With the love of an infatuated man, will normal people be addicted to it? Ping Fu thought, I'm also an ordinary woman. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info, but the soul just refuses to excuse itself and refuses to let Pingfu forgive himself.

In the human world, good and evil, instinct and reason, simple and complex, are actually a whole, right?

What is the nature of things? We all know that one thing is caused by another; These two mutually causal things present very different outcomes; People know more clearly that if one is fulfilled, the other will be fulfilled at the same time, how can they guarantee that what they really want will not be taken as a matter of incident?

The boundaries are so blurred, and the essence becomes less pure and absolute.

There is always a relationship between things.

The sick Pingshu is not as strong as others think, and she even suspects that there is no such thing as strong in the world.

If she had a choice, she would rather marry a healthy man immediately, as long as this man knows how to care for her.

Sometimes, she would be shocked and wonder, is she too depressed? is completely controlled by a force that I can't grasp, and I can't decide the direction of my emotions, and I can't decide not to regret or give wrongly.

She didn't know if it was called faith, strength or weakness, but she had already surpassed herself, like a carriage, dragging the slim and weak plain man to run quickly.

Though she was overwhelmed by the bumps and the toil, she was powerless to stop the carriage......

Fang Sheng said at the time: "I can't help but be nice to you, I can only pray that I can free you so that the carriage that keeps running can stop." Let you stay in my arms forever......"

Whenever this time came, Fang Sheng's face was surprisingly warm, and he would hug her and kiss her, tenderly and sweetly.

Later, when the two were together, he would even frantically call her name, bite her arm, or be intimate with the towering mountain peaks, but never hurt her, or leave a black mark......

So, she also responded to him enthusiastically, trembling in his arms.

At that time, the people often came up with strange thoughts: Time, stop! If I could die in an instant, I would too!

In the end, what is love in the world? Anyone who has experienced the so-called love may know: there is a kind of longing, no matter where you flee to, it still haunts you everywhere and makes you unable to get out; There is a kind of loneliness, no matter when and where you are, it always follows you like a shadow, so that you can't break free; There is also a kind of person, no matter how you try to numb yourself and indulge yourself, but you will never forget it.

The traces that Fang Sheng gave to Ping Fu were too deep and heavy, as if they were deeply engraved in her heart, dissolved into her blood, and mixed with him, so that she could not discard or give up, because once she tried to discard or give up, she would also discard or give up herself.

How can Ping Fu abandon himself or cut himself?

She felt that the only way to choose was the power of spirit and reason, and she tried to overcome these worries and pains by using the usual method that women like to use—shopping.

In the past, Ping Yu didn't have time to go shopping like other women.

In Xituo, Pingfu has a lot of time for her to walk through the bustling commercial streets, squeeze through the bustling crowds, and fall into this sea of people......

However, she still felt alienated, lonely and lonely.

In this strange city, on this most lively street, in this sea of jubilant people, she could stand for a long time, a long time, but she didn't know where she was going, she didn't know what else she should do!

From the blue-gray sky of the evening, she found the bleak moon hanging from it, and watched it alone from afar, and gradually, as if she felt that she was the Chang'e who lived in the moon in the familiar story, and there was a jade rabbit next to her legs.

She thought how good it would be to be alone on that moon forever!

By chance, in the early hours of the morning, as soon as Ping Yu opened his eyes, the time that belonged to happiness came to a halt.

A short-lived dream of Nanke, a dream that belonged to the magic power, disappeared.

Then the chill that penetrated her lungs began to return to her place little by little, reintegrating into her body and into her blood.

Perhaps, their nostalgia is inextricably linked, their glue is omnipresent, and their relationship is endless...... Her strength is in his endurance, her dignity is in his persistence, her life is in the memory of the rest of his life, and the rest of her life is in the shadow of his death......

This may be the fate of her and Fang Sheng.

Isn't it? That's how it should be, right?

Ping Wei felt that when he and Fang Sheng were passionate and wanton together for the first time, her passive choice of place was not so much a tolerance as a blasphemy, and it was also for her.

Fang Sheng said: "If you weren't seriously ill, maybe I would also see it as a man's shame or generosity?" You...... Why is it so hypocritical? ”

Ping Shu does not allow himself to face this question from the opposite angle: if he has to face this question, if he has to answer this question head-on, how can he answer it in order to show more dignity as a woman and respect for a woman?

Pingfu can't explain himself, he can only keep spurring himself. The explanation is vulgar and ridiculous, and it is not allowed by the self-esteem of the self and the self-esteem of men. Under no circumstances is anyone obliged to pledge loyalty to anyone, including Fang Sheng. Loyalty is not a prerequisite for sexual relations, but only a possible outcome, and in Ping's view, the explanation is commitment.

Fang Sheng would never have thought that the unintentional injury, like a thorn piercing the flesh, was embedded in his heart impartially, and continued to ache faintly.

Pingshu believes that a woman who lives for love, or for the feeling of love, is likely to be true; But a woman who lives only for one man must be false.

Many people may fall in love more than once in their lives, but women who live for love or feelings, and every time they fall in love, they follow the same ideals and spirit; Of course, there must be some people who may only fall in love once in their lives, but the woman who claims to live only for one man is likely to have lost her ideals, given up her spirit, and devoured love.

Ping Yu still lingers on the warm and sweet feeling that she later lay on the hospital bed and was pampered by Fang Sheng's phone calls or text messages, at that time her heart always seemed to have a feeling of blood bursting, and it seemed that there were many words to pour out, as if there was a steady stream of spring water.

Of course, there is a little bit of melancholy, a little bit of longing, and a little bit of anticipation.

Everything is silent, everything is faint.

At that time, Ping Yu often silently recited the poems of a lyricist in the Yuan Dynasty: "If you don't fall apathic in your life, you will be lovesick, and you will be lovesick." The body is like a floating cloud, the heart is like a flying flocculent, and the air is like a gossamer. A wisp of incense is here, looking forward to the daughter of the wanderer, when is the sign coming? When the light is half dim, when the moon is half bright. ”

Even Fang Sheng sent a text message in order to comfort her, but she also memorized it in her heart and sighed with emotion: "There is a kind of longing called worrying, there is a kind of love called unswerving, there is a kind of beauty called sacred purity, there is a kind of agreement called the old world, and there is a kind of happiness called knowing you so good!" ”；

And what else: "If the thought is rain, I am soaked; If my thoughts are wine, I am drunk and dreaming of death; If my thoughts are knives, I am covered in bruises; If my thoughts are needles, I am already in a thousand holes; If missing is happiness, then I miss you even more! ”；

What else is "fate is the continuation of the feelings of people in the previous life when they were dying, fate is the unchanging vow before the reincarnation of this life, fate is the happy agreement that you and I have had, and fate is a beautiful dream that can still meet in the next life!" "Wait.

Although Ping Wei later knew that these were not Fang Sheng's originals.

Unconsciously, Pingfu is accustomed to drinking water in the morning and milk at night; Accustomed to awakening the stomach with light boiling water in the morning and sleeping with sweet boiling water at night.

Because of the feeling of the stomach pouch, arrange your own comfortable life, from sunrise to sunset, from light to sweet.

She used to think that loneliness was deeper than loneliness. fell into loneliness, and knew that loneliness was more difficult and exhausting than loneliness. Loneliness does not need to be tormented, and there is no end to the road and you can only endure it indefinitely. And loneliness always torments people until they are exhausted, exhausted, and then dip into new dreams with deeper sighs.

Exhaustion is the weight of the sigh accumulated after waking up from every dream, and dreams are flowers that bloom when loneliness comes, and loneliness flourishes. Dreams are plentiful and numerous, and exhaustion is the result of falling flowers.

Unconsciously, Pingyu is used to being stunned in the shadows of the bed during the day, and watching the neon flickering outside the window in the dark of the bed in the evening.

Because I have long been accustomed to reversing black and white, day and night, like a ghost wandering or a short stay of work.

Because he had long been accustomed to the brightness of the darkness, he was afraid that the strong light would stab his eyes, so he had to silently shed tears and wash his black eyes to illuminate his future path.

After the loss of the night, there is the rush of the day.

In the small fishing village by the sea under the mountain, where the army is located, Ping Fu found a lot of information, such as Tang Xiaowu, Chang Chang, and even Chang Chang, the father of Chang Chang, mentioned by Fang Sheng. But there is one thing in common, that is, in addition to Tang Xiaowu's disappearance, Chang Chang died of drug abuse, and Chang Village Chief just died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage.