Flying up to a window at random and peeking on what the people were doing inside, the situation in the dream was very exciting and pleasant, and I am still very excited in retrospect.

If she could really turn into an elf at this moment, then which person's window would she most like to fly to?

Suddenly, the diving bird magically disappeared.

Butterfly thought he would at least call himself and say something, but no, after that night, he didn't even have a phone call.

Butterflies always look through WeChat, but there is little trace of him on it. He was clearly deliberately trying to avoid it. There is no doubt that he avoided her.

The butterfly suddenly became angry.

She also had a vague feeling that things might be tricky, more difficult than she had imagined.

This thought made the butterfly even more hesitant and helpless. She didn't want to take the initiative to find him, so that she seemed to be really like his mother thought, and the older woman yelled at her to marry herself.

It is an insult to oneself. Naturally, she didn't want to think about his mother's eyes, which was not only insulting, but also obscene, so the courage of that idea was lost.

The butterfly appeared at Zhuang Yousheng's exhibition the next day, looking tired and sluggish, and the wind was shaky.

Zhuang Yousheng's exhibition was held on a culturally rich road, and the whole street was almost entirely full of galleries, and one of the largest galleries was opened by a Hong Kong man, who is said to be a wealthy businessman.

Kuotai is usually more idle, but not too idle, always have to do something to pass the daily wealth, but not in vain to waste the time of life, doing something artistic is naturally the best choice.

First, you can pass the time, make friends, and make some new friends through this special social platform. Occasionally engaging in a little scandal really helps to enhance your youthful vitality and even social freshness.

As a figure of concern in society, if you really don't step out of the door, you will gradually be shrouded in the dust of life, like an original gorgeous robe, gradually losing its color, losing its luster, and slowly withering and being abandoned into the iron door of the basement. Then I sadly realized that I was really outdated.

Batches of fresh flesh leap and go, coveting the place that has taken you away.

Second, this is also a decent job, not that Kuotai is an idle woman, and she is reduced to a family idler, which is naturally a metaphor for the lack of a certain social status.

If a person loses his social status, he obviously loses his own value, which is a very boring thing and a very dangerous thing.

Because youth usually can't be preserved, but your own value will always be your beautiful wealth in the eyes of men.

You can confidently sit down with life and discuss the chips face to face. These chips can sustain you as a weight for the renewal of Kota Life.

Life is a scale, and both sides must maintain a certain degree of stability. Your value and your life must be in a state of balance, and if you miss either side, your life will be tilted.

You fall, or do you fall, or do you fall.

Moreover, women who can usually become wealthy people are a woman with a wide family, and their own history is a little glamorous.

It is said that this Kota was originally a top student, and he has won many awards from foreign universities, and he is a legendary figure.

Now I like painting, I have set up this art gallery, and regularly hold some art exhibitions with great taste and style, giving those painters a small universe to show themselves, and also painting their lives with some mottled light and dark colors, so that their lives look more colorful.

She would come once in a while to see an exhibition and see her gallery. The investment is not much, and it doesn't matter if there is a return, of course, why not do it if there is a return? The key is to enjoy life and expand horizons. Not to mention that people who read books don't have artistic thinking.

Her behavior gave many paparazzi a crackling slap. Hit neatly.

This exhibition of Zhuang Yousheng's paintings was held in this gallery.

The gallery is called "No One World". The luxury cars in front of the door are clouds, the beautiful people are swaying, the incense ring is foggy, the elegant language is noisy, and the atmosphere is very literary.

In that kind of crepe occasion, you will unconsciously dare not gasp, for fear that people will be aware of your vulgarity. If you accidentally fart, you can simply find a crack in the ground and get into it directly.

The butterfly also stood at the doorway and watched for a while.

Today is really Yake Yingmen, and there is no white ding. The beauty shadow came in pairs, belatedly coming, smiling, spitting pearls and jade, and it was really a different world.

The butterfly pondered the name of this "no other world".

On the other side of the mountain, there is no world. The scene in front of me is obviously this side of the road, and there is no other world. Because the gallery opposite the door seemed to be very clean, it was clean, and the girl who watched the door simply stood at the door and watched the excitement.

She had forgotten the last time her gallery was so lively.

Her boss hadn't come to the gallery for a long time, but had come back and forth several times to collect rent, asking her when he would pay the rent. She guessed that the boss's reluctance to come was also to avoid debts. It's just that the boss still owes himself a few months' wages, and he doesn't know when he will pay it off.

In the crowd, the butterfly saw Zhuang Yousheng at a glance, dressed in a cut and slim suit, and the jade tree was in the wind. In the crowd, in a group of guests full of flowers, it seems to be good.

The butterfly was settled, although the soles of her feet were a little fluttery because she hadn't slept all night. However, I finally asked myself for a cup of extra strong and bitter coffee in an inconspicuous cramped café, saying that it was a unique job of the signature town store.

A man hid at the foot of the window, and with a crispy bread with nuts on the crust, he passed his lunch very casually.

Fortunately, the bitter cup of coffee really calmed the butterfly, and it was full of excitement, and the bitter heart crackled at the first sip, as if it had just been shot. Now this excitement is still at work in the body.

But I managed to let my chaotic thoughts have some clarity. So dangling to this flowery occasion, it is very satisfying.

Butterflies are in a good mood right now. Although she was in a very bad mood last night, she has never been a woman with a strong heart and a sharp horn, even if something happened yesterday that made people sad and compassionate, howling and shaking the world, as long as it was a night, the next day she still stood up alive, faced life again, raised the sails again, and laughed and scolded again.