because there is James Bond, the toughest guy and tenderness, and
Vesper, the most glamorous Bond girl
.
Every man wants to be 007, and
every woman wants to be 007's favorite Vesper ,
who can save the world, or wander around the world
with you. Is that you? James Bond
was so immersed in the plot that he couldn't come out, so he said he created a spiritual monologue before vesper and James Bond met on the train. It's not a plot, it's my personal version of Vesper. Share with everyone.
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Tonight's rain is a bit cold and heavy, and the beige plaid windbreaker wraps me up 's calf, but couldn't wrap his heart. What about the Burberry trench coat, no matter how heavy it is, it can't bear the hurt of the heart. Caressing the Algerian Acacia knot hanging on his chest, the memory is like a tornado that hits fast, making people breathless.
In the crowded Central Station, there is a pale face under the low brim of the hat. Helpless, why can't the task always be completed? Is it the way back this time? Is there a story behind everyone in the station waiting room? And is the audience also the actors themselves? I picked up my black briefcase and walked to gate 007 of the Royal train. The conductor greeted me attentively. He was used to these false greetings. It seemed that the superiors had already informed them of my identity. And he, James Bond, just had to wait patiently for his money to come.
Putting down my luggage, I received a scribbled note: "Come and drink a martini at the dining car, your bank." A wry smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, but I didn't expect that the killer would also play word games. I got up and straightened my wrinkled skirt, walked to the dining car, thump, thump, thump, high heels rhythmically roaming the world like a queen, but my heart also danced thump, thump, thump. I haven't had a drink yet, but I already feel slightly drunk. Could it be that the words touched by my fingertips cast magic on myself?
No, calm down, complete this Casino Royale mission, and he will be saved, and I will no longer be bound by the dusty man. He took a deep breath and walked into the bathroom. The face in the mirror was unfamiliar and very familiar. His eyebrows were raised, the corners of his mouth were raised, and a white mist appeared in his light green eyes. Gently brushing the hair, it must not be messy; the dark eyebrows must be straight to the heart; finally, the thick lips must be tight-lipped.
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