Two years. Love affair is getting flat day by day, love is no longer a vow in the mouth, love no longer has an ignorant heartbeat. Time grinds down passion. People also tried to escape.
When a woman does her best to love someone, self becomes a matter of the last life. In ancient times, women were the ones who pleased themselves, but in this world they still exist as love madness. A woman is always a careful animal. Looking at each other for a moment, you can tell from your eyes whether the love is the same as before; as soon as you shake hands, you can know whether there is any abnormal thoughts in your mind.
She was mad, and in order to gain love for a long time, she did not hesitate to endure the pain to change her face. The pain of skin-cutting disappears in half a year, but how long does the loss in the heart need to be healed?
Throwing away the photos, changing the apartment, changing his face, after half a year, Shixi became Sixi.
Don’t forget the old love, it’s hard to refuse the new love. After the pain is over, where is Zhiyu going to be greedy for a while?
The seaside is the same, the sculpture is the same, the same men and women, similar group photos, do you have the same love?
If love is the union of spirit and flesh. Why is the role of face so important in the film? It turned out that the face changed, the mood changed; the phase changed, did the emotion change?
Why does her face change, so she abandons everything once? Old photos and old numbers.
Why does the face change so that he can't recognize the familiar voice, hands, and body?
Love is desperate in the end. She cares about who he loves, she who has been with her for two years, or she who seems to have known each other now. She was helpless to him who was sleeping, only a slap in the face could convey the anxiety and doubts in her heart. She compares herself with herself six months ago, self-jealous and contradictory. No matter which one he likes, the other always gritted his teeth in pain. Such and such, schizophrenia.
So far, I think about the red roses and white roses in Zhang Ailing’s writings: maybe every man has two women like this, at least two, married red roses, and over time, the red ones have become a smear of mosquito blood on the wall. The white one is still "the moonlight in front of the bed"; when you marry a white rose, the white one is a grain of rice sticky on your clothes, but the red one is a cinnabar mole on your heart.
Two faces in a relationship. A face and a destiny.
Whether time can save everything, whether time explains everything, whether time recognizes change, and whether time promises forever.
If you can't face it, go back to the place where you had the first plastic surgery, change your mindset, and blend in with the bustling crowd.
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