Chapter 10 chapter Ten

A group of blond girls dance high-tempo modern dances, calling everyone to try the new french fries.Aliens emerge from flying saucers to demand a wonderful soft drink from mortals... He turned the TV on and off.Fantasies and dreams come with a price tag here, and the more daring and novel the higher the price.And he found that the uncountable artistic conception in his dream and her dream was also cut to pieces by the countable money, just like the nine-level wind tore Yun Ni apart.There is no place for romance in either hemisphere; the whole of humanity returns romance to God, and redeems from him the right to fall again.He opened a bottle of duty-free whiskey sold on the plane, hoping that the world would be filled with the transparent amber color of whiskey.It's easy to find some ice cubes, but where to find the right drinker?He looked at the glass in his hand and thought of her pupils of the same color.The pair of pupils had said something like this to his eyes: "We love each other when we have time, and we love each other when we have the opportunity." This was after a completely successful lovemaking, and they both regained their senses from the intimacy.So he stared in amazement at the pair of chrysanthemum-like pupils in the middle.However, he did not find anything but sincerity and enthusiasm.

So, without time and opportunity there is no love.It turns out that the end is not the last time but every end is the end. But after the surprise, he also calmed down.He couldn't help admiring her deep understanding of the samadhi of "cheating love", the so-called "stealing half a day's leisure in a floating life".Everyone was in a hurry to find the opportunity that had been lost for more than ten or twenty years, even when they were kissing, they were still fumbling around with their hands! At this time, she probably has neither time nor opportunity. Yes, since the entire human race has already come out of the cave, how can you blame her for fighting for a living room with an area of ​​dozens of square meters?

I remember the last time he was in the United States, he went to a baseball game with an American professor of Irish descent.He couldn't be excited by a "home run" hit by a baseball player, as crazy as that gray-haired American professor.Just like the American who always wanted to move to the countryside, he still couldn't understand the importance of "urban hukou" to a mainland Chinese.If you still can't understand her good calculations, who can?Since all human beings have the right to fall again. He could picture her living room in Southern California now.It is filled with the warmth of sky blue all the time.The sour dream of homesickness will slowly dissolve in the spacious space and become extremely thin, and finally it will be poured on the lovely green lawn in front of the door like a glass of water.There are new things appearing every day, which will eat away the loneliness little by little.What's more, I'm tired of many people stirring spoons in a pot for a long time, crowding around like a cage of hedgehogs every day, loneliness itself actually contains the artistic conception of dreams.It is a comfort for the soul that flies out of the stuffy matchbox to just smell the sky in itself.Since she loves it, she loves it or not, and she can live well anywhere.Although the moon is not particularly round as in the United States, it does have bright blue moons everywhere.So she will eventually be made into a variety of fashions in the United States, just like the textiles exported from mainland China, and then put on the trademarks of American stores, although sometimes cotton is nostalgic for its own land.He has seen too many people like this.Thinking of this, he calmed down.

The air in the room was as still as if there was nothing in the room, thanks to the smell of whiskey permeating the room which had been left unoccupied for a long time.When he realized that he must live a very normal night, he also found a self-deprecating wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.Then he heard the midnight wind rustling up the hillside.The wind couldn't come in, but the spirit of the wind made him feel desolate.But the soy flour still lingers like a thick fog for a long time.He heard the sound in his heart again, so he lay down on the bed while he was slightly drunk.

He was surprised that he didn't care about everything that happened or didn't happen, but he was even more surprised that his love for women still remained in his heart. However, if he is still obsessed with everything that happened and didn't happen, he will fail his first love that was completely broken.Love can only appear happy when it ends in tragedy. In fact, he has already had such an experience.At this time, the smell of soybean flour drifted away with the midnight wind, and the air was pure and cool. He pulled away the blanket and fell into City B in one fell swoop. In 1961...