At that time she still had short hair and wore clothes that looked outdated now, a short T-shirt, and a long ankle-length cloth skirt. Very handsome and young face. I have cut such short and neat hair before, but in my impression, the face is bloated, and there is no refreshing and lively like her.
The two stories are connected by a woman named MAY who has never appeared in front of the camera. In the previous story, Brigitte Lin's plain face shuttled through the chaotic and fast-paced crowd, which once made me not in the mood to continue. The good-looking Takeshi Kaneshiro read his lines over and over again, repeating the woman who made him sad and the twenty cans of pineapples that were about to expire.
The first woman who comes in now, go and like her. Many people have done this kind of thing.
He was chattering around her. Finally, spend the night in the room in harmony. When she was leaving, this attentive man took off her high heels for her, and used the tie on her body to wipe off the dust brought by her running, being careful and devout. Surprisingly. He leaves and she wakes up.
It was his birthday that day. When he thought that the CALL machine would never sound, the woman who met by chance gave him his blessing. On May 1, the woman in room 702, I wish you a happy birthday.
Because of this, he said, he would never forget her.
Yesterday was his birthday. I thought long ago how to say it. Happy birthday is the palest and most mediocre. If it is unfortunately drowned in the voice of a group of people, it will be even more worthless. The page was opened, written and deleted, and finally, it was still whistling flatly, between the lines that no one would understand.
The second story makes me happy.
The Hong Kong police may have become a very representative figure. The role of Liu in The True Story of Ah Fei, here, is the identity of Liang. A fast food restaurant, constant chef salad, this is someone who is reluctant to change and choose.
Wang's lovely appearance, his eyes wandering, he was busy wiping the counter and the glass, but he listened to the conversation there.
Liang's smile is captivating, polite and friendly, and has all the makings of a heartbeat.
She got the key to his house, and from the very beginning, she entered it cautiously, and finally broke into it with great fanfare. Tablecloths, quilt covers, toothbrush cups, shirts, goldfish, she had everything for him.
That beautiful and desolate happiness.
Always wearing a pair of small yellow sunglasses, a naughty and heartless look. Talk to him in a nonchalant tone. Unlike me, cautious, deliberately distanced.
After being bumped into several times, she was still righteous. I saw that the man smiled faintly. Impressed and liked.
He went to her and he knew everything. This little girl was flustered. The secret love will soon be bright, fearful and nervous. Just run away.
When she came back, she put on her uniform and had long hair.
how are you here.
Still so loud.
He smiled at her. Take out the letterhead.
Where are you going?
Go wherever you say.
At that time, they were still young, and they looked so good from any angle. Laughing or not, it makes people warm.
This feeling has finally settled.
Described as "simple, persistent". With such words, she deserves it.
Not every emotion should be extravagant to respond. If you respond, you are lucky. Otherwise, you can sit on the person's silhouette or smiling face, chew and taste it yourself, and dance alone.
In this way, it is also a blessing.
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