She had inexplicable expectations for the world, the label "Because I am so naive, this world should treat me well" silently hung over her head. She relied on it. From a pair of red leather shoes, she felt the kindness and magic of the magician, so she left her past life and resolutely hid under the wings of others to see the world; her vanity, the luxurious coat in the window, and the beautiful high heels are all hers Longing for an urban identity; she is empty, her life is only to go shopping, sweeping and cooking.
Oh what? How can I turn a blind eye to the kindness of the heroine? It is true that Kindness is an innocent friend. She is not unkind to other strangers in the hotel, and she has no intention of saving a guest who wants to commit suicide with good food. But is she not naive and cruel to the magician. If it weren’t for her insatiable desire for that coat, skirt, and high heels, the magician would not have to run around on night shifts to make money, would not be stunned and blamed, and would not have a vision of joy and wonder with his own hands against his will. Art belittled into a tacky marketing tool.
Well, I shouldn’t require every girl to have an independent life goal, but I can’t appreciate and agree with a so-called innocent girl from the embrace of a man (the role of a father) to another man (the lover) Role) embrace. What about her ego? What about her pursuit? Is it that she is satisfied with her subordinate role and obeys those shallow desires, as long as she has coats, leather shoes and pearl necklaces given by others?
Whether there is a magician in the world does not seem to cause her too much trouble, it is nothing more than a loss of life security, so just carry the box and rush to the next job.
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