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Write to Twilight:

The terraces outside the window are very colorful, and the tea trees are very beautiful. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info I'll write to you in this country.

The clouds are shrouded in mist, half-drunk and half-awake, and the taste you say is conceived in this mountain. The smoke and clouds overlapped, looking at the untimely magnolia in this window, learning from your appearance, I actually understand its beauty. It's like a dream.

The joy of life should be to invite you to see this scenery together, on this medieval soil, get drunk with you, and listen to the girls' songs like water.

But I know it's delusional.

She put down her pen and after a day's rain, it fell outside the window. Through the window of this hotel, you can only see the endless green.

She picked up the letter she had just written, pulled it lightly, threw it aside, and looked at the misty and rainy mountains, with only a sigh.

She landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport three days later.

Ten centimeters of private handmade custom high heels, Givenchy's black dress, carrying a Hermès limited edition leather bag, sunglasses covering Thai Ban's face, and a Patek Philippe watch on his wrist refracted the light. A head of black hair poured down his shoulders.

She is no different from the women of this prosperous capital, the same delicacy, the same coldness.

The crystal chandelier shook so much that she could barely open her eyes. On the huge backdrop, the interweaving of the eyes of men and women made her gaze sink a little, and she only smiled bitterly.

A Chinese woman with silver hair was invited to the stage, she took off her sunglasses, squinted her eyes and looked closely, and then a reporter's camera sneaked at her, she is now accustomed to it, as if she didn't see it. She just looked at the eastern face on the stage and smiled softly.

"This fragrance, in fact, was designed for myself. "The voice is very old," I call it Love and War. It's a memorial to my love affair with my deceased husband. ”

"Love is giving, giving, but in fact, it is a war between two people. We all have to try our best to possess each other, and we are destined to be blurred in order to hug each other tightly. Her voice intermittently entered the woman's ears, "In love, can you give yourself your whole heart." It's like a war, the only difference is that in the smoke of gunpowder, love rises among the ruins. ”

She staggered her gaze to the flickering screen, where the advertisement flashed the bottle of perfume.

Retro but gorgeous amazing, in her eyes, only sarcasm was seen. Behind that magnificence, there is a fragile nothingness, and the more prosperous it is, the more nihilistic it becomes.

The old woman on the stage welcomed her to the stage with a smile. She slowly walked up to the stage, smiled with what the media called "the mysterious beauty of the Orient", and in the spotlight, said: "It's an honor to be in Paris for this season's product launch......"

The guests dispersed, leaving her assistant to tidy up the room, and she stepped out of the ballroom.

The commercials kept playing in the corridor, the shooting was beautiful, and there were exaggerated celebrities at the press conference who shed tears, but they had to worry about the exquisite makeup. She shook her head and put on sunglasses again to hide her emotions, and occasionally the reporters who left the scene saw her and hurriedly turned on the camera that had been turned off.

Not surprisingly, he appeared ten paces away, extremely tall, and in the daylight he looked like the temple of Apollo. He smiled and looked back at her, step by step.

Her steps were light, and the sound of tinkling heels was accompanied by the constant sound of French.

The man naturally opens his arms and encircles the woman in it. She smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder socket, his heart beating so hard.

"In shoes so tall and so short. The man seemed to be teasing her in her ear.

She didn't look at it, and she wanted to get his current look. Spoiled, still with a somewhat casual smile on his lips, eyes, and heart.

"You must be tired. The man rubbed her long hair and couldn't put it down.

"Well, I'm tired. She looked up and let him take off her sunglasses, her fingers running over her red lips, and she made a muffled sound, but it was as lazy as a spring cat, and the man's gaze was misty.

"Well, let's get out of here. The man hugged her, and the promotional video behind her kept showing.

He took her into his arms, blocking the spotlight with his tall body.

Sitting in the back seat of the car with her in his arms, the man took off her shoes, and she lay on his lap, the man put his lips to the top of her hair and whispered: "Love is possession, you have to believe that all the beauty in this world is related to her." Strive to possess all this beauty. They asked me to write a sentence for the perfume, and I just thought it was good. I wrote it to them, but I didn't expect to make an advertising slogan. ”

"Strive to possess all the beauty. She smiled, "It's your style." ”

"It's not. He sighed, and held up the woman's pitiful face, his eyes shining as if to burn her.

She looked away, and the Seine flowed quietly outside the car window.

Write to Twilight:

How have things been going well lately?

I've been fascinated by the scent of orange blossom lately, and as you said, following the recipe of an ancient book, it has a beautiful taste when you put it on a magnolia.

Like you said, I think you can only understand the beauty after smelling it. Whatever you want to say, you will definitely smile and nod your head.

It's like joy and sorrow, darkness and light, smoke and roses, coexist.

The south and the north of the mountains and rivers cannot prevent each other.

In the next room, he had fallen asleep. Naturally, she tore the letter in her hand and walked slowly to another room, looking at him quietly.

She picked up her phone and sent a text message to her secretary: "Tomorrow, I want to go back to Beijing." ”

In the middle of the night, she knew that this request could be willful, although she had some such problems before, but now it is especially obvious.

"Don't go. The culprit who caused her problem hugged her from behind, she was stunned, she didn't know when he woke up, his voice was low, and he was lazy and sexy.

As if he knew what she was thinking, he whispered, "Shanshan, as soon as you came in, I sensed that you were coming. ”

"It's time for me to go back, the main product is about to start pre-sale in China, and I, the boss, still have to go back to the company. She let him call, and coaxed in a gentle tone, "If you miss me, you will go back to see me." ”

He loosened the hand around her waist and walked straight out of the room, sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room, smoking silently, behind the smoke ring, her appearance was indistinct.

She walked out with a frown and stood in front of him.

"Sanshan. He called her nickname, hesitated, but still pinched the cigarette in his hand, "I'm sorry, it's me who is not good, and I shouldn't smoke in front of you." ”

Her heart seemed to be pricked, she was extremely sensitive to smells, and he forcibly quit smoking for her sake. Such an arrogant and even domineering man is in front of her, but he is always cautious, even, wronged himself.

"Ziyi. Her expression softened, and she sat down on the ground next to him, "I don't have anything, it's just a work need, don't think about it." ”

"Okay. The man lowered his head and smiled, "Yan Shan, if you want to come and go, it's all your freedom, whatever you like, I don't care about you." ”

When she saw him like this, she called her own name, not Shanshan, whom he liked to call, and knew that he was not happy in his heart. She leaned over and leaned against the position of his heart, as if to say to herself: "Why are you so tired, it's better to do it." ”

The man didn't wait for her to finish speaking, and wrapped around her, as if he was about to crush her into his own body, his hand was trembling, she understood that he didn't like to listen to his own words, he used to have trouble with her because of such words, I don't know how many times, but every time he was afraid that she would really leave, so he whispered to her so sadly.

He let go of her after a while, put a kiss on the top of her hair, closed her eyes, and whispered, "That's it, I just beg you to do this, that's enough." ”

His expression was as lonely as night, and his long eyelashes trembled uncontrollably. To be continued.