As for what Jin Yuyao on the other end of the phone said, I don't know at all, I just heard it with my ears. Until she said, "Brother, are you listening?" "I just came to my senses.

Perhaps she had repeated it many times, because the tone was noticeably heavier, unless she thought I was behind it.

"I'm sorry, I was a little confused just now, what are you talking about?" I rubbed my sour eyes heavily.

"Are you free at noon?"

I looked up at my watch and said, "Yes!" ”

"Let's have a meal together at noon, I have something to tell you."

"Good! Where is the location? ”

"Paradise Street, Zhili Western Restaurant."

"Okay."

As soon as I hung up, I dialed a number, which I had just transcribed from my dream.

Although I know that it is very small, I still can't hold back the eager heart, just like Hugo said in "Notre Dame de Paris", even if you are never religious, there are always some pious prayers.

This is also like a person who is about to drown when he sees a life-saving straw, he will always grab it, how can he rationally analyze the straw.

Luckily, the phone went through, and just listening to the voice, you knew that the person answering the phone was very elegant.

Speaking of which, our senses are really subtle, and we can always give judgments in an instant, and we can also comprehend this judgment without time difference, but it is even more difficult to declare this understanding in our mouths.

Unfortunately, they were then told, "You made a mistake." But that phone number was written on the synapses of the brain like tattoos, lingering.

I suddenly remembered the words of Mr. Li Shutong, the master of Hongyi, in "Evening Collection": "If you don't forget, there will be an echo." ”

It's just the indispensable word "must" in the sentence, which goes against my epistemology, but it also shakes my epistemology—everything is true under the premise of eternity.

Probability has also become inevitable, just sooner or later.

Today, the autumn sun is warm, with clouds and no wind.

I think the reason why Mr. Liu in the Tang Dynasty said, "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring." As soon as the cranes line the clouds in the clear sky, it will lead poetry to the blue sky. I'm afraid it's just the right time to fulfill each other!

It stands to reason that every time I encounter this time, I will inevitably stop and stare at it, brew it, and memorize two words or three words. Today is vulgar, only thinking about that meal.

What doesn't come to mind is whether it is worth remembering that there will be repercussions that are about to happen.

Suddenly I realized that maturity does give people the pleasure we dream of, but for this kind of pleasure, we lose too much fun.

This may be the most incomprehensible monotony and paranoia in the adult world!

Once again, I reminded myself to push away these nonsensical philosophical thoughts, and the excuse was, "Next time." ”

It's like the most inexhaustible thing in life is "next time". Maybe "next time" thinks the same way.

At the end of the maze road, there is a hospital in front of you, and on the right hand side is the city oxygen bar, the Rare Tree Park (which is planted with rare flowers and trees), which is also considered to be the best use.

The only way to turn left is the entrance to Paradise Street, which is always teased, "Heaven is the way to go!"

In terms of its function, Paradise Street should be called a Western food street, which seems to be more down-to-earth, but no one calls it that, perhaps because it is born noble and not grounded.

Come to think of it, those who know will not call it that, and those who don't know will not be called it.

The building is a 19th-century European style, no matter from a distance, short-sighted, the exterior wall, the inner room, all show its nobility and compelling.

No matter how much the Black Monarch tries to discredit him, it will be difficult for me to connect its creator with the mundane. It's just that it always reminds me of the Bund built by the "International Friends" in the 19th century on muddy ground.

I heard Hugo say that architecture is a form of artistic expression, but I don't understand what these so-called architectural artworks are conveying to those imitations and imitations, is it self-deprecation?

But why piggyback on us? Am I supposed to call you a scumbag? In fact, it's not me who scolds, and it's not you who is cheap, I should be sad and sad for those who are hot-blooded.

Sorry, it's too far away. I stopped before I could reach the calf, and out of curiosity, I saw Jin Yuyao standing on the side of the road with a well-dressed and elegant person.

From Jin Yuyao's facial expressions and body language, it is not difficult to guess that this is a master she doesn't want to see and has to accept.

Helping others is the foundation of happiness, and besides, she is still a woman, and she is a woman who can afford to be beautifully groomed.

I simply parked the car directly on the side of the road, and the moment I lowered my head to loosen my seat belt, I only heard "Bang!" A bang.

As I know, the two cars collided together, and what I didn't know was that there was a person between the front of the two cars, it was none other than the person Jin Yuyao didn't want to see just now.

I quickly jumped out of the car, and a dog was wagging its tail and passing by the front of my car as if nothing had happened.

I rushed across the road to the scene of the accident, only to glance at it, and found that Jin Yuyao was sitting motionless on the ground not far away, with a pair of apricot eyes as wide as copper bells, and I had no time to take care of her.

But it turned out later that she was the one who was most seriously injured. In fact, the front of the two cars did not collide in parallel, but had an angle. Under the superposition of many external factors, it is approximate on a line without looking closely.

The two legs of the injured person we thought were indeed embedded in the middle of the front of the two cars, but this was just an illusion caused by the loose suit pants.

The bigger illusion was his pale face and stiff legs, which he might have believed. But it turned out that he didn't hurt a single hair.

The sun is still warm, shining warmly on the body. The frightened faces of the two female drivers who were in close contact with the car at the scene finally leaked a smile again; Jin Yuyao's apricot eyes, which were limping, also bent into crescent moons;

There was a buzz of talking all around, like thousands of bees flapping their wings, and I couldn't tell what they were saying, but I guess I could guess.

"I really didn't expect that in the face of death, the man would push the woman away as soon as possible."

"It's okay like this, I'm afraid that man saved the earth in his last life!"

"Wow! I really don't know what virtue he accumulated in his last life. ”

"That woman is so happy!"

Of course, there should also be dialogue.

One said, "If it were us, would you push me away like the man?" ”

Another said, "Of course! I don't hesitate to ask. ”

One said, "Woe to the water!"

The other said, "Yes!"

……

Expectantly, expectantly, with a faint ringtone of a mobile phone that seemed to be a marimba, the man in the suit took out his mobile phone.

There is no doubt that the audience was shocked; The two female drivers were lucky; Men in suits are lucky; Jin Yuyao is happy.

After so much foreshadowing, I just want to say something that is incompatible with this situation: in fact, I should be the one who is in charge of good luck.