[Written to Youth]

In the moonlight, in the twilight, between the streams, in the snow and mist.

Those illusions of light and shadow and blue time.

Gone with the wind.

In the green hills, the breeze of the bamboo forest, the small station in the square, and the city alley.

Look at the river.

And I, just to find the beauty that has passed.

[This book is dedicated to those beautiful youth and an unforgettable love that have passed away like flowers]

The jet-black pistol was aimed at my forehead, and the bullet was loaded.

The warhead flashed with a deadly yellow light, emitting wisps of green smoke flying out, piercing the cold air, drawing a brilliant light, in the instant-frozen time and space, piercing Ran Jing and biting Meng Xing, but it stopped abruptly in front of me.

The smell of gunpowder filled the air. Meng Xing held the gun in both hands, fired rapidly, and the bullet casings landed with a crisp sound.

The cold-faced men in black were shot one after another, and the huge impact shook their bodies.

Meng Xing's police officer's uniform was stained red with blood, and the logo on his hat was shining. She tried to turn her head and smile at me, but a whistling bullet shattered everything.

At this point, I would wake up sweating profusely. It was a real and terrible dream, and it stubbornly haunted me, refusing to leave my sleep.

When I woke up from the dream again, it was a clear midnight, the moonlight outside the window was filled, and the wind was gently blowing on my face.

At that moment, I was immersed in memories from many years ago. If I could turn back time, I would rather give up my love than let the people I love suffer any harm......

At that time, I was young and fresh out of school.

In an old-fashioned apartment in the capital, the hallway is always filled with the tapping of slippers and the creaking of a poorly closed door.

I live here, and the only enjoyment in the house is the old wooden bed, which makes a sound about to collapse every time I get intimate with my girlfriend. Finally, at the last moment of passion, it could not bear it and collapsed with a bang, and for this frightened the landlord who was eavesdropping outside the door. The loud sound of the bed collapsing caused him to have a heart attack and he was hospitalized for two months. But I strongly suspect that the real cause of his heart attack was hearing his girlfriend's subdued ecstasy moan.

So, when a real estate company advertised "when can you get away from the landlord's peeping eyes and his preoccupied dog," I was in a melancholy mood.

My name is Xia Yu, graduated from the Department of Journalism of a university in Beijing, and I have tried every means to enter CCTV, be the second Bai Yansong, crisscross the world, and dominate the media industry. When I saw thousands of people competing for an editorial position on CCTV, and the internal rules were exposed, the dream was completely shattered.

Until one day, I met the bald editor-in-chief of an entertainment newspaper, and he promised to realize my dream of going international and becoming famous in the world, and I followed him excitedly.

When I entered the newspaper, I found that the so-called "going international" was to fabricate and peep into the lives of celebrities every day, add fuel to the fire, and distort the facts.

There are only two valuable memories of the "paparazzi" career, one is when she followed an actress to the villa, was bitten by a Tibetan mastiff, and fled in embarrassment. Another time was chased by a popular male star, from Guomao to Xidan, from Xidan to the Bird's Nest, the actor begged to change his scolding A actress for being raised by a dog to A actress in the report, and the A actress is very educated. If I say yes, I will receive a big red envelope.

I seriously refused: how can a "journalist" "take bribes"?

He said with a smile: "Isn't news just entertainment? Why take it so seriously, who doesn't know that this is the age of entertainment. ”

Seeing that I was recognized, I had no choice but to ask him about the thickness of the red envelope, and the star assistant stretched out five fingers.

feels that if he doesn't accept it, the actor is likely to take drugs because of too much money and stage a "prison scene". Based on a strong sense of social responsibility, I had to accept it with shame.

Of course, the report was changed, and a sentence was added: The actor was born in a scholarly family, never scolds, and is still mixed-race. Later, when I saw him on TV, I was surprised to find that his nose had really become European and American.

Life is like a cave man on the top of the mountain, squeezed into cakes on the bus every day, and performing a veneer dance in the subway; When the credit card is maxed out, I will look for similarities between myself and Robin Li, Ma Yun, and Pan Shiyi; Fantasy one day suddenly mutates, becomes superman, opens a bank, wears famous brands, lives in a villa, is accompanied by beautiful women and handsome guys, and there is a dog named Kara who flows with a hara.

I don't want to go back to my hometown when I die old, but my dream is bitter and bitter.

There are always people who ask you how much you earn per month, what position you have, and whether you have a house. But few people care: How are you doing now? Happy?

On Valentine's Day, I hurried to the International Trade Center with a beautifully packaged bottle of expensive Lafite and a large bouquet of "Blue Enchantresses" called Caesar's Kiss.

In addition to the expensive price, the most charming thing about "Blue Enchantress" is the blue halo that emanates from the bones, which is enchanting and fragrant, and the petals are extremely shiny, like the skin of a girlfriend who wakes up at seven or eight o'clock every morning.

While crossing the overpass, I fiddled with the "Blue Enchantress" and called my girlfriend. She never answered.

On the eve of Valentine's Day, we just had a conflict.

That night, I came to my girlfriend's rented apartment early to wait for her to get off work, wanting to surprise her.

As soon as he was lurking, the door of his girlfriend's room suddenly opened. I was startled and scrambled around the corner. A dark shadow hugged her out of the house, the two stood at the door reluctantly, lingering and sympathetic, his girlfriend's collar was wide open, and the white light on her chest flashed, as if she was shaking the running basketball.

Through the dim light, it is found that the black shadow is his girlfriend's boss, a fat American who is shrouded in the smell of a huge fox all day long.

My girlfriend works in a foreign-funded company ranked among the world's top ten advertising groups, I often pick her up from work, and I have seen this old beauty who pretends to be of aristocratic blood all day long, he has a big belly, and he is dangling around the company, like a bloated hippopotamus, and I call him a ghost behind my back.

My girlfriend had strongly protested that I had tarnished her boss.

A man's instinct tells me that the ghost guy is interesting to his girlfriend. Once I went to their company, I found that the ghost guy was touching his girlfriend's hair, with a bad smile when he hooked up with the girl next door, and my girlfriend's attitude was to hold the pipa and half cover her face, with a graceful expression, glancing at the fox stinky ghost guy, and whispering "hate"!

My heart tightened, and when I first fell in love, when my girlfriend pretended to be shy and said "hateful", she pulled my hand into her unfathomable career line.

In the dark, the smell of ghosts and foxes hit his nose, but his girlfriend was enjoying it calmly. She usually screams and rushes out when she smells my feet, and it wasn't until I "clean myself" that she came back in shock, and she actually abolished her cleanliness in front of foreigners.

The fat hands of the ghost guy galloped and searched for his girlfriend, the focus was on a pair of basketballs and ass, and I was gritting my teeth to restrain myself.

The girlfriend reluctantly pushed the Yankee away after a while, my legs had changed from silent to vibrating, and the ghost guy began to make a taste speech in broken Chinese, to the effect that my girlfriend was great, white, and tender.

After the Yankees finished talking, they swallowed their saliva and kissed their girlfriends on the forehead, like a bomb dropped by the Americans on Hiroshima, and a loud bang smashed into my heart.

The ghost guy disappeared with a kiss, and his girlfriend turned around and went back to the room.

In the meantime, I told myself countless times that what was in front of me was not true, and the plot would definitely be reversed.

After experiencing great ups and downs in my heart, I held back my sadness and knocked on the door. The girlfriend's expression was surprised when she opened the door, and her freshly lingering face was so moving.

She glanced behind me and made sure the fox was out of range of my effective strike and asked, "Why are you here?" ”

After asking, he felt that it was inappropriate, so he quickly squeezed out a smile and wrapped his arm around my neck.

"Kiss ......" she coquettishly.

A smell of alcohol came all over the world.

I grabbed her cold little hand and shoved her away, their eyes quickly tangled.

She squinted her eyes slightly upwards and stared at me innocently at an angle of 45 degrees, and arranged her underwear with her hands, her face was still ambiguous after warmth, and she was as helpless as those children lost on the street in the cold night, which made me both sad and helpless.

My heart ached, and I only spit out a few words: "You...... Face ...... There is something. ”

There are shiny lip marks on her cheeks, indicating that foreigners use lipstick. She dodged me, turned around and muttered as she pulled out her makeup bag, looking like she was in danger.

I told myself to calm down and whispered, "Isn't it time for me to come back?" ”

The girlfriend was stunned, her cheeks were shaking slightly, and she still looked confident, ready to admit it, and stubbornly resisted to the end.

"What did you say?" She whispered in response.

His girlfriend once attended a crash course in acting at film school, and often practiced Lady Gaga's ostrich steps and Monroe's expressions at home, dreaming of breaking into the film and television industry and escaping the sea of mortal suffering. Her acting skills hurt my self-esteem severely.

"Where did this fox stink come from?" I couldn't help but cover my nose and remind her.

As soon as she let go of her hand, her makeup bag fell to the ground, making a muffled sound, the voice-activated lights in the corridor flickered on and off, and the air was filled with fox odor, which made people sick.

She finally understood that I had discovered the source of the fox odor and said, "This is the first time." ”

"Once? Is there a difference between once and ten! ”

"There is a difference! There are nine in between! She turned to go downstairs when I grabbed her. This is a knee-jerk action, and I am not willing to end the war of rape like this.

In fact, I understand that as long as I relax my attitude, my girlfriend can make up a set of company parties, I accidentally drink too much, vomit all the time, wheezing, the boss enthusiastically sent her back to the boudoir, did a few hours of human massage for her, and occasionally kissed her forehead, at most showed the messy chest hair and sagging pectoral muscles, and when I was deeply moved and wanted to express my gratitude to the Yankees on behalf of the nation, my girlfriend could make a slight grievance, tearful eyes, body convulsions, and throw herself into my arms.

But I just grabbed her and couldn't say anything, and there was a cough from a strange man upstairs.

My girlfriend waited for a long time, and when she saw that I didn't have any lines, she gently withdrew her arm, sighed and said, "Who can control who in this world?" ”

"Get out!" I couldn't control my anger anymore and kicked my makeup bag off the floor.

I don't know who invented the word "roll", concise, clear, and not muddy. One word is all-encompassing - hatred, anger, sadness, contempt. But this word usually doesn't work, and when you ask a person to roll, that person often doesn't go in circles, but walks with their feet, indicating that no one has ever really understood what it means.

After this "roll", the girlfriend ran away obediently, and did not forget to take away her most valuable tablet and LV copycat handbag full of various cards before leaving.

I stood in the dark hallway, and my heart ached greatly—maybe a good marriage was about to end.

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