Shang Shan somehow escaped from the hotel, she stumbled open the door, the lights outside the room were scorching, she was in rags, passers-by bumped into a lot of inquiring eyes, she couldn't take care of it, she just wanted to escape, fled far away, as if that place was a huge black rumbling hole, she couldn't get rid of it, there was only one voice in her head: let go of me...... Let me go......

The night is not yet deep, the white sky of the fish belly is gradually dyed with a thin layer of crimson, like the juice of the rose imprisoned in the chest of the night, the whole Shanghai is brilliantly lit, in her eyes there is only a dazzling light and shadow, there is a wind blowing in, there is moisture left, her hands are tightly wrapped around herself, the steps under her feet are getting faster and faster.

Yet, even on a summer night, she still felt cold.

It wasn't until the warm shower water enveloped her that she gasped, and her eyes were already wet, allowing the rapid water to flow across her face and spread throughout her body.

Her brain was full of wontons, but the sound of the cracked brocade kept piercing her ears, and the woman roared, and the extremely painful expression could not shock the man who did whatever she wanted on her.

On another dark night, those fragmented memories, the emergence of wandering flowers, shouts and cries, if near or far, countless pictures overlapped, and finally exploded in her mind.

She hugged her naked/naked body in horror and slid down in embarrassment.

The sound of the water stopped, and only the soft sound of ticking was heard, like Jiangnan after the rain, and the small splashes of water dripping under the corrugated eaves.

The owner of the house shrunk under the floor-to-ceiling window, she was not wearing clothes, only a pure white bath towel, half-covering her ice and jade, the woman was sticking to the glass, listening to the traffic under her feet, a window, the Oriental Pearl towered into the clouds, like a pile of crystals, dazzling, the scenery on both sides of the Pujiang River is unlimited,

And her figure is embedded in that drunken neon, like a Doyleffen-style lens, wandering and hopeless,

It was only this moment that gradually calmed her heart, and she didn't know how long she watched it, until her eyes were lost in the green light, until the mobile phone rang and kept provoking, singing an old love song alone.

"Open the windows to let the loneliness breathe.

This room is so airtight.

The cheers were still in the air.

Gorgeous as empty.

I gradually lost consciousness.

It's a kind of self-avoidance. ”

Unconsciously, listening to it, she burst into tears, and she no longer knew what bitterness was?!

The bell whimpered a few times and rose bravely, impatiently venting, she finally took it: "Hey! The wetness brushed the corners of his eyes and returned to calm.

"You're the only one left for tonight's show." The other end of the phone said a bad word: "What time do you see what time it is?" Want to smash the night field? ”

The woman didn't show much on her face, looked at the clock on the wall, and said, "I know." ”

"What do you know?"

"I'll go right over."

Rush rush back to your thoughts.

On Huaihai Road, the lights are bright.

If Nanjing Road is a symbol of Shanghai's commerce, Huaihai Road has another tone and unique atmosphere.

There are many modern buildings, fashionable and famous products, and follow the world trend.

The century-old Huaihai Road, which is famous for its elegance and romance, is a shopping paradise in the eyes of everyone.

Shang Shan wore a solid color dress, like a gardenia in early summer, not stained with dust, and she shuttled through the crowd until she arrived at the crowded changing room.

Sister Lili saw her coming, her mouth was indispensable for a vicious scolding, Shang Shan turned a deaf ear, turned her back to her, took off her clothes, and put on a little black dress, Sister Lili was tired of scolding alone, but she also closed her mouth with interest, who doesn't know that this girl is good-looking, but her temperament is cold, no matter how angry you are at the moment, she is still deaf and dumb, deaf and deaf.

Fortunately, she came in a hurry, and she didn't spoil the scene tonight, so Sister Lili gave up.

Shang Shan was well dressed, and she looked back at the woman in the mirror in a daze, and there was a string of purple kiss marks on her neck, which reminded her of everything she had experienced tonight, so shocking.

The woman only took the painted box from her bag, and painted the kiss mark on a thin layer of clouds, and she was skillful in her hands, and for a moment the paint on her neck and neck matched her little black dress.

The live-action window show on Huaihai Road is really eye-catching, and in the eyes of outsiders, they are just a group of wild models trying to survive, but in Shang Shan's eyes, everything comes from art.

The extreme black culture and neurotic makeup, eccentric and alternative, both dark and depressing, collided with a heavy 'gothic style', which attracted a lot of onlookers.

She is rebellious and lonely in the spotlight, with her unique cat-eye eyeliner, scarlet lips, and messy hair, full of evil and temptation, dark and charming.

There are more and more onlookers, just a window away, she is like a commodity displayed in the window, for people to enjoy, Shang Shan's face does not have any look, she just knows that after an hour, she can get a considerable 'income'.

Sister Lili gave her a sum of money as agreed, and Shang Shan didn't take a second look at it, and transferred tonight's 'loot' to a certain account.