At midnight, waiting for all the people to fall asleep, I quietly got dressed, and walked out of the bedroom cautiously from the gap in the body of the bodyguard lying on the ground with my toes, I want to escape, my existence has seriously affected social harmony, the stability of the motherland, the red face and the trouble, how many dynasties have died because of the beauty, so God began not to shape the beauty of the city, but began to favor men, but God sometimes makes mistakes, just like the shape of me, Perfect to far more than the four beauties of ancient times, this is not the pride of the Chinese, this is the bane of the Chinese, the husband is not guilty, there is a peerless person in a country, sometimes it is not a good thing, just like the Tang Dynasty was attacked by An Lushan because of Yang Yuhuan, the Xiongnu soldiers came to the city to force the Han Dynasty to use Wang Zhaojun to make peace, the sable cicada caused the father and son to turn against each other, and Xi Shi even lost a country. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And what about me, who is more beautiful than them?

I don't dare to imagine that history is a mirror, but knowing my mistakes, taking people as a mirror, I can know the gains and losses, and my profound knowledge makes me an intellectual and elegant beautiful man, and at the same time, it also gives me insight into the hot and cold state of the world.

The world is not beautiful, although there are a large number of people who protect me and follow me, but there are also people who dream of trying to dominate me, this is just a fleeting difference between good and evil.

Like some hegemonic countries, like some 6cm peoples, and they have no true love at all.

I am not afraid of them, no one has died since ancient times, at most one death, I will not give in to them, even if it is the ten great tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, the hundred great tortures I am not afraid, but if they threaten me with my friends, my compatriots, my sisters next door, then where will I go?

Beautiful looks have become a pool of trouble, and I must nip them in the bud.

So I quietly left, leaving all the people who loved me, and I wanted to become a monk, and from then on I would not bother with the world, and I would become a devout Buddhist who did not eat meat and fish.

With only some simple clothes and a few hundred yuan for a ticket, I quietly left home and walked to the train station in the dark.

A huge mask covers my flower-like face, fat clothes hide my delicate body, my hair is more casual fluffy, and there are sunglasses, an old ink-colored toad glasses, not only covering my eyes from time to time with love electricity, but also covering my vision, looking through the sunglasses, there is darkness in front of me, only under the street lamp, a little light, like my future, full of thorns, only in the distant sky, pouring out a trace of starlight, so that I have the courage to continue walking.

It is the time of the long holiday on October 1, the station is overcrowded, and many migrant workers who work in the city take advantage of the holiday to go home, and some who do not go home will also choose to travel.

The train is undoubtedly their most cherished cheap means of transportation, and the long queue to buy tickets in the ticket hall is from inside the ticket hall to the door, and they can't squeeze into the hall.

It was the first time I bought a train ticket, and I thought that there would be so many people, and I would be the last in line, slowly moving forward with the long line.

Gently twisting my small waist and moving my slender legs, just a little bit of movement, I brought up an infinite style, among the thousands of people in line, it was so outstanding and unusual.

Is it gold that always shines, and how much more is it a diamond with sixteen diamonds that shine brightly?

So in the middle of the night, outside the door of the ticket hall of the railway station, a dazzling light rose to the sky, sacrosanct, elegant and beautiful, it seemed to be the lotus flower in front of the Buddha, and it was like the delicate narcissus in the queen mother's Yao pool.