To be honest, he looks quite attractive. Clear green eyes that can drip water, a high nose, soft lips, scattered black hair covering his forehead and eyes, coupled with his identity as a motorcyclist, wild and innocent temperament, it is difficult not to make women tempted.
So he succeeded in abduction in five minutes, praised and kissed the girl's face in five minutes, and threw her on the side of the road in another five minutes.
...I really want to slap his ears when I see this.
The footage continues tirelessly galloping down the road. In the morning, the sky is gray, the lanterns are charming, and the trivialities of a person are all over the place.
Then there are the memories of no measure and no restraint.
He couldn't stop thinking about Daisy, the girl he loved. It turned out that his various bad behaviors were to forget her, or to recall her. Time and again, the wrath of the sky and the calamity of Chiyu's self-abuse.
Then he saw a prostitute, with a beautiful face, plump and healthy limbs, and eyes like honey. The key is her pendant - Rose, a flower as beautiful as Daisy.
He made another turn, hesitantly inviting the prostitute into the car, but in the end he politely asked her to get off without doing anything. pay.
All kinds of grinding roads finally came to an end, and he came to the house where he once lived with Daisy. Nobody is there.
Daisy suddenly appeared after returning to the hotel.
Only then did he know that Daisy had already died, and one of the reasons for his death might be that he fled in a hurry, thus losing the chance to save her.
When I saw this, I suddenly realized. So...that's what happened!
His slenderness and sensitivity, his sentimentality and sadness, his many tears out of control, he teasing the animals in his pets without intention, his face that seems to never lose sleep, he keeps encountering women and forgetting them, he babbles and intermittently Talking... There is only one reason for all the reasons, the person he loves will never come back.
He selectively forgets the most crucial plot, but still can't change this fact.
So he is more like a delicate flower than a brokenhearted woman. The petals are delicate and the stems and leaves are thin. The dew was all over it, and it was blown away by the wind.
It's easier to get frustrated than a woman, pull out the soil, and immediately weather and die.
You can hate him and despise him, but you can't deny:
——How beautiful the flowers are under the swaying wind.
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2005.3.10
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