until Julian came along. (Doesn't the French man have another name?)
Stopping her in the elevator may be just a curious curiosity, and she is just a kindness that doesn't want to spoil the fun. They drank, they chatted, they danced, they went to her place, humming, no escape, I thought. But before she rejected his kiss again, trying to go home with tears in her eyes like a child. So when she fell asleep on his bed, he just drank water, looked at her with a smile, and turned off the lights. That's when I really thought it was a movie worth watching.
She took him to the aquarium, looked at the penguins and said that it would be better to look at them whenever they were sad, and he said come here gently. It turns out that I am not the only one who likes to watch penguins silently. It turns out that I am not the only one who will feel inexplicably better when I see them.
But he was going back to Paris, he said run away with me, she couldn't give up everything here, she said with a wry smile that I would go to Paris. Standing on the ground in Paris, she lost her number. After frantically looking for it, she gave up, but we all know that if there is no result, there will be no such movie. So the next passenger who came up was Julian. She was nervous and cramped like a middle school student, stepped forward to say hi, and seemed to meet a colleague in the same building.
Would you stay with me for another drink?
She smiled and nodded.
But you know you gonna miss your flight.
I know.
And the lonely woman who used to cry that I'm just crazy trying to love gave a nice, determined smile.
So I thought, there is still such a person.
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