An Yu pinched on the time for Yihan to go home and left the place before she got home. He couldn't get back to his accommodation in time, so he went straight to the airport.

The ticket was bought at one o'clock in the morning, and he had to wait here for about two or three hours, and then he had to attend the training that started at nine o'clock in the morning tomorrow morning. An Yu planned to squint on the plane for a while, he thought of Nan Yao's relieved happy smile at the end, and felt that his hard work on this trip was not in vain.

After An Yu left, Nan Yao returned to the bedroom, she glanced at the time, it was just after ten o'clock, thinking that she was not sleepy, so she went to the bookshelf to pick a book to read.

Slender fingers swiped across the neat rows of books, and after a moment of struggle, he finally pulled out a very thin and small book.

"Letter from a Strange Woman"......

There is not much content in the book, Nan Yao took more than an hour to read it, and the book had a great impact on her, so that she couldn't help but run to the desk, took out her reading notes from the drawer, and wrote down the following paragraph:

A strange woman, at the last moment of her life, full of a lifetime of infatuation, wrote a poignant and touching long letter, revealing her desperate love to a famous writer, and praising the depth and contribution of the female protagonist to the male protagonist's love. So after reading it, do you think it's normal to have such an understanding, then I'm afraid that I'm sick, because after reading this book, I just want to say one thing, the heroine is sick.

There is nothing wrong with loving someone, but the love of the heroine is too humble, humble to the point of selfishness. If there is someone who loves me like the female protagonist loves the male protagonist, then I won't be happy after I know it, but I will feel a lot of pressure. That kind of love is too heavy for me to bear.

The man she fell in love with was undoubtedly a dusty man, who would not be emotional to anyone, but he could also return to his gentle hometown, and even the eyes of the drowning man were poured out without hesitation, and in the blink of an eye, he lacked the kind that could forget who you were. Such a man, no matter how good he is, is not worth liking, and the so-called "prodigal son" is probably talking about this kind of person.

So in fact, I really admire the heroine, I like someone to such an extent, and it is no exaggeration to say that she is crazy. Many people's likes or loves are guards, but the heroine is different.

Her point of view is this: My love for you is good as long as I know, and I am willing to give up the privileged family conditions for you, just to stand downstairs and see the light on in your room every night; I am willing to lay down my flesh, my work, for that brief moment of pleasure; I am willing to work hard for your wishes, for your freedom, to give birth to children of my own, just so that I do not cause you trouble; I am willing to be someone else's mistress and sell my body for the sake of a better life for our children, just to make the environment in which our children live closer to yours; I'm willing to tell you all this, just so that you know how much I love you, and I don't hold any grudge against it.

The heroine regards great love as too sacred, I can't understand it, to be precise, I can't accept such a view of love. The relationship itself is a matter of two people, why bother to take it on yourself, and how noble and great you are to make yourself, but you are just a fool who is drowning in love.

After writing and reading it, compared with Zhang Ailing's "Love in a Fallen City" that I had seen before, Nan Yao had to sigh deeply about women's emotional dedication. She turned to the front again and read the "Love in a Fallen City" she wrote before, and the content was roughly as follows:

After the work was implemented, a big stone in my heart also fell to the ground. Occasionally, I wanted to read a few books in my spare time, only to find that I wanted to read too much, and I wanted to become a fat man in one bite, and I couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly.

As he sorted out the book, he caught a glimpse of red in the green book, and then he was stunned and laboriously pulled it out of it. After dusting off the dust, I saw the name clearly, it was Zhang Ailing's "Love in a Fallen City".

I didn't have any incense to order, no tea to drink, but I still found a place by the window. With a ray of sunset light, leave a faint halo on the bun next to your ear, and savor this unique tea.

When I first read the first article, I knew that this was the story of Hong Kong or Shanghai during the Republic of China. The difference of the times made me know little about that era, and only the books and the dictation of the elders made me think about it and linger on it.

When I watched "The First Incense", I couldn't help but feel worthless for the heroine Wei Long, she fell in love with the prodigal son Qiao Siqiao, and after weighing the pros and cons, she still sacrificed herself, such a woman is sad and pitiful. But if she thinks she is still happy, there is nothing to say, after all, everyone's life is different, and the things they want are different, and I can't impose my own ideas on others. But I know that Wei Long is not happy, her happiness is hidden in the corner, and she can't see anyone, let alone chew slowly.

"The second incense" really made me feel sad out of the realm, just because of the new wife's ignorance of "sex", Roger was infamous as a pervert and obscene, not to mention losing his job, and even worse, in terms of no reputation, it can be described as a rumor, and finally embarked on the road of suicide. At the beginning, he sympathized with Roger infinitely, and hated his wife even more. Thinking about it again, I felt that it was understandable that it was a problem with her family education, and in the end, she was just a victim, a poor person who was ignorant and ignorant.

I don't want to talk about the jasmine tablets, the Heart Sutra, the blockade, the glass tile, the golden lock, and the serial set...... are all sad little people struggling at the bottom, during which they can't avoid conceit, parents interfering in marriage, and they can't hide from feudal and old-fashioned and closed thoughts. Depressed and sick, the chest is uncomfortable, it becomes crazy, it is crazy, it is stupid, it is mean and dull, it loses its humanity, like a walking corpse. I'm afraid that I can't fall, and I have to bring others with me, and I really respond to the sentence "I have to pull a cushion when I die".

Among them, the most memorable one for me is the "Love in a Fallen City". Tassel and Fan Liuyuan finally came together because of the fall of Hong Kong, the overthrow of a metropolis, earth-shattering reform...... But Tassel did not receive that revolutionary spirit and became a revolutionary samurai, she was still just a little woman with her own little abacus. Pretentious at first, depressed in the later stages. Just like an eagle with a broken wing, he met a kind hunter, and after many entanglements and choices, the hunter finally decided to adopt it, but strengthened the birdcage, so that the other wing of the eagle also shrank day by day, and could not fly back.

Among them, Fan Liuyuan's explanation of life and death, being happy with his son, holding the hand of his son, and growing old with his son made me refreshing and shocked.

Yes, in this world, except for life and death, everything else is trivial. But there is only one matter of feelings, and the straight teaching people are broken in their hearts and intestines, and they can't do it. It's laborious to deal with, nerve-wracking, and has a splitting headache.

The so-called mountain alliance and sea oath are worthless in the face of life and death, just like a drop in the sea, and the foam on the tip of the waves is vulnerable. But turning back, love is not comparable to life and death, its vastness can also shatter the world......

As far as I am concerned, I don't know much about Zhang Ailing, but I only know that she is a giant, a strange woman standing at the pinnacle of literature.

I've only read one of her books, but this one alone made me obsessed with her, and I was determined to read the rest. Professor Xia Zhiqing is really right, in the use of intentions, in terms of life observation and profundity, it really cannot be compared with Zhang Ailing.

What I admire most about her is that she is able to write what is already vulgar and filthy stories. I don't know which is the most important thing in the style of writing or writing, in short, to paraphrase the current words, it is a clear stream in the history of sad love.

The sad and hateful people in the text are very vivid in Zhang Ailing's pen, probably the poor people must have something hateful, through her pen, I seem to be able to hear the lonely and desperate cry in the depths of the hearts of those hateful people, the voice is poignant and sad. It made me feel deeply suffocated, feeling that I couldn't breathe and couldn't swallow it, and it was blocked in my throat and uncomfortable.

Each different era has a different color of love. Modern love is wearing heavy makeup, and if you are not careful, it is easy to wear makeup, and the eyeshadow mascara is all over the face, which makes people look ridiculous and funny. Ancient love is like a woman who has just come out of the cabinet, shy and reserved, but full of curiosity and expectation. But the love during the Republic of China period was turbulent, noisy, and suffocating. The woman is starting to raise her chin from a low brow, and she is beginning to have her own unique thoughts, her own outlook on life and values, and she has shed her heavy and blocked coat, and is wearing a light tulle, spinning in the free clearing.

It's just that this vacant land is still in the reclamation stage after all, and if you are not careful, not to mention the mud that splashes all over your body, it may also be deeply embedded in the mud pit, so that you can't move, the sky should not be, and the earth is not spiritual. In the end, he had to hang his dull and empty eyes, and he disappeared in the dust in despair, unable to turn over.

However, in the final analysis, life is your own, life is your own, and the right to choose is still your own. Maybe everyone has a little bit of a difficult choice, it's just a matter of degree. When standing at a crossroads and needing to make a choice, most people will be upset, not knowing where to go, fearing that they will make mistakes and regret it for life.

As a woman, in the face of love, it is very selfish, easy to be tempted, easy to fall into it, those pathetic women want to use marriage to bind their men, ridiculous, I can't help but want to laugh at their stupidity. But on the other hand, I can deeply understand their helplessness and feel their sadness through my heart. Their stupidity is based on the helplessness of the background of the times, and under the twilight, their backs are so lonely and lonely, which makes people feel cold......

In fact, Nan Yao knew that he had already let go of the gallon, he was just a memory of his youth, what she liked was the gallon in her memory and her fantasy.

"Letter from a Strange Woman" and "Love in a Fallen City" inspired her a lot, and she thought that she might be able to write a letter to Gallen, but not send it to him at this time. It's best to send it to him after 30 years, because at that time, things are not people, everyone is old, and recalling the throbbing of youth often touches the heartstrings more.

Nanyao didn't know if her idea was reliable, but she really wanted to do it now. She remembered that she had seen a very popular bookstore called "Sky City" on Weibo, which was said to help you send letters to your future self or others.

Nan Yao wants to leave a precious record of her youth, even if the letter can't be successfully sent to Gallon's hands at that time, this letter is also a treasure for her, a precious treasure she left to herself.

Life is in a hurry, and it is also a hurry, and you have to leave something for yourself every time, even if it is just a slight trace, but at least it proves that you have worked hard to make yourself exist......