In the evening, go to the playground to play ball. The new shoe-worn law. Walk back slowly, take a shower, and lie in bed listening to film clips. Those pompous translations.
In the quiet night, I heard them talking quickly to each other. For example, in the late March of a certain year, in a foreign literature elective lecture, that, aha, also a law student, said: "My only character is to love you too much." This law student was not born in the French Revolution. era.
She called him, science student, ice hockey star. She studies music. She wants to go to Paris.
And another she, in the streets of Paris, street fighting, death, unreliable lover. The mother had long since died, and Jean Valjean took her to wander about.
Oh, how interesting. History has always strung together various fragments of the past in various ways.
Dusty weather. Zhongguancun Street. Go back from P to J again. Did we really fly that far? Or just draw a circle and go back to the starting point? My graduation season is here again. I am afraid that July is no longer a summer vacation, but a time to leave P University forever. Eight years ago, people who were desperately clenching their teeth and wanting to come here finally have to leave. Nothing is left.
We are all law students. Xiao Nuo, the utopian on the streets of Paris, and the useless guy in this play. We are all tied up in this sinking ship. We don’t know how to cherish the woman who loves us around us, we only know how to cherish our self-righteous anger and mania. The women who bloomed for you, like fireworks, die too soon, you know the road of life, if you don't share with them, it's just stinky shit.
So I got up in the middle of the night, touched my phone, saw Fen Mi's name, and then went to sleep with peace of mind.
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