Chapter 37: The Fate of Inspiration

Last time, it was said that Wu Xiao almost collapsed because of Sisi's worship of money, and Wang Sen wanted to say a way to get rich to get Wu Xiao out of trouble.

The reason is that Wang Sen remembered one of his trips to Guangzhou, and he had a flash of inspiration. The story reads as follows:

Wang Sen's diary:

When I arrived in Guangzhou, it was already evening. The attendants shouted loudly in a rough voice at the moment of getting off the train to arrive at the station in Guangzhou, and the passengers dragged their tired eyes to sleep, and they wrapped their bags and small bags on the way home. On the platform of Guangzhou Station, the crowd suddenly increased, which is the rhythm of winter. On the track outside the window, the steel rail shines brightly. The once crowded scene is gone, and the starry dream of chasing customers in other places has obviously decreased in Guangzhou Station. Those girls dressed up in fancy clothes used to be very fashionable in the pedestrian street of the mall, here, with thick ink footprints, wrapped in an ordinary coat. The transit on the road made them look disgraced!

The rainy season of the seventeen-year-old has passed, and the flowering season of youth is still there. There are many varieties of high heels in the bedroom, and they are arranged in a similar way on the shoe shelves. There was no room in the carriage, and when I stood up, a girl's high heels took over where I was standing. I wonder if they like the fun atmosphere of my location, or the uniqueness of the location where I can look outside by the window?

When I sat down unconsciously, a pointed vertebral base stabbed my thigh, the natural reaction of this pain made me step on it with my foot heavily, "oops" screamed, it turned out that this girl was dizzy, her head was prostrate on the ridge of her leg, I saw that disturbed her dream, and politely said "sorry". Without even thinking about it, I retracted my steps and stepped back, trying to give her enough space to be comfortable. However, at the moment when I raised my leg, she gently patted me on the shoulder with her hand and said, "It doesn't matter", she glanced at me with her eyes, and said, "What are you looking at?"

"What about the scenery outside?" I hastily looked away, and she chuckled softly, "Liar, don't think I don't know you're staring at that beautiful woman!"

Then she walked away, and as she was leaving, she stomped on me so hard that the cone of the heels left a heavy mark, and I cried out "Oops" in pain.

The train slowly drove out of Guangzhou Station, if I ran over to her and said "Beauty, you are so beautiful", but this seems very worldly and lowly, if I run over and gently pull her in my place and sit down to give her warmth, she may say that I am a hooligan~~~ In this uneasy and uneasy, I see a vague shadow. When the girl was gone, her beautiful figure disappeared, and nothing could be seen.

The more I can't see what she looks like, the more I want to see her clear face. I pressed my face against the glass window of the train and stared wide, but the platform was the platform, and the opposite direction of the road erased all my previous impressions of what I had seen her.

I was hoping that when the train suddenly stopped or she took one more stop, there would be a clear and vague hazy sensation that made me completely affirm or deny, but no, my eyes were still heavy and vague.

It's been a long time since I've experienced such a blur. The vector movement of the train is no longer clear, and in the future, I can stand in front of the window by day or night because of the temptation of ambiguity. Who appreciates blur?

Today, however, in the face of this virgin ambiguity, I was moved by a special feeling of warmth, like a mixture of water and fire. It is this ambiguity that allows me to see the intersection of souls! How many places can I see the real blur now? Blur is artificially divided into light and darkness in this sleepless world. If I insist on seeing her face, I will continue to create light to drive away the ambiguity in my heart, and in spite of the noisy heights, we will probably face a monochromatic world.

I am grateful for this beautiful kick, it evokes my sense of cognition, it evokes my ambiguity of the colorful world that I have never had. Only this pure pain will usher in the dawn of tomorrow.

~~~~~~ Wang Sen

What is the origin of this story and Wu Xiao's story? Why do they all have the same effect? Look at the next episode, The Idea of a Windfall.