Is it you or the scenery that moistens my eyes; In fact, there is always a way to walk while crying.

It has been half an hour since the bus left Nanjing West Road. The scenery on both sides of the street has also changed from the window of L and Hermes to a dusty small high-rise residential building. In August, the hot sun came from the windshield, and my sight was always like an overexposed photo. The million-dollar BMW Li was driven by a novice who just got his driver's license for three months. Yes, that driver is me. I sit next to Guli, who has had a driver's license for two years. She is wearing a pair of huge sunglasses at the moment. Two-thirds of her little face is covered by sunglasses, leaving only her mouth with Anna Su's summer apricot blossom jelly lip gloss and a pointed little chin. She didn't speak. I didn't speak either. In fact, I'm not because my mind is empty, but because at this moment, in my mind, all kinds of memories are being staged second by second, rotating like a continuous film noir in the cinema. The light came out of my eyes, and the shape of the windshield in front of me became a movie-like picture.

This silent silence, coupled with the wanton opening of the car-enough air conditioning to freeze knee rheumatism, presents a sad tone. Except for the rear of the car, the music doesn't match. At the moment, the advanced car stereo is playing Lady gaga's new dance music in Guli ipod. This crazy woman who always wears pants and often dresses herself up as Mickey Mouse is Coulee's latest favorite. Some time ago, during a live performance by Lady gaga, she suddenly started to breathe fire in her bra. She was on her back, and then the picture of her chest breathing fire stunned me on the sofa, while Coulee around me was completely fascinated by this picture. At that time, Coulee was attracted by Madonna's two awl-like bras, but today, she was surrendered by a woman who can breathe fire in the bra.

I think she has a crush on breasts. That's why I think she can live in peace with Tang for so many years. Because don is also crazy about breasts, because that should be the most powerful evidence that she can prove that she is still a woman.

The place we are going to is Jing 'an District Public Security Bureau. 12 days ago, when Nanxiang was taken away by a bright silver handcuff, no one knew what had happened. 12 days later, Guli and I silently drove to the detention center to pick her up. In these two weeks, Gu Li has released all the relationships and contacts she can use in an attempt to fish out southern Hunan from the inside. But, after all, it is not as simple as street fighting.

Neil's father made great efforts. Of course, it is not convenient for diplomats driving black license plates to participate. But he still made a lot of efforts to face Gu. However, the person who finally solved this matter was Cheng, who hated Gu the most, so it also made Gu feel particularly depressed and embarrassed. I turned my head and gave her a quiet look. She is also a silent fashion blind. I was just about to catch my breath when a little boy suddenly rushed to the windshield with an ice cream cone. I slammed on the brakes and hit my chest on the steering wheel, which made me see stars, and at the same time there was a sharp curse from Coulee. Without saying anything, she got out of the car, came around from the front, pulled open my car door, dragged me down rudely, reached out and pulled open the back seat door and stuffed me in, and then she sat in the driver's seat herself.

She glanced at the little man quietly before sitting in. It turned out that the little boy didn't respond. At first glance, I began to cry, which shows what a murderous and vibrant scene it is in Gu's eyes.

I sat in the back seat of the spacious presidential car and recovered from the shock just now. Coulee has been speeding up his car and feels that he is about to take off. 12 days ago, Coulee did the same thing. He drove the car out of the speed of the plane and hurried to the office. The two of us rushed to the station and waited there for five hours before meeting Nanxiang. When she came out of the detention room to meet us in handcuffs, her right face was swollen.

Finally, Nanxiang hid our secret for more than three years, spread it out completely and exposed it to the tragic sunshine in August. She has been cheating on us for three years, but it's not her who is taking drugs, it's her mother. The money saved by studying in Nanxiang was soon spent, and everything at home was gone. "You! You have no brain! " Gu Li looked at Nan Xiang, who was sitting opposite the dark green bench, and turned pale, blaming her in a low voice. Ten crystal nails studded with broken diamonds wrinkled her smooth Chanel satin skirt.

"You think I haven't thought about it?" South Hunan's hair hung over her shoulders in a mess, and her eyes were bloodshot. "I've held it in my hand for more than a dozen times, and I've pressed all three yards, but I still can't get it out, because I knelt in front of you and pulled your pants and said &; Uot I was wrong, I was wrong &; Uot That person is your real mother, what would you do? When she was awake, she cried into tears, grabbed my hand, and told me with white hair and wrinkles that she was sorry for me. She's not human. But once the poison breaks out, she will lie on the ground and throw things, begging me to give them to her&uot medicine and uot will scold me and tell me&; Uot, you are so beautiful, you must be rich to pawn! & UOT ... Coulee, if you had changed me, you would have been crazy in recent years. "

I sat opposite her with Coulee and didn't know what to say. Half of her face is as white as the moon in early autumn, and the other half is as red and swollen as apples. For years, Guli and I didn't even notice the secret hidden under this face. We all feel that Nanxiang, like us, lives in a happy new era and wanders in a beautiful university campus. When I was complaining about the quarrel of love,

Gu did not speak. I sat on the stool and burst into tears, like an open faucet.

The car drove to the gate of the sub-bureau, and I got off and walked inside, and met Nanxiang at the gate of the detention center. As soon as the iron gate opened, I listened to the sound of rushing, and tears surged up again in an instant. When I took care of it, I put her crystal nails on my waist, and my tears came back. We all have warm smiles on our faces, holding Nanxiang's hand left and right, and walking towards the outside.

"Can I have a word with Xi Cheng?" Nan Xiang turned around and looked at the man who brought us. "It was that man who came in instead of me later."

Coulee shook off Nanxiang's hand and went straight to her BMW. "I'll wait for you in the car."

Half-squinting at his deep eyes, his eyes are round but sharp light honed in this society for many years: "It's hard to say whether he can help you make amends instead of you." So, don't make trouble. I am you, and when I walk out this door, I will never look back. Little girl, your life is still very long. It looks like an omen. Don't delay yourself. "

On the way back, three people didn't speak. Nanxiang and I sat in the back row, and Coulee drove in front. All she left me was the back of my head and the huge sunglasses in the rearview mirror. I can't see her eyes, her expression, her heart.

Nanxiang leans on her seat, her forehead gently leans on the glass of the window, and the window gradually turns into a crimson sunset. Through the U paper posted on the window, her face is wrapped in a layer of yellow with sad colors. Her hair is long and soft, hanging over her shoulders and becoming furry in the afterglow of the sunset.

I tried to say something several times, trying to break this embarrassing situation. My throat seems to be crawling with insects, itchy, but I don't know what to say. So I turned my head and looked at the traffic outside the window, fighting and fighting. And this time, Gu rang.

She picked it up, didn't speak, and kept listening. She whispered "mm-hmm" on the road. Finally, she said "OK, I'll be right back" and parked the car on the side of the road. She opened the car door and went to the back window. I rolled down the window. She said to me, "Lin Xiao, you drive Nanxiang back first. I have to take care of something. I'll come back at night and we'll talk. " Say that finish, she looked at south Hunan, through sunglasses, I also can't see the world in her eyes. Nanxiang nodded gently. "You go first, and we'll wait for you."

Gu raised his hand and called a taxi. Her slender figure was quickly taken away by the yellow car and disappeared on this road. When she was talking, I heard Gong Han's voice from her microphone.

I sat in the driver's seat and just fastened my seat belt when Nanxiang came up from the other side. She smiled at me, with a tired look in her eyes. Her wet eyes are like the leaves of buttonwood trees piled up on the roadside in winter, revealing a kind of abandoned sadness. This desolation also makes her more beautiful. Really, I have always thought that Nanxiang is so beautiful that such beauty will ruin her. One day. While driving, I groped for the entertainment system of this car. After searching for a long time, I finally found a radio. The channel is showing the movie "Golden Melody of Nostalgia", and the road in front of us is full of cars. During the rush hour, all the drivers honked their horns impatiently together. Shanghai is like a noisy river. The air outside the car was burned by the sun, but inside the car it was a cold little world. At this moment, the oncoming sunset with a huge halo, like a warm quilt wrapped me and Nanxiang. I suddenly remembered the movie Driver and Female Prisoner that I watched with Nan Xiang, and I don't know why I suddenly had such a funny association. Nanxiang suddenly turned his head and smiled at me: "Remember the movie" Driver and Female Prisoner "that we watched together in the quilt in our sophomore year?" I turned to look at Nanxiang, and my heart was stung by such lightning. My body and soul fell apart in this huge flood. I lay on the steering wheel, grinning and crying. My chest hurts like a stake, and I can hardly breathe.

When I was crying, Nan Xiang replied: It was Du Tianhao. He's coming for her. Nanxiang asked Du Tianhao to meet him at the door, but Du Tianhao refused. I can hear his strong voice: "I don't know. I came to see you. You ask Lin Xiao to park the car on the side of the road, and I'll come right away. " Du Tianhao's voice was so firm that it sounded like sogou's voice when he lost his temper. I don't know why I suddenly thought of sogou. It has been half a year since he left my world. Perhaps it is because the afterglow of the sunset is smearing this cement forest. This is his natural smell. Maybe it's because the fatigue in my body is about to wash me away. I long for his powerful eyes, like clear stars in the dark night sky. Light me up.

I parked my car in the white line on the side of the road and put out the fire. Nanxiang sat in the car and listened. Time drops into raindrops, slowly drifting towards our bodies, our hair, our sunburned eyelids and our nails. At this time, we were soaked in the heavy rain.

I was lying on the steering wheel, my mind rolling over the years of the past few years. They are like a big river, flowing eastward from my eyes. I can't keep them You can only rub it repeatedly with your eyes. I can only stare at the swirling eddies and keep my eyes open until they roll into the deep river bottom.

I see that we live in the small living room of the school dormitory. At that time, Coulee wouldn't spend hundreds of dollars on a sofa. We happily dragged a white cotton sofa from IKEA and drank Swedish coffee brought by Guli or bubble tea cooked in southern Hunan. I teach don on the carpet like yoga. Nanxiang looks at all kinds of sad novels in the corner of the sofa, and Guli always seems to be a delicate crystal vase, sitting on the edge of the sofa and using it.

I saw Coulee at that time, and she was so angry that she swore at No.8 of Jinan Road just now: "70,000 square meters! Wait to be bombed! " She also wants to know if this is an L bag or a Hermes. She brought all kinds of drinks with foreign words printed on their packages to the dormitory, churning out all kinds of things like experiments and sharing them with us. Although she was still money-worshipping, indifferent and mean at that time, she still had the spicy taste of fresh plants. It makes her look real. It is something I can touch that makes me dare to approach her or rely on her.

When it rains, Nanxiang and I often skip class all morning. I squeezed into her bed and buried my face in her long hair, listening to her elegant and moving voice and reading those Japanese works with clear pronunciation and strange sentences. I heard her read the whole book "Golden Pavilion Temple" in the rain outside the window and the hum of the air conditioner. In the middle of Late Snow, we graduated.

At that time, Don was still our pet. In the canteen, she can always say all kinds of shocking things, which makes us want to be separated from her. But she has the most primitive purity and simplicity, as if Shanghai, a city corroded by copper rust, is a moist gem that shines forever. We live by her happiness and build our happiness on her pain.

Now, I am carrying Nanxiang, who has just been released from the detention center, and parked my car on the noisy side of the road. Gu left us alone because of work. As for Tang, I felt a tingle in my heart.

Tears ran down my cheeks and down my neck, and someone knocked on the window. I looked up and saw Du Tianhao's face outside the window, half immersed in the shadow and half bathed in the sunshine. Wei Hai automatically took the driver's place after getting off the bus. I took the initiative to sit in the back row. Nanxiang is sitting in the co-pilot. Du Tianhao drives much more steadily than I do. I half squinted and leaned back in the back seat, like lying on a huge cruise ship. I looked at Du Tianhao and Nan Xiang's back, watching Du Tianhao silently holding the steering wheel in one hand and grabbing Nan Xiang's hand in the other. I suddenly felt a feeling of sadness and joy. When I first learned that Nanxiang and Du Tianhao were together, I really thought it was a joke. Now, I suddenly feel that the back of the two of them is so touching. Love is not as great as we thought. Love is simple. Love just doesn't want to wait one more second. I want to find you right away. It suddenly occurred to me that when I was urging sogou's column, he was listening to music and drinking coke at home, holding a black charcoal pen and writing beautiful running letters in Hermes notebook. That passage is: "You must believe that there must be your lover in the world. Whether you are surrounded by light at the moment, drowned by applause, or you are walking alone in a cold street and getting wet by heavy rain, whether it is the early morning with light snow or the evening with hot waves, he will definitely walk past them and walk towards you through the surging crowd in the world. He will come to you with full heat and full love and hold you tight. He can't wait to come to you. If he is young, he will hold you like a stubborn child who occupies his toys and refuses to share them with others. If he is no longer young, he will light a bonfire beside you like a hunter who has come back through thorns and thorns, and then hold you to sleep peacefully. He will find you. You have to wait. "

When Guli returned to M.E., he felt an indescribable subtlety in the air as soon as he entered the door. Of course, she knows why. As the new head of the department, she was suddenly informed that a plane model to be filmed tomorrow suddenly pulled down the stall and said not to shoot, on the grounds that the price was too low. Back in the office, Lan Jue has been waiting for her in the room. She took the coffee and a big stack of papers handed over by Lanjue, took a sip, and then flipped through them. Coulee frowned. "Where is the model?" "Downstairs." Coulee put the coffee on her newly ordered glass table. She smiled at Lan Jue's handsome face and said, "Come down with me and I'll tell you how to teach this disobedient little German shepherd a lesson." When the elevator opened, Coulee's high heels rattled in the marble corridor. No one spoke in the whole corridor, and everyone was nervous and looking forward to it. Just like the restless audience in the cinema one minute before the release of Transformers, they were all looking forward to the bloody and cool transformation of Qiqi Kaka. Like a female robot, Coulee walked slowly into the conference room. There are more than a dozen people standing in the conference room, most of them are from the Ministry, and one or two are from the legal department. Sitting at the end of the huge conference table is a little German shepherd, waiting to be taught a lesson at the moment-but obviously, he feels like a lion now. He looked at Coulee who came in like a lazy Persian cat, narrowed his eyes and looked at the beautiful woman with delicate makeup in front of him with gherardini. "You go out first," Gu Li looked around at his anxious colleagues. "I'll talk to him." People dispersed quietly. Although everyone was expressionless when they left, everyone could see the loss in each other's hearts, and they were so depressed that they couldn't see Gu Li, a young girl who had just been transferred to manage the most important department. "Come on, what are you dissatisfied with?" Gu pulled open a chair and sat down opposite him. Lan Jue stood behind her humbly. "Of course I'm not satisfied with the pay." Model with his handsome face enough to make money, close to gu's face, "the contract is signed by you and Tony, although Tony is our model's agent, but I am a newcomer, and I just made an appointment with my agent to take effect from next month, so your current contract is actually invalid. Anyway, you promoted it, and my photo was sent to the media in advance. It must be a headache for someone else now. Why not raise the price a little, so that we can all save trouble. As you know, after the commission, I actually don't have much money, so help us newcomers. " After that, the model winked at Coulee. "You help me. If you have any personal needs in the future, call me and I will be on call. "

Coulee smiled and said to him, "No, I am a vegetarian."

But obviously, with the model's IQ, I didn't hear the green light in Guli's words. "Let's get down to business," Coulee leaned back in his chair, looking lazy and unpredictable. "First of all, I tell you that Tony and I have been friends for seven years. Ever since you played basketball in Nike in high school, Tony and I have carved our initials on the suitcase hand in hand. He can't be an absolute monarch in the modeling world, but he is more than enough to deal with a small German shepherd who thinks he has good teeth. Don't say that your agent will take effect next month. Even if you don't have an appointment with an agent, it's not difficult for him to keep you in this business from now on. Son, the difference in this industry is not ability or face, but who you know and who you have offended. M.E needs to invite a large number of models to take photos a year, which is huge in itself. Tony almost covers more than 70% of the model needs in Shanghai. You can not shoot, but you just offended Tony and me at the same time. "

Model half squinting, looking at gu at the moment. "I won't be a model if it's a big deal, and there are some rich women who want to support me." He propped up his face and leaned back in the chair, looking like a larger foe.

Gu's expression is as white as a delicate gardenia, but her hand moves as fast as lightning. She reached out her right hand and grabbed the model's thumb. Then her left hand looked behind her and tacitly accepted a blank sheet of paper handed over by Lanjue. When the model was dumbfounded, Gu grabbed the model's finger and slammed it on the white paper. The model only felt a wet finger, and the next moment,

"LanJue, you take to write an IOU to him. The amount is empty first. I think I can fill it in at will. " Gu turned around and took out some paper towels from the napkin box on the conference table, wiping the red inkpad on her hand. Before she walked into the conference room, she had covered the whole palm with red inkpad for stamping. She looked coldly at the pale model in front of her. She doesn't need to smile at her at all. Originally a lazy Persian cat, she finally showed her cheetah-like eyes.

She threw the bright red tissue on the table and put her hand on the table. "Listen, you have two choices now. First, come and take photos with me tomorrow. I guarantee that you will be paid well enough, and there will be demand for models in the future. I will give priority to you. Although you are stupid, after all, you have an attractive face. I can guarantee that Tony will not know how your contract came into effect and will continue to take effect. " Coulee stood up straight and smiled brightly. "As for the second option, just keep challenging me and see what amazing numbers I can write on your handprint paper."

Say that finish, Coulee turned and took a stack of contracts from Lan Jue and threw them in front of the model. "Sign it." Say that finish, Coulee twisted his slender waist and turned to go out. Before leaving, she waved the white paper covered with his handprint. "I'll go first, little German shepherd."

In the empty conference room, there are only models with a white and bloodless face. She used to be as arrogant as a lion, but now she is really just a little German shepherd with a collar.

Lan Jue pushed the contract to the front with a handsome smile, similar to the model in front of him. He said softly, "Sign it. It's too early for you to fight her. You know, when she 16 years old, she successfully got her father to sign a contract, stipulating that she must be given an L package every year. The contract lawyer read it and it really has strict legal effect. "

Coulee pushed open the door of the conference room, looked at the people blocking the door and said to them, "At one o'clock tomorrow afternoon, if he is one minute late, he doesn't have to pay him." Say that finish, she continued to step on those high-heeled shoes sharp enough to knock holes in the marble floor, and walked towards the elevator without looking back. "You, the woman dressed like a postman, next time you wear this skirt, I will transfer you to the mailroom to shine. Tell me, where is era? "

"In a department of the Ministry." The person who was told sat down consciously. Although there is unspeakable embarrassment in the tone.

"Now you go to my office, make two cups of my Japanese green coffee, and then send it to Section A of the Ministry."

Through the glass door in Area A, only Era is sitting in the office. The makeup on her face is exquisite and fresh. It looks like she just finished putting on makeup at nine o'clock in the morning, not like a white-collar worker who has been busy all day when she is about to get off work in the afternoon. She was obviously a little excited because Gong Ming walked into the work area of the subordinate department. She looked at Gong Ming standing in front of her, wearing a raf simons slim shirt. The tie clip on his twill tie is a row of transparent solid crystals. "You call me," Gong Ming looked at her, warm and thorough. "What do you want to prove?"

When I took out Gong Ming's satin dress from the dry cleaner on the first floor of Hang Lung, I washed one that was more expensive than mine, and then I took a taxi to his new place not far from Hang Lung.

When I went downstairs to find Gong Ming and wanted to take it out to call him, I found that mine didn't know when it died.

I just stood downstairs and didn't know what to do. I can go upstairs rashly, or I can give it to the doorman downstairs and ask Gong Ming to come down and get it ... Anyway, I think Kitty will pull out her gun and kill me.

I was hesitating downstairs when a smiling doorman came up to me. "Miss Lin, come and give something to Mr. Gong. Let me help you press the elevator. " It seems that Gong Ming's shock has spread from M.E. to his new hotel style. Even the doorman is so afraid of him and does evil.

After the elevator door opened, I went to his door and rang the doorbell. When the door opened, it was obvious that his face was full of surprise. "Why didn't you call first?"

I was just about to answer him when suddenly a figure ran into me behind me. I looked at the boy sitting in Gong Ming's living room. His mouth was open, but he couldn't say anything. In my mind, it seems that countless thunderstorms flashed in an instant, and I lost consciousness because of the bombing.

"You are ..." I shouted at the boy sitting on the sofa in Gong Ming's living room.

"Lin Xiao, you should go." Palace Ming approached, and the figure of the boy disappeared behind the door.

"Gong Ming, he's ... he's ..." There seems to be a wild animal beating in my chest, trying to tear my chest at any time.

"Xiao Lin, you have a fever, crazy, you give me leave at once. Don't you think you are rude now? " Gong Ming took my skirt, turned and closed the door.

Just before the door closed, I saw the boy in it scornfully laughing. I know he must think I'm crazy.

I don't know him.

I know this. The boy in the room is a foreigner or a half-breed. With high eyebrows, straight nose and razor-thin lips, like Gong Ming, he has bright green eyes with moist luster. I have never met him.

However, the crazy idea in my heart is like an unstoppable wild vine. In an instant, it turned over the thick soil and woven a net that I couldn't get out of.

I know he is.

I know he is.

But I don't know him. Gu Yuanhe sat on the sofa, and Jane stood in front of the French window and looked at the door of the community.

"Did you hit her?" Gu Yuan asked.

"She turned off her cell phone." Jian Xi didn't look back and replied in a low voice.

"She went to send clothes to Gong Ming. Said he'd be right back. I have been there for some time. " Du Tianhao poked his head out of the kitchen and said to the people in the living room.

"Then I'll go to her, and it will be fine." Jane Xi turned and walked to the door and put on her shoes. "Guli, you give me Gong Ming's."

"hmm." Gu took it, typing, and said, "but just ask downstairs. Don't go up if you don't want to die. But you should not get on. " Thought of here, she seems to be at ease again.

After getting out of the elevator, I sat on the green steps downstairs. All I can think about is those crazy ideas. I don't know how long I've been sitting. It's getting dark Overhead is the glass ceiling extending from the entrance of the lobby, dotted with beautiful starlight. I remembered those beautiful words written by sogou. I think I must miss him very much. Just like when I saw the scarlet dusk today, I remembered the natural warmth and sadness of sogou, just like the sunset. His gray hood and white sneakers. His black pupils shine like stars. I watched the overhead light drag my figure out of a shadow on the ground. I don't know what I'm doing sitting here, but my brain keeps beating like a pendulum.

I was suddenly hit by an oncoming smell, like the warm and sad smell of the sunset. I looked up in my reverie and the young foreign boy stood in front of me. His golden brown eyebrows are as thick as two, and his brow bones are raised high, so that his eyes are embedded in the deep valley. The straight nose gives his facial features a depth that Asians can't have. Tears welled up in my eyes, and my chest seemed to be struck repeatedly by a heavy hammer, making it almost impossible to breathe. I want to cry. I have a backpack in my hands, and I want to stand firm. "You shouldn't recognize me." His eyes are red. He came over, stretched out his long arms and took me into his arms. The oncoming breath, the sadness and warmth like the sunset. He was wearing a gray sleeveless T-shirt with a hood at the back, and his hairy calves were exposed under knee-length shorts, reflecting golden light in the light. His hand held my face tightly, and these handwritten sentences made people cry. He leaned down gently and bit my trembling lips with petal-like tender lips. The warm and fresh hormone breath in his mouth swallowed my thoughts, and he was like a boiling ocean, slowly drowning me. Hot tears dripped from his eyelashes on my nose. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and I heard a low sob in his throat. You have to believe that there must be your lover in the world. He will find you. You must wait. Outside the taxi window, the lights in Shanghai are on. The flashing lights outside the window, like a gorgeous goldfish tail, crossed the sword's slightly sad face one by one. He kept unplugging, and the microphone kept saying, "Your phone is off." As the night dragged down from the sky, many ugliness and ugliness of the day quickly disappeared in this darkness. There are colorful neon lights and materialistic giant cards everywhere. Countless people with vague faces walked past Jane Creek one by one, leaving one by one like fallen leaves in autumn. In midsummer, the rich water vapor evaporated condenses on the glass windows full of air conditioners. One by one, like tears, temporarily stayed in the sight of passengers. The sword gently closes the dark and moist pupils, and the soft eyelashes are condensed with gorgeous neon. He leaned against the glass window as if he were asleep. He looks like a tired deer with long legs curled up and a screen in his hand. I forgot that there is another one in this world, my lover. He will also travel through the surging people in this world with full heat and heavy love. He will walk past them one by one and come to me. We are all too familiar with each other. (End)