Mo Bei's back is not thin, but it seems to be hesitant to shout in hoarseness, and at this moment, I thought of the word "loneliness".

She didn't look back, she walked slowly, slowly, blending into the darkness of the room、、、

I habitually lit a cigarette and let it swirl and swirl around my lungs.

I thank God for giving me yellow skin to resist the loneliness of the night.

Time is a silent flower, there is no wind and snow, but there is a gloomy soul. We are all under the torture of life, but we are longing for the sunshine that blooms in that corner.

I stared at the computer screen for a moment, and my thoughts were pretty much gone.

The metaphor I told Mo Bei about "watermelon" actually means that now we have to find something that can indirectly lead to the Yellow Crane Tower and let people have a new understanding of the Yellow Crane Tower. Most of today's young people have been hit by the city, and they have slowly lost their original strength. All we know is that it's an attraction, a very old, historically valuable attraction. When we looked at it, we found that it was not what we thought it would be.

Actually, sometimes you have to think from a different perspective, and we tend to overlook something. Some civilizations have been replaced by barbarism.

The project in my heart is that although the current Yellow Crane Tower has completely gone against what we think in our hearts, it can even be said that it has been ruined by modern culture. But we didn't really get to know the Yellow Crane Tower, to understand this old man, he was breathing, he was breathing, he was breathing.

After we contact the official side of the Yellow Crane Tower, we can hold a "memorial cultural festival" about the Yellow Crane Tower under the Yellow Crane Tower.

There are many elderly people in Wuhan, who yearn for the peace in their hearts and the unattainable dreams. They worship the Yellow Crane Tower, just like the Tibetans worship.

People have faith in their hearts, and this is what people are. On the contrary, it is a corpse, and it is precisely because we have something to look forward to and think about that we will not feel so empty.

What I want is to invite all these old people in Wuhan to the scene, and they can come to the scene during the cultural festival and talk to some young people and tourists about the Yellow Crane Tower in their hearts.

There are a lot of things that need to be prepared for the cultural festival, and I have filtered them in my mind one by one, and when the time comes, I will exhibit some of the origins and history of the Yellow Crane Tower, as well as the culture of the Yellow Crane Tower, and the celebrities who have been to the Yellow Crane Tower.

With a few wisps of green smoke and a faint light in front of me, my fingers were tapping on the keyboard, like the sound of ancient Greek war drums, whispering in the vast sky, he was telling me, Gu Nan, it's time for you to return!

I really didn't drowsy at all night, as if I had been stimulated, I tapped rapidly, and put my thoughts into the acre and thirds of the land.

"Gu Nan." In the middle of the night, a voice sounded behind me.

I turned my head to look at Mo Bei in some surprise, she was wearing a pair of pajamas, I could see her face in the dark night, a haggard and distressing girl.

"What's wrong? Didn't you sleep? I replied with some surprise.

"Gu Nan, I can't sleep, I want to have a conversation with you." Now Mo Bei has gradually taken off her guard against me, no longer the woman who disguised herself as cold before, now she is more like a girl, a southern girl.

This dark night can't bury my gentle smile, I can feel that I have no preparation, and I dumped my gentleness to Mo Bei: "You're not cold." I stood up, pulled Mo Bei to the sofa and sat down, and then threw the air conditioner on Mo Bei's body.

"Would you like something to drink?" I got up again and walked towards the refrigerator.

"No need, drink it yourself!"

I nodded, and opened the refrigerator door myself, the bright yellow light slapping me on the refrigerator, and I realized in a trance that I had been so casual with her now, and how long it had been. I suddenly realized how ridiculous I was, and I understood how ridiculous time was, and what could he prove? Me and Xia Mo, me and Mo Bei, the time we once had.

I didn't think much of it, grabbed a bottle of Mirinda and sat back on the couch. In the dark room, only the computer screen light flashed in the corner.

I couldn't see Mo Bei's expression clearly, I opened the drink and took a sip, and the sound of pulling it apart echoed in the empty room.

Then I lit a cigarette and took a puff of enjoyment: "What's wrong with you?" ”

"You know what it feels like to be protected?" Mo Bei pondered for a while and said secretly.

Mo Bei's words stunned me, I didn't understand what Mo Bei was referring to. Is it the warmth that is guarded by a loved one?

I shook my head: "Maybe I once had." ”

Mo Bei slowly turned to look at me and smiled at me, so sunny but so sad.

"Since I was a child, I was a child without a mother, and my mother was the junior that my father was looking for!" Mo Bei curled up in the corner, hugged his knees, and said without any expression.

"From the time I was sensible, I knew that my mother was a junior. And I don't even know what my mom looks like. Mo Bei looked at the dark room and couldn't see the edge.

I was quiet in front of the listeners, and my heart was touched and moved very painfully.

"Because my mom was a junior, my mom ran away, and I don't know where she went. Maybe he's dead, maybe he's still wandering somewhere. I have two older brothers, half-brothers, one of whom died in a car accident when I was six years old, and I was in the car at the time, but I was unharmed. My stepmother sued me that it was because of me, because my broom star came to this house, that my brother died. From that time on, I told myself that I had to be strong, I had to be strong. I have to survive how my stepmother treats me badly, and I have to survive until the day when I can be self-reliant. Mo Bei bit her lip, did she cry?

The last bit of scarlet cigarette in my hand had burned to the last point, and I reacted sharply to take a puff.

Because of the burning to the end, there was already a slight smell of burning, and I was choked and coughed a few times、、、、

(PS: I recommend you a song, Li Zhi's "Mr. Van Gogh" Friends who read the novel can listen to it, listen to it while watching, I believe you will like it.) ）

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