Ping Yu was immersed in Hao Yanran's prose thoughts, but Director Wang sent someone to bring Ping Yu a roast chicken, a bag of spicy peanuts, and two packets of instant noodles. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 There was liquor in the bookcase and boiling water on the coffee table, info said.

In fact, Ping Yu had already noticed that there were still a few bottles of liquor in the corner of Director Wang's bookcase, it seemed to be Moutai, right?

But she forcibly warned herself that she couldn't drink and that she had to wait for Pingwei to come.

I must have read Artemisia Yanran's prose before:

"Obviously, the loneliness of our insignificant people can be compared with that of great men? It is only possible to know that true loneliness is not helpless or negative, but on the contrary—only the truly strong can face this loneliness, enjoy this loneliness, and shine this loneliness to the end of his life!

But nowadays, there are few people who appreciate, taste, and enjoy this loneliness! Because conforming to the crowd can be leisurely and contented...... From this, I realized that loneliness is actually a kind of detachment, a kind of perfection, a kind of fission, a kind of "purgatory", and a kind of "phoenix nirvana"!

Like the eagle's metamorphosis: the eagle is the world's longest-lived bird, reaching an age of 70 years. To live that long, you have to make difficult but important decisions at the age of 40. Because of this, its beak becomes long and curved and almost touches its chest, its claws begin to age and cannot effectively catch its prey, and its feathers grow thick and thick, and its wings become very heavy, making it difficult to fly. The eagle had only two choices: either wait for death, or go through a very painful process of renewal: a long metamorphosis of one hundred and fifty days.

It has to fly hard to the top of the mountain, build a nest on the cliff, and stay there and never fly again. The eagle first has to hit the rock with its beak until it is completely detached, and then waits quietly for a new beak to grow. The eagle had to use its newly grown beak to pull out the aged toenails from its talons one by one, and the blood was spilled drop by drop. When the new toenails grow, the eagle uses the new toenails to pluck the feathers off its body one by one. After one hundred and fifty days, new feathers have grown, and the eagle can begin to fly again, at least thirty years later.

This is the origin of my tacit belief that I must come to England in the process of life, and it is also necessary to do a kind of transformation, and this is my way of being. Because I have carried the soul thirst of so many people on my shoulders, I can only dive in and enjoy these loneliness silently that I have the slightest possibility to complete such a difficult transformation.

Perhaps, I will only be a layman after all. Am I unable to resist the temptation of lust? Am I unable to withstand the man's gaze? But I pray that all this will be away from me......

I can then be helpless and helpless, no longer sighing alone or just being a coward who flies and dogs! Although in the final analysis, the mercury pillar of my life will never be able to rise to the height of Lu Xun, but I still have to move forward bravely -- but looking back on the past is like a sea, surging waves across the years, and suddenly in my heart there are patches of smoke and waves......

But I don't want to sink - who knows loneliness best in this world? Perhaps Hemingway interpreted this truth: "Man can be destroyed, but not defeated." ”…… Let that deep-rooted loneliness always accompany me bravely and resolutely, perhaps the best source and ending for those who are entangled in dream-like loneliness. ”

The more he reads, the more surprised he becomes. Could this have been written by Artemisia Yanran, who went to Cambridge to study for a doctorate? If so, it means that she is now also separated from her soul and soul, struggling in dire straits! People, who can live a happier life?

Why did Director Wang send someone to bring a roast chicken, a bag of spicy peanuts, and two packets of instant noodles to Pingyu? He also said that there was liquor in the bookcase and boiling water on the coffee table. It's Moutai, right? Ping Yu walked over and looked, hey, great, Feitian brand 52 degrees Moutai! One, two, three, hehe, three bottles!

At this moment, I don't know why, those three bottles of Moutai are particularly special to tempt the Pingfu who has never been hungry for wine.

Such a dead night, if you are in your own home, alone, taste slightly drunk. That wonderful taste, only Moutai liquor can give, just a small glass.

The aroma of wine will gradually attack from the mouth of the bottle, like wind and rain, like clouds and mist, enveloping and enveloping Pingyu's respiratory function, and naturally entering her lungs, appearing full, moisturized, mellow and long, making her hallucinate a trace of fragrance, and she will be a little drunk and a little sleepy. Pingfu has also drunk liquor countless times, and he has also experienced the feeling of pouring big, drinking, drinking, and drinking, but everything that can become a classic, some factors are in the bones, and it is an advantage and charm brought by innateness.

Ping Fu felt that in the palm of his hand, there seemed to be a fragrant typical sauce fragrance, and he couldn't help but dream that he poured a small cup and took a sip first.

Hi - all the way to the end, up and down all smooth, moist and moist, especially over the throat -

When she was often in a dry place with great pain, it seemed that the "liquid flowing with thoughts" moistened her hotly, foreshadowing the stubborn illness of autumn and winter—

Cough, don't you come here anymore? It's just that it tastes weird, and if you taste it carefully, there's nothing left, it's weird.

Ping Fu simply poured out a large cup, tilted his head, and swallowed it all at once. Slightly drunk, good, dripping, more refreshing, drunk, drunk, finally relaxed, so relaxed, crispy and numb.

——The hot stomach actually spasmed with the pain of the heart.

Suddenly, there was a loud "squeak" of the door, and the door opened, and a tall figure stood in front of the door. Thin, it looks like a gust of wind will blow the figure to the ground. The eyes are also sunken, like the eyes of a giant panda, and the shining light is fleeting.

Ping Yu stared at it for a long time, and then suddenly woke up, and then suddenly realized: it turned out that it was a dream just now, but it was just a sweet dream of drinking in her fantasy.

And Pingwei, just alone, stood in front of her.

Ping Wei blinked her eyes, rubbed her eyes vigorously with her hand a few times, and saw clearly, it was indeed Ping Wei! She stood up at once, and pounced—

However, Pingwei avoided her, silently, silently.

Ping Fu calmed down, and couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken, and even more unwilling. But she had to be calm, calm, and calm, and she asked, "Why did you beat Artemisia Hao?"