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"I don't like balls. The end of the ball is like a funeral." The woman said so, but she still danced with the man in the hall. When it was over, the other guests were gone, and they were the last ones left.
The pair who stayed to the end were not satisfied, and they went to the women's room on the 11th floor together. During this period, the woman remembered her current husband, and the man met the current girlfriend's friend in the elevator. They all knew that there would be trouble sooner or later, but no one made the elevator stop early. Just like young lovers who are in love going to another night dance, they know that they won't be able to catch the evening subway if they go to the dance party, and they know that they will miss the access control time and be scolded by their parents after the dance party, but no one stops.
They reminisce about their first encounters, they make euphemistic explanations for their youthful quarrels, and they make love. Her skin was sagging and he was getting fat. But fortunately they are not mean, strict, critical young people.
On the rooftop, the man said, "I love you. When your husband can't stand you who are getting old, I am willing to stay by your side... When we are very, very old, we can be like Romeo and Juliet, together. Drink the poison and both hearts stop beating at the same time."
The woman was a little moved, lowered her eyebrows for a moment, and said, "But I changed my mind. You must remember that Juliet drank fake poison. Ten minutes later, you died, and I came back to life."
"and then."
"Then I'll pack my bags and buy the earliest flight back to London. Find my cardiologist."
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I used to like to go to lively activities, big or small, and a group of people would be happy together. Singing competitions, concerts, plays, band performances, film festivals, concerts, sports competitions. I especially liked how it felt when the show was over, walking out of the theater with my companions and walking down the road in the middle of the night. In the city, the lights are still on, the splendid scene is brilliant, and the Milky Way is in the world. Vehicles are still running on the street, but there are not many pedestrians on the side of the road. My companions and I, sometimes the same person, sometimes different, discussed the activities just now as we walked, the laughter grew farther and farther, and was slowly eaten by the night.
Falling in love is actually a lively and lively activity, but some people leave the scene after the event, and very few people can accompany you all the way.
They all understand this. So the woman still got on the taxi to the airport, and the man didn't hold back any longer.
The exit is the exit. Although the older you get, the less time and mood you have to join in the fun, but the truth becomes more and more clear. When a child sees a favorite toy outside the glass window, he will cry, make a fuss, and roll on the ground, refusing to give up. But adults, looking at the unobtainable things in the window, will openly admit their desires and turn away.
Maybe one day they'll come back and wander the window for a while, looking at it reluctantly.
Maybe one day they walked past that window and found it had been bought and had something new on the display.
Or maybe, finally, one day, they're ready to buy it, and it's still in the window.
But maybe that day has not come yet. They touched their pockets and walked away alone and respectfully.
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