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Chapter 20 2. They finally lighten up

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    Joan couldn't bear this engulfing of exhaustion and indifference, she wanted to wear clothes of various colors she liked, and wanted them to convey her every flow of emotion while gracefully enveloping her body.  For her, the existence of each color is the expression of mood and desire. If it is not taken from the pictures of nature that people miss, it must reveal some kind of fantasy and secret mood.

    And she relies on them to maintain the passion of her existence in the meaningless toil and commuting every day.

    On the streets of Haicheng, the figure of this slender woman would occasionally pass by.

    She is so striking, delicate and beautiful.

    Her sea blue dress looks as fresh as the Venus in a classical oil painting; while some sapphire blue is reminiscent of adventures in the age of pirates.

    There is also the combination of purple and beige, which is very European and has a strong royal atmosphere, so unique and so noble!

    And beige and pink handbags, and a rose brooch, and earrings carved from ivory; and her parasol with small embroidered flowers, and her thin leather belt, and in simplicity  Summer shoes with complicated connotations, clustered with small green leaves and light yellow flower buds: Except for boots in winter, she almost goes directly into summer from the end of winter, and wears these shoes all the time.  Its clean lines make her feet almost perfect.

    All the details, seemingly random, have deep meaning and are elegant.  She is an extremely classical person, and she is a completely modern woman.  Everything she presents subtly makes people taste her personality between her outfits and smiles, and shares the fashion and cultural elements infused into her.

    This petite woman, the silent woman, freed herself in this way.

    She shows her personality all the time outside of work. Although she is silent, she regards all scenes as her own stage.

    It's just that her eyes are vague, slightly sad, and her steps are hurried, as if she is flying in mid-air.

    What kind of hand is there to catch her?

    seventy-five

    This is the last gray winter day, a day that turns warm and cold.

    The winter in the snowless south seems to be getting warmer, but the result is still cold and gloomy.

    This feeling was even stronger when Joan was walking on the streets of Xixiang, a small town.  Everything in front of me, those small processing factories run by tyrants, under the cover of the sky full of dark clouds, is like being wrapped in old and dull winter clothes, and they don't know how to get rid of it, or they don't want to get rid of it at all.

    This foreign woman, wearing a big pink pullover and wool skirt, has a peaceful face and a turbulent heart, looking at a piece of industrial ruins and a cloudy sky.

    This kind of emptiness and nothingness seems to be a scene deliberately arranged by God: instead of watching the flowers bloom and fall, it is better to have no flowers and no grass, without memories or thoughts.

    is that so?

    Luo Zi said, I want to paint flowers, I want to paint flowers, flowers are happy; Joan thought: I have no joy in my heart, the sky and the world are so bleak.

    She was walking alone, why did she come to this place far away from the urban area of ??Haicheng?  It seems to be getting farther and farther, but I can't help myself, and I still keep walking.

    This woman who wanted to escape all her life, this woman who had nowhere to go, was walking by a small flowing river.  Looking back on my own life, it is always a strange city and a strange crowd, travelers and merchants, whether intentionally or unintentionally, who would be so at a loss like you?  Although life is like a journey, and all living beings are just passers-by, I really can't bear to look at that tired figure, and see this frustrated and haggard complexion.

    She walks lightly, looks at the affairs of the world, listens to the voice of the city, does not pursue what she wants, does not have eager desires and extravagant desires, stays with the song, dies with the wind, and enters the journey of life with the nature of existence.

    Where did we come from and where are we going?  This kind of questioning can no longer defeat people today, but after all, life is full of opportunities, and the world is like watching movies through a veil. Those who are persistent must naturally endure the pain of persistence. This pain is unshared and has no cure.

    She came chasing a person's steps, and it was his love that urged and pulled her.

    He said: "My heart has no fixed place. I long for a simple and warm city, which is traditional but not pedantic, elegant but not superficial. In such a city, there are kind old people, lovely children, beautiful  women and countless artists."

    When he was talking, he kissed her forehead from time to time.  Those words flowed out of his voice, like clear spring water, which made people feel refreshed: "Music floated from the window, and the streets were filled with sunshine; people under the eaves talked about folk customs; people from other places, with slow steps, opened their eyes to seek dreams.  eyes my heart, it's going to such a place"

    In his voice, she narrowed her eyes slightly,?Running towards her, her heart was beating so fast that it was about to pop out of her chest.

    "Roz¡ª"

    She felt weak all over, as if it wasn't her body anymore.

    But she struggled hard and wanted to run towards him, she wanted to throw herself firmly into his arms.  She will weep in his arms, she will cry out, she will pour out to him, she will ask him for help: "Help me, Roz! I am born from nature, and everything in this world is laboring for me. I am afraid and alone,  Forever! Luo Zi, only you can save me, only love can save me"

    At this time, she heard the phone ringing in the distance.

    The ringing of the phone dissolved the nightmare, rising from the bottom of hell, approaching from far away, reaching her pillow, and waking her up.

    It rang again hastily.

    She hesitated, wanting to continue dreaming of herself.  But the phone kept ringing, louder and louder, screaming obstinately, until she fully returned to this dark reality of the night.

    The bell stopped, and there was silence in the darkness. Its lingering sound receded and returned to those darker corners. Like a cat, it opened its eyes and looked at her.

    She grabbed the microphone, fumbled on the keyboard, and pressed 8 numbers indiscriminately based on her instinctive memory.

    "Hey, honey, listen to me, why did the GEM fall? I'm so mad!"

    The voice of an unfamiliar economic animal.

    She hurriedly hung up, ready to fall asleep again.

    She tucked in the quilt tightly, and the phone rang suddenly and thrillingly.  Her heart beat suddenly, as if she had a premonition, she picked up the phone and asked softly, "Hello?"

    "I'm shyly." A rotten voice.

    Just as she was about to hang up, shyly called out hastily: "Don't hang up, listen to me" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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