We try, change the angle, change the crux, change the way of meeting. We work hard to abandon abnormal groups and escape the mentality of being abandoned by society. Be proud of the marginalized and start our story.
Unmasked meeting:
he roared as much as he could, in the dark rehearsal field. Because no one else could hear him, he dared to yell like that.
The people in the venue rehearsed the fragments step by step, people's heads and expressions mixed with celebrity effects, and they were complacent about the names of so-and-so and classic passages in their minds.
The red door opened, and she jumped in with her refreshing short hair, a little unworldly, with black eyes and black hair in a bright red dress.
His roar pierced into her eardrum for the first time, she was slightly surprised, and his eyes were facing each other, and the violent eye collision frightened him. He thought that his mask was enough to demonstrate and wrap his heart, but it became a bubble from now on. He stood naked in front of her as if he had been stripped naked. In the face of such a petite girl in a red dress, he just wanted to get a leaf to cover his shame. But such transparency locked his gaze on her.
But she immediately moved the sharp X-ray-like eyes away, and recited: "I walk in the dark, black eyes are not just to find light."
She unintentionally disturbed him, and he was deliberately disturbed by her.
The two of them sat together with everyone, everyone was excited, but he was alone with her. While everyone was showing off the verses he had recited skillfully, he approached timidly and asked her if she had borrowed a cigarette, and it was red again. Red cigarette case, red gloves.
Her black eyes couldn't see what he looked like, not because she couldn't see, but because she didn't want to see him. His original high-decibel roar suddenly dropped in tone, making her frown, because the sound was so sweet.
The smoke rings rose and dissipated layer by layer. When the smoke was about to burn to their fingertips, people who smoked smothered the waste products in their hands.
In an instant, her misty black eyes suddenly lit up, illuminating the dark rehearsal field like an electric shock.
The audience was scorched by the light, and people were running around like mice crossing the street. She threw off her gloves and kept fiddling with the cigarette butts in the ashtray with trembling fingers. She squatted, galloping forward, twitching, panting to chaotic accompaniment, and she looked around nervously, searching for the legs of each stool. She emptied the trash from the trash can and turned the filth over without leaving any corners.
He looked at her more surprised than she heard his roar, what was she looking for? What made her suddenly crazy? Why can she hear my screaming? she……? ? ?
Countless questions haunted him, and he followed her.
This is Mozart and the whale, the precious candor that only belongs to the two worlds.
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