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What more could you ask for? She had already gotten too much, enough to keep her heart full.

Inadvertently, on the sickbed, she also began to write prose novels or something, sometimes just to relieve the torment of not being able to sleep in the night.

The only thing that can confuse Pingyu is her staccato dreams.

She actually believes in dreams and the interpretation of classic dreams. She believes that dream interpretation is helpful to understand one's own state of existence, and believes that dreams can reflect people's inner confusion and fear in a tortuous way.

Of course, reality and dreams are always irreconcilable.

People can look at themselves from a bird's eye view or even despise themselves in their dreams, but in life, they can never achieve an objective face in the true sense.

Perhaps, the square that I crossed in my dream is a road from the imagination of others to my spiritual hometown, a transition from reality to illusion, from fantasy to life.

However, the dust is rolling, the situation has changed, and now, it has long been the world's "bleak autumn wind is now again, and the world has changed".

Ping Yu had seen the vast world outside, and once fantasized about returning to the family to be a good wife and mother, but in the end she still had to choose "take a knife and a gun", and followed Fang Sheng here, wanting to kill a brilliant blood under the dark starry sky of "autumn wind and autumn rain in this world".

However, in any case, in the end, in front of Fang Sheng, or in front of Tu Die, Ping Wei always felt that he would always be a tragedy.

This tragedy comes from the encounter of childhood sweethearts, and then the unexpected encounter, which can never be pushed away, can't escape, and can't leave. Is this deep-rooted affection due to fate? So Ping Fu has always been in a painful entanglement, and she has never been able to forgive the suffering, chaos and troubles of her emotional life.

How can we confide in this miserable and miserable relative? And to whom can we tell it? Pain and resentment, and the only way to deeply humiliate oneself is simply a kind of complex of slowness and addiction to hiding and stealing.

From Mei Gui following her biological father to the village when she was a young child and getting acquainted with the young Tu Die, to walking with him to see the sea, straying into a cave deep in the mountains, ignorant passion ruining her life;

Pingfu can't interpret all this, and the feeling of all this is really a kind of powerlessness.

Even at this moment, she had to lie prone on Fang Sheng's back, listening to Fang Sheng's shout at the huge ship-like monster: "Ah Hao, Ah Hao, Ah Hao!" and she was so weak and powerless that she couldn't stop it.

It can be clearly seen that there are many people in the ship, but no one answers.

It is obviously contrary to the original plan.

What the hell happened?

Obviously, Fang Sheng was also shocked and couldn't help but be furious.

I only heard Fang Sheng say "Fuck, fuck you!", and at the same time, he took off his hand and suddenly understood the situation of the situation, and suddenly flipped and threw it off the sea cliff.

Perhaps Ping Xuan was still unconscious in pain and pleasure, at least the moment she fell to the front deck of the ship, her heart was excited, because she knew that she had successfully handed Fang Sheng over to her comrades-in-arms, the police.

Although the afterglow of her eyes caught a glimpse of Fang Sheng's reflexive escape......

However, after all, it is already an atmosphere where birds can spread their wings and it is difficult to fly......

Perhaps only the heartache Mei Gui was crying, drawing that semi-parabola and falling to the top of the parabola...... On the deck of the ship, in the process of having to "fall asleep", Mei Gui's mind was filled with ancient poetic words: "Last night, the wind and rain gathered, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine." I tried the questionnaire curtain people, and replied: Begonia is still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin. ”

Beautiful things are not only pitied, but also desired. Ping Shu understands and believes that this complex psychology is also an objective existence.

People always like to watch tragedies, and they like to "tear apart and destroy things of value for others to see".

Mei Gui remembers seeing a famous French painting "Broken Jug": an innocent and beautiful girl carrying a broken porcelain jug on her arm and wearing a white dress with roses has been torn into chaos, but she still clutches the skirt with both hands so that she can cover her lower body tightly...... Who can't see the moral of it? That is the ravage of beauty, that is the extinction of purity.

If Ping Yu still has an unfinished business, it is to become a strange person in writing, and now it seems that the dream is about to be shattered.

If Mei Gui still has unfinished emotions, it is that she can't become a worldly madman in love!

…… It's not that it can't be said that they are so unwilling. So they still have to struggle, they still have to fight, wondering what they want more is to witness their first love being ruined?

Therefore, when Ping Yu was treated, he had to shout: "Catch Fang Sheng quickly......"

Therefore, when Mei Gui was anesthetized, she still had to shout: "Fang Sheng-Fang Sheng......"

Heine once said, "The real madness is precisely wisdom itself, because it is tired of exposing the shame of the world all the time, and it wisely decides to become a madman." ”

Is Pingfu a madman or a madman? Maybe it's just a little woman who has broken up?

In fact, falling out of love is nothing, because you have nothing to lose, and what you face is just a psychological challenge. It's like a toy, if it's broken, it always has to be thrown away, and if you hold on to the phantom, of course, it's easy to get out of the magic barrier.

One day, a woman will become a shadow in her mind.

Someday, men will become a slant of smoke in memory.

Women's ruthlessness is mostly caused by men's ruthlessness.

And a woman's ruthlessness can breed a more vicious man.

Isn't it the case that some people describe it this way: the madman is a defective product of nature, a mistake of God. However, the world is always made up of outstanding people who pay attention to and excavate human nature, and it is often the spiritual madmen who are making world history. For example, Napoleon, such as Qin Shi Huang, such as Confucius and Mencius, Lao Zhuang Liezi, and so on.

It's clear to everyone: life is too short.

However, not everyone can hold up the base of their own life with their own heroism at the end of their life, or they can also write the heroic and exemplary deeds of others, so as to achieve the career and life of others and themselves!

It's not impossible to make yourself a strange person, a madman in the eyes of others, right?