In the novel "Come Out", I let the heroine of the work, that is, the girl who was based on me, come out, but I didn't come out myself.

"Come Out" was published, and like my child, was led over by a magazine.

It wasn't until I got the sample that I finally knew what literature was. Literature is all about writing ideals. It's all about expressing your ideals. However, whether such an ideal is possible to be realized in reality, literature does not bother to ask. Literature only caresses you, but only comforts you with a kind of warmth, makes you feel warm, and makes you feel that life is full of hope. If religion is the narcotic for people, I would say that literature is the elixir for women.

Isn't it? During that time, I was like a bump in the tide, up and down, all of which were smoothed by Cheng Si, so that I couldn't get out for a long time. So, I'm going to have to write a book, and I'm going to get myself out.

I have to empty myself, I have to get this Cheng Siping out of my body, out of my sensory world, I have to let him out.

But such efforts have failed.

After all, Cheng Siping is really a master, and it is difficult for you to come out of his masterpiece of layout.

Cheng Siping understands women too well. He knows too well what women need and what women like.

Actually, if you want me to say something from my heart, if a girl doesn't meet Cheng Siping, or doesn't meet a man like Cheng Siping, she really can't be regarded as a real girl.

A girl, if she doesn't have such a pampered experience, can she still be regarded as a real and normal girl?

A man like Cheng Siping was given to a certain girl or woman by God in particular. A stunner like Cheng Siping is not something that every girl can enjoy.

He can only let a girl or a woman enjoy his passion, enjoy his technique, enjoy the process he gives you, enjoy the time he kisses you.

Whenever I see some cold girls, I feel sorry for them. They, they are girls who have never enjoyed the stunners of the world, they are the kind of people whose passion is far from being stimulated and let this passion settle, they seem to be cold and beautiful, but they lack warmth and comfort in their hearts. God's favor for them, they were not able to grasp it in time.

They have lived in vain.

Really, she was blinded by her great youth.

Cheng Siping, this guy, can actually be said to be a stunner created by God and given to women.

There were also Wong Kar-wai with him that day, a Cheng Siping, and a Wong Kar-wai, and they teamed up to calculate me.

On that day, the Happy Blue Ocean Cinema screened "In the Mood for Love", which he and I both liked very much. The director is Wong Kar-wai.

You see, he brought me to In the Mood for Love that day.

I finally understood, a Wong Kar-wai and a Cheng Siping, they teamed up once and finished playing me.

Look at it, Cheng Siping, this kid seems to have colluded with Wong Kar-wai once, and the two of them, together, cheated me. You see, they, the elegance of the baroque music that makes "Yumeji's Theme", constantly linger around me, float over, swing past. That unique sentimentality made me feel like I had fallen into a sea all of a sudden, and I couldn't surface. As soon as I tried to poke my head out, Wong Kar-wai used an elegant spray to knock me below the surface of the sea. I had just tried to take a deep breath under the ocean when he struck me with heavy metal, dragging me out of the ocean and slamming me into the rising waves. And the other guy is Cheng Siping, he is in such an elegant melody, he pressed me into the underwater undercurrent again and again, he used his unique technique, again and again to go deep and simple, again and again left and right, again and again to launch a violent impact, like the tide, one moment to swallow me, another moment to spit me out.

Where is this breakup ritual?

What kind of breakup ceremony is this?

This is clearly a conspiracy, a cooperation between conspiracy and love, and an ambush war.

I'm broken.

Wong Kar-wai, Cheng Siping, they mobilized the strength of almost a legion, surrounded me alone, and only surrounded me in the center. No matter how much I rush left and right, I can't break through.

I don't want to live anymore. How can you live these days? How else can you do this? Tell me, what can a poor girl do in the face of the combat effectiveness of a legion? It's really called the heavens and the earth.

I designed a perfect love breakup ceremony, and it was disrupted by these two guys, who messed up this grand and beautiful ceremony.

I once firmly decided that after this day, there would be no more Cheng Siping.

However, now it seems that there will be no Cheng Siping after this day, it is just wishful thinking.

Even if there is no Cheng Siping, the shadow of Cheng Siping, you will never be able to escape anymore. No, it's that I can't escape anymore. This villain, this villain, how can you escape?

I confess, that day, I burst into tears. I was so happy that I cried. "In the Mood for Love" chattered endlessly, talking about Zhou Muyun and Su Lizhen's In the Mood for Love, Cheng Sipingli, and also in the melody of the baroque music of "Yumeji's Theme", not only endlessly, but also like in the past, holding his royal flag, waving his scepter, charging into battle, stepping on the battalion, whistling for a while, whistling past for a while.

Where can I still carry it? Where can I still eat? I don't want myself anymore, I threw myself out, and I gave myself to these two dogs, one of them is called Wong Kar-wai and the other is called Cheng Siping.

I have to admit that at this point, I have to admit that love is actually a war, a war without a winner or a loser, a war in which both sides are all going all out but in the end both are winners and losers.

I threw in the towel. I've raised the white flag.

I didn't lose on the battlefield of love, I lost to an iron law, a rule: if there is no passion blooming, what do you want love to do? If there is no passion blooming in love, what kind of love can this be?

That said, I still won.

Even if it's a breakup, I have to have this kind of passion blooming.

You are ruthless, you two bastards, one is called Wong Kar-wai and the other is Cheng Siping, I admit it, I recognize you. You are ruthless!

It's a man.

Men are ruthless masters. You can see it, right? If you are not a ruthless master, how can you be a man?

I've got to make you think I'm ruthless too. At least, I won.

But I think I beat Maggie Cheung, and Cheng Siping beat Tony Leung.

On the screen, Wong Kar-wai mobilized Tony Leung and Maggie Cheung, two people who are almost known all over the world, one is a successful man and the other is a successful woman, they are incarnated as Zhou Muyun and Su Lizhen, falling in love with small actions, and falling in love with their eyes.

Frankly, I don't like the way they fall in love. Where is this what is in love?

Where are they so fierce and agitated as me and Siping?

What are they doing? We didn't have the heart to care about it anymore. Later, Zhou Muyun found out that his wife and Mr. Chen had a leg, which was originally a very appetizing emotional drama, and we didn't ask about it. We just rely on their low-pitched music that is like a complaint and a cry, lingering, entangled, and reeling in our flowery years.

Yes, in our Fantasia, we are surfing love, and we live up to love and time.

We've been in a stalemate, we've been in a standoff. One of us is fighting and rushing, and the other is stubbornly resisting; One is dodging, the other is desperately pursuing. Yes, we are both devouring each other, and we both feel that we don't really own each other yet, so we desperately organize our forces and start a new round of attacks.

For a moment, we felt that heaven and earth could not be separated for a moment. Then, suddenly, we feel that this hatred lasts forever.

Evil, I want to love you for a long time.

Lang Jun, in heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth I wish to be a branch.

Lover, as soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world.

Where to send the lovesickness, draw a circle. The words are outside the circle, and the heart is in the circle. The single lap is me, and the double lap is you. You have me in your heart, and I have you in my heart. The moon is full and missing, and the moon is missing and round. I add a circle closely, and you know my meaning closely. There are also countless lovesicknesses, which will be drawn all the way to the end......

Suddenly, my heart flooded with these love poems that have touched me countless times. Listen, Jia Baoyu is singing, and I am also singing:

Endless lovesickness, blood and tears throw red beans

The spring willows and spring flowers are full of paintings

Sleep unsteadily, screen windows, wind and rain after dusk

I can't forget the new sorrow and the old sorrow

I couldn't swallow the jade grains, and the golden waves choked on my throat

I can't see the flowers in the mirror

The brow that can't be opened is even more leaky by the unknown

Yes......

It seems that the green mountains that can't be covered are faint

The green water flows continuously......

and Bai Juyi, this bad old man, told all the concubines. Listen to him whisper: By asking the river tide and the sea, how is it like the love of a gentleman and the heart of a concubine? Hate each other is not as good as the tide and have faith, and lovesickness begins to feel that the sea is not deep.

This is love. This is the proper meaning of love.

If you have love, you have to speak up.

If it's love, you have to be bold enough to do it.

Like Tony Leung and Maggie Cheung, is this nothing?

For men and girls who are wandering in the world of love, they should be like me and Cheng Siping, every step is thrilling, and every step to the distance is haunting dreams.

Look, we have a tacit understanding, we kiss each other, we snuggle up to each other, we're trying to stretch out this time, no, we're trying to stop time in our love world.

Later, we all burst into tears. Our tears flowed into our own mouths and into each other's mouths.

So, we don't want anything else anymore.

It wasn't until our love affair came to an end that we realized that we were in love with a parting ceremony. We're breaking up, we're staging our breakup drama, we're executing our breakup ceremony.

When Zhou Muyun told his inner secrets in Angkor Wat in Cambodia, I really wanted to cry out loud: Cheng Siping and I, my first love, are destined to be closed in a tree hole by me.

However, I was the hallucination: he was not leaving, he was still in my emotional world, and the tide of my emotions was still surging......

His hand, as warm as ever, with a slight damp sweat, seemed to penetrate me, through my hair, and the other hand grabbed and held mine......

I know that I really like him like this, I like to be penetrated, grasped, and controlled by him like this, like a small boat, and I like to be controlled and controlled by a boatman like him......