Beauty is like a flower across the clouds.

Su was blank for a second.

Such a poem leaked out of my mind for no reason, and the tone of my heart was an unprecedented sigh tone, the waves had no beginning and no end, and the aftertaste was long.

She couldn't remember that the poem was read from the page in the tattered pile, but she felt her heart tremble and be shocked in a way.

I was stunned and only felt that it was in line with the context, and thought in a mess that if I did reading comprehension, I could add about two more points by adding this poem.

The so-called beauty is like a flower across the clouds, and the foolish and other ordinary people, who are only merely mortal, can only be viewed from a distance, and they cannot be touched if they want to be touched.

It is not uncommon for people to be close to Fangze, not only are, but they can also be divided into three categories.

A kind of heaven appreciates food, talent, special variety, born more than people have a pair of invisible wings, hard work, you can soar up to 90,000 miles, and the sun side by side.

The other two categories are not to mention, even rare can not be called, the real special situation, simply put: other flowers, and the immortals who plant flowers.

Su Yu girl obviously doesn't belong to these three categories, she is a strange thing born out of a mud.

Although it is not a beauty that words can describe, with her narrow-minded and aggrieved reading, it is already a stroke of genius to be able to utter this wild poem.

The empty living room was too quiet, and it seemed to be overflowing with something, compressing in the limited space, so that the whole atmosphere solidified.

Su Yu, such a thin little girl like a little pockmark, stood there silently, the cold wind flowed in, and she couldn't detect the cold as if she was burned.

It's probably not burned, it's for the beauty as far as the eye can see, and the heart is numb by surprise.

It seems to be a painting that is unobtainable in the world, and every stroke is ingenious, like the lake in the clear autumn, like the pure snow in early winter.

Pure beauty and pleasantness that goes deep into the soul.

I just want to be the first snowman.

The two little girls looked at each other not far or close, just across the stairs...... Strictly speaking, it can't be called eye to eye - the soul exchange of their eyes touching.

These two people just put on an eye-to-eye posture, each with their own gods, each with their own dazed, with two pairs of eyes open, silently distracted together.

The girls who grew up in two extreme environments have different stories, generate different personalities, and form souls of different colors, but in this situation, they are bizarrely in the same pace.

It's not just about being in a daze......

The red light district cannot raise any silt-stained lotus flowers, which does not conform to the subjective laws of social science.

Su Yu, a strange flower, even if it is still in the age of the budding Jingjing, it is also erect and has its own fragrance-

The little girl is dark, after all, she is familiar with it, anyone who has watched the goblin fight up close since she was a child, intuitive, real, uncensored, accustomed to eighteen kinds of martial arts, 3,600 postures, and can also refine the vicissitudes of the old driver's mentality of reading all the mountains.

Thoroughly dyed.

Fortunately, I didn't have time to get the foul rot gas that had accumulated in the gutter, and now this is the age of the three views of the Su family who slipped out of the quagmire, and the rhizomes are still fresh and tender, and they are full of vitality.

Someone has these resumes.

In the face of any visual impact, Su Yu can probably maintain an unparalleled calmness.

- It is impossible to be shy, it is impossible to be shy in this life, and it is impossible to be ashamed of oneself.

The leather shoes stepped on the ground, making a crisp sound, very softly, one after another, like petals falling on the surface of the water, dotting ripples.

Su Yu came back to her senses, and watched the other party step down the stairs step by step, and on the tips of her white and delicate round-toed shoes, she squinted her eyes with a pool of light from the dome.

Like her people, she looks dreamlike, so bright that she can't bear to close her eyes no matter what.

The girl's eyes were clear, even if they were hollow, they were thrillingly beautiful.

It's really a difference.

Su Yu stood there and sighed, staring motionlessly, her eyes were straight, if it weren't for her little girl's appearance, this staring behavior would be like an idiot.

The distance between the two people is getting closer.

Eyes on each other again.

Those thrilling eyes, abrupt, a little more shining.

Her footsteps stopped.

Su Yu stared at her eyes, stunned for a moment, coughed hoarsely, her face was slightly red because of fever, but her dark and cold eyes were a little more than something.

The other party looked at her eyes gently, her eyelashes fluttered gently like butterfly wings, she tilted her head, and the dark hair fell from her back to her shoulders so quietly.

The two of them just met the signal as if no one was around.

There was no sound, no movement, and the communication began with no hindrance in the eyes.

******

There are so many wonderful realities, and most of a person's time passes in a dull and dull peace.

He would love to meet his sweetheart.

But how could it be so easy to see? He didn't even know the names of the girls.

Bai An was aimlessly lost for a moment.

It is better to say that such an indifferent reality is in line with his cognition and imagination.

In this world, there are too many irrelevant strangers, and seeing it once is a fate that has been looked back five hundred times, how can it be so easy, and there is a chance to meet again.

He rubbed his hand against his slightly cool face.

The elbows of the sweater rested on the shallow windowsill, supporting his face, and his eyebrows were lazily looking at the plum trees under the window.

Compared with his memory, in the past three winters, the branches that grew under the window, as in previous years, were in full bloom.

Pretty red, elegant and elegant.

It's just covered with a thin layer of snow, and there are already signs of falling.

Bai An stared at the one closest to the window, looking at its slanting arc, and made up his mind in his heart.

When the flower was gone, he stopped thinking about the little girl, and he didn't think about it.

He's an adult who can afford to put it down.

In the adult world, the officialdom of the workplace, the inner circle and the outer circle, there are many divisions and combinations, acting on the spot, those who can sleep or not, those who can love or not, only when they are clearly divided, can they walk calmly.

He's still a kid, and it's not time to waste time emotionally.

Well, good children can't fall in love.

Bai An doesn't have this capital yet.

The warmth of the spring heart, occasionally taste the taste, warm the body that has been stiff for a long time, live the frozen blood, let yourself know that you are a person who is still alive.

That's good.

I don't know what to do, if there is no fate, don't go deep, no matter what, after the deadline is extended, after the expiration date, the strange taste of sweet and sour can choke people to tears!

He didn't have the energy to worry about anything else, and the schedule was already intensive.

His life and longevity are not even guaranteed enough.

When the sky is not available, the earth does not give profit, the heart is poor, fate ends here, and unrequited love without nutrients can only end without illness.

Though he knew that his heart was beating for real, and he missed something, even if it was incredibly brief.