Luo Zi walked from one room to another, restless like a trapped animal.
He thought he was looking for something, but he didn't know what he was looking for, and, in fact, he found nothing.
He doesn't know what he needs.
Why did he wander around the house alone? He is a whole man.
Perhaps, he needs to throw the woman who occupied his bed, together with the blanket that wrapped her, into the trash can at the corner of the street-she deserves such treatment.
Then, use fantasy to cleanse yourself.
Yes, shyly is suffocating. She always comes back after failure. Her attitude towards him was very domineering, which seemed to prove the saying: good guys can never beat bad guys, and men can never beat women. Even if he didn't want to see her again, he couldn't stop her from coming back¡ªlook, the wrinkles at the corners of her mouth lengthened a bit, and there was deep resentment in the corners of her eyes and brows, and her face was gloomy, making her pale face even more blue. She ignored him, went straight to the kitchen to eat, and then rushed into the bedroom
At this moment, she was still curled up in the dimly lit bedroom.
As long as she is there, the huge bedroom is covered by curtains hanging regardless of day or night, covering panting and sighing, the scene is very ambiguous.
He was looking for something, but he had forgotten what he was looking for.
A bitter taste of Gesu filled his mouth.
He sat dejectedly on the floor of the studio, buried his head, and closed his eyes.
He rarely did this before.
Why is this happening now? Was his passion gone? Is it because he no longer has beauty in his eyes? Perhaps it is because he has lost the ability to feel beauty, and he is exhausted?
He stood up and reached out to a painting that was about to be completed Reason blocked him in an instant. Once it was torn apart, many feelings and thoughts might disappear in an instant and be unavailable again.
He quickly left the studio because of his own panic, otherwise, the disturbed mood would make him have the desire to destroy.
He went to turn the sound knob.
There is no music he wants.
A popular singer cried again. With her crying singing voice, she has become a model of a master of making money in the modern commercial society.
She is like another form of shyly, they are naturally close.
Let shyly sleep forever in her crying, he no longer wants to see her, talk to her, or hear her voice.
If she had been a woman like Joan, she would not have allowed her existence to spoil the lives of others. A mistake he inadvertently made was to bring her into his life. All he thought to be beautiful and caring turned out to be like a squid in his own pool, which muddied the water with its ink and opened its limbs to make it impossible for those who approached her to escape.
It can be seen that not all women love art like men. Women like art are precious, and those like Joan are the only ones left. No matter what kind of man, he can find a woman worthy of his life, and Luo Zi is the same, but he can't spend his whole life with the woman he loves.
"This is exactly where I let women down, including the ones I love dearly," Roz said.
The female singer confides in the song that she only loves strangers. Does this also express a certain situation of men in love? Men are animals of fantasy, they have fantasies because of strangeness, they have passion because of fantasies, and they act and sacrifice because of passion. That's what men are, they're always thinking, they're moving forward.
There used to be some cultured women who, in salons, bars, and among men, expressed their disappointment with life and with men. They hope to go back to a certain period of great revolution in history, there can be heroes, such as those elegant, noble and brave Russian Decembrists, they want to marry such a man and go with him
Luo Zi smiled, disapproving.
"Don't you believe it?" they asked him.
Of course he didn't believe it. The more status and money a woman has, the more requirements she has for life. They are more vain and more skillful at embellishing themselves to cover up their more realistic, materialistic desires.
Only those who have nothing, only those who live in darkness, are the ones who truly yearn for light and sacrifice for the noble and ideal.
butA magnificent art composed of images, subtle and indescribable emotions
Perhaps it is just the "nucleus", a center, a solid place for things and ideas, a metaphysical lamp, and the brightest star in the universe.
Of course, it may also be the incomparably powerful "nucleus"!
He is always in meditation, on the way to find his "core".
sixty-three
He went to an imitation military store next to Ladies' Street and bought some gadgets: a military water bottle that can be hung on a backpack, a field knife with a leather case, and a silver finger cot with a skull.
In the evening, he went home quietly.
Passing through the bedroom, from the half-open door, one can see shyly's sleepy posture.
Even in a deep sleep, she is like a female beast whose bones have been smashed by lust, ready to jump wildly again in hibernation
He walked into the studio lightly, fell asleep on the floor, and fell asleep beautifully.
While he was in a deep sleep, shyly got up and left the crumpled sheets that were already hot from her body.
She knew he was back and asleep.
She knows everything about him.
She didn't need to move or open her eyes, just relying on her extraordinary sense of smell, she knew what he had done and what he was thinking.
She is the kind of woman who can find a man's weakness and master their fatal point.
So, facing any man, she can be both crazy and calm.
She firmly believes that she will always be the one riding on their heads and holding the reins.
She got his key chain from the bookcase in the living room and took off his car keys.
After that, she pushed open the French door and walked to the balcony.
The night has just come to the city, it seems a little shy and hesitant.
The sounds of the city are soft and sweet.
She stretched out her hand, and the key fell freely from the nineteen-story building without even a sound.
She looked at the beautiful light of this city, and her heart ached with hatred. It's not fair that such a beautiful sky has given her so much disappointment and humiliation.
A brave shyly should vow to change all that, she thought.
Now that the city has changed her from Zheng Li to shyly, she should muster up her courage and start over.
The battle is endless. Zheng Li wants everyone to cheer her again, and the flashlights to illuminate the night; all the men come to flatter her, scrambling to be the first, and hand over their wealth (Remember this website: www.hlnovel.com