She often thinks that if a city falls, it is undoubtedly because of war, maybe the soldiers will not be bloodless, maybe everyone will be in dire straits and lose the initiative.

Life is already fragile, and the city is like a doll at the mercy of others at this time, changed into a brand new dress, hands and feet are tied, and eyes are just blinking lifelessly.

Is the city no longer recoverable? If a heart falls, why? One word? A look? What stirred the soul, after a long period of displacement, found its own track.

He said, Lian Xing, can you not be sad.

Every time she took a shower, standing in front of the big mirror in the bathroom, looking at the scar on her body, she felt very dazzling, accompanied by dizziness, which made her feel very painful. I remember that the doctor said that there would be no scars, and she believed it.

And in fact, it did not leave a significant scar, just a light red, because she minded, so it felt dazzling. In fact, she knew very well in her heart that what made her hurt and made her care about it was not this scar, but that time.

Because of her slight cleanliness, she is used to taking a shower in the morning and evening, which also makes her face the scar every day, as if to remind her of the price of leaving.

After so many years, the pain has not diminished in the slightest, she is only more tenacious and more indifferent in her heart.

Since when did her breakfast become fixed? A piece of cake, a cup of coffee.

Of all kinds of cakes, she always chooses the Black Forest - what she calls "the combination of simplicity and perfection", the sourness of cherries, the sweetness of cream, and the bitterness of chocolate penetrate perfectly into the cakes, so that even those who are particularly picky are very satisfied.

And coffee will always be an espresso. She loved Espresso, the most bitter form of coffee.

Many young people, especially girls, rarely choose Espresso, and she just likes the bitterness. It is a smooth and soft liquid like velvet, exuding a rich aroma, and the taste is strong and persistent, and the bitterness on the tip of the tongue seems to sink down the throat.

The taste is pure, like the cleanest and unique part of the heart. Moreover, it is obviously an extremely bitter liquid, but it has a warm luster, and she is not immune to warm things.

Her favorite cake is tiramisu, and she learned how to make the most authentic tiramisu from an Italian pastry chef, who she learns quickly and does a great job, but she rarely eats it.

Later, Xiang Niansheng asked her why she didn't eat it, and she said that tiramisu was originally smooth and sweet, although it was slightly bitter, but the aftertaste made people feel like a memory, remaining on the tongue and in the mouth, and it lasted for a long time.

However, every time she eats tiramisu, her tears fall and the cake becomes salty and loses its original taste. It was bitter and salty, and the smell made her feel sad, and the tears would be even more turbulent.

For her, Italian espresso and Italian tiramisu are the best food pairings, but she only eats tiramisu once a year, and for more than six years, she has eaten a total of six pieces.

That day was his birthday. She "coerced and seduced" Gasajiao to persuade him to accompany her shopping. She wanted to give him an unforgettable birthday.

That day, she bought tiramisu and watched him eat it, and her heart was sweet. She wished time had stopped at that moment. She told him the story of tiramisu, and she said that she had to learn how to make cakes, make them for him, and raise him to be white and fat, and it was very comfortable to hold. He said he was going to stay in shape.

At that moment, he was like a little child in her eyes, and she wanted to take care of him and love him well. She has always been a little girl's character, but she has someone she wants to protect.

Every time she thinks of the memory of that day, she will unconsciously smile, if someone sees her at this time, they will find that she is so shallow and smiling, she has never seen her before, very beautiful. It's a smile called happiness, with the smell of memories.

She was about to turn 28 and she felt old. My heart is often trapped in memories, there is no escape, no pain, and I look at the past indifferently, like a silent movie.

Occasionally, he suffers from insomnia, but he never relies on drugs, just opens his eyes in the dark, as if to see through the unknown hidden in the dark.

It's just that no matter how old she feels inside, her appearance is always sunny and vibrant, just like many years ago, and has not changed with the passage of time.

She loves no makeup, and she is born with good skin, almost no makeup, just put on light makeup on some necessary occasions.

Because of her unique elegant and indifferent temperament and easy-going personality, friends and work partners like to call her "princess without makeup", and she just smiles in the face of this title.

She was never a princess and didn't want to be a princess. She had tried her best to escape from there, just to escape the life of the "princess" and everything they had arranged for her.

It took her two years to escape the city where she had lived for more than twenty years, and then to come to this metropolis.

Today, she works for an advertising agency as a creative director. She's been in the city for five years, and she doesn't have many friends, but they're all very good-connected.

The best thing with her is that Xiang Niansheng and dyed the end of winter. Xiang Niansheng is a special editor of a well-known magazine, likes to write some character interviews, and often goes to various places to shoot materials. Sometimes, Xiang Niansheng would invite her to go to some places with him, because he knew that she would like it. A lot of her ideas come from traveling.

She and Xiang Niansheng met through an exclusive interview. At that time, Xiang Niansheng was assigned to conduct an interview about celebrities in today's advertising industry, and she chose Lian Xing at a glance among many materials.

A woman who is always without makeup has spent five years becoming a leader in the advertising industry, and her advertising philosophy is warmth and happiness. This is exactly what Xiang Niansheng likes.

So, she was fully prepared and made an appointment with Lianxing. The two fell in love and have become friends ever since. Xiang Niansheng later found out that the preparation made that time was completely useless, but that "small talk" gave her a good understanding of Lianxing. An "advertising person" who loves advertising, but also a woman with a story.

The fridge was full of yogurt, all kinds of yogurt. I'm a big fan of yogurt, and I've been in love with yogurt for a long time. I remember a long time ago, I would drink a fixed brand that suited my taste, and I loved the taste. Sour, sweet, with a subtle coolness that seems to condense in the throat, accompanied by a strong fragrance, and you can even feel that sweetness benefits the sense of smell. I give yogurt a word, naïve. Every time I drink yogurt, I feel like a little kid.

As a freelance writer, I have a lot of "bad habits", when I am not inspired, when I am in a bad mood, I drink a lot of yogurt, sometimes until my stomach hurts, and this is just one of the very small habits.

Mo Rongdong often stroked my long hair and said, Dye the end of winter, you are really a fool. His eyes are gentle, but there is also a hint of helplessness, he is always helpless to me.

Later, after meeting Lian Xing, his words became, finally there is someone more stupid than you.

The acquaintance with Lianxing is an ordinary and a little sad accident.

It was in a gallery, and I ran over to the exhibition because I liked oil paintings so much, and there happened to be works by my favorite painters in that exhibition.

I was attracted to a painting in the corner, a copy of Van Gogh, the famous "Starry Night".

A world that no one else can understand, emotions that are suppressed in the flowing stars, intense with sadness.

Van Gogh was not understood, he lost the ability to communicate with the world, there was a world that others could not accept or even see. And the painting in front of me has a touch of warmth.