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(Come from there
Go through here
The charm is boundless
?Smooth skin and overlapping scars
A bit of resentment remains)
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The painter Roz left the studio and walked from room to room, restless like a woman who kills her time and youth in trifles.
What is he looking for? He had forgotten what to look for.
Recently, he has always been like this. Do you spend too much time alone?
He is very vigilant about his bad mood. In the past, whenever something went wrong, he would drive west of the city, hastily park the car in an air-stink underground garage.
After that, he will stride into the elevator, go straight to the 19th floor, and rush into the office of the psychological counselor Adam.
The person Luo Zi hated the most was actually Adam.
Adam sometimes dressed himself as a priest, and sometimes as a Floyd in a suit and tie. When he was dressed as a priest, he always smiled, smiling like a priest.
When he was dressed as Floyd, he had a gloomy expression again, stroking the mustache on his thick upper lip from time to time.
Luo Zi hated his fake smile so much, and wished he could tear off his fake beard immediately!
What he hates even more is that he told this hypocritical liar everything. He always regretted it after he finished speaking, and when he left, he almost spit in Adam's face.
From the bedroom to the living room, there is a long corridor, which is also the place where Luo Zi displays some of his favorite works. Often a sliver of light falls on the polished floor of the corridor.
On the ground was a women's nightgown, the color of which could not be told, like a cloud of gray shadows, and like a woman's body stripped of flesh and blood, weak and unreal. Or maybe it's the body of a woman who lost her soul.
Luo Zi sat down not far from the nightgown, stretched his long legs on the floor, stared blankly for a long time at the pile of clothes, shadows, or the woman's body.
That pile of things retains the breath of yesterday that has been corrupted, and the memory of a woman.
The woman was running, screaming hysterically. Her voice, of course, was a woman's voice, but it sounded like a beast's cry, like a bird's scream. Her feet were gray and white, too, with long, thin toes.
When many cursing words flowed out of her mouth, her long and thin toes were standing on the freshly waxed log floor, convulsing, grasping things that could not be grasped, as if imprisoned in a grotto giant bird.
That is shyly, her body is the same as her name suggests, thin, tortuous, and nervous.
In the air connecting the rooms, it seemed that her yelling and crying were still flowing.
Luo Zi had to hide in the studio.
He couldn't rest in peace in the studio, and even couldn't control himself, tearing up a painting that was about to be completed. Afterwards, he felt a panic about himself.
This is fatal, and what he fears most is this kind of panic, the uncontrollable panic of himself. Whenever this panic arises, he moves swiftly, under the sway of his disturbed mind, with a desire to destroy.
He will act on this desire to destroy.
Faye Wong cried again.
She cried: "the empty arms seem to be embracing, it seems to be me but not me"
She is like a little girl who is always acting like a baby, and also like a distorted woman. She is a witch, and Luo Zi can never hear what she is singing.
For a moment he was fascinated by her voice. Recently, he was tired of her voice again, as if her whining voice rose and fell, like the high-frequency sound waves of stupid and intelligent animals in the water, both real and empty.
At this moment, her singing is like venom, secretly seeping into Luo Zi's heart, making him fall in a trance no matter in the bathroom, in a noisy place or in a secluded place.
Luo Zi always thought of her as Wang Yi or Wang Fei, Wang Ling, or Wang Fei, but never thought of her as anything else.
Shyly and Faye Wong seem to be relatively close, and often call her at three o'clock in the middle of the night. Shyly said that was the time when she finished singing and wanted to chat.
Shyly is the same age as Faye Wong. When she said that, a protesting expression appeared on her face. Luo Zi was angry, he waited for her to finish speaking, and began to growl:
"You and her, you are the shemale of this era!" He said, "She seduces mentally exhausted people with her fake voice, and you seduce a lonely, at a loss man like me with your body stuffed with silicone!"
theBusinessmen's confidence is even higher.
Luo Zi put all four discs of "Four Seasons of Music" into the computer compartment, and immediately, the music from a foreign land was like smoke, gorgeous and warm, permeating every strand of air above his head.
The music aggravated his trance feeling, and he stretched his head towards the bedroom and called, "shyly!"
Of course there will be no answer. There is a shyly breath there, wafting out ambiguously and quietly.
Shyly left this time because she was invited by the Original Color Variety Show Company.
Luo Zi knew that it might be true or it might be false.
Maybe someone will really invite her, but it's just for a dinner and karaoke. There will be substantial tips, but by no means is it worthwhile to advance your career.
Those real and fake bosses are only a little interested in shyly, even, that is the unspoken rule of the original color company, she has to provide services for the company's customers. But like many other artists, she would immediately fantasize about a brilliant future.
Often, before the brilliance of the shylys unfolds, the interest of the bosses has disappeared within a meal. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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