Dear Mord, the muddy streets, the dirty Thames water, the clustered rooms, the windows where you can watch the hangings, the sky that is always gloomy and gray, and there are a few people struggling to survive but always smiling. This is where I grew up, and my closest family. You know, in the bottom society, the feelings between people are often more unconcealed, more straightforward, and easier to reveal their intentions. We discuss all the ways to find money, and gather loudly to praise our little bit of luck. And always try to expand it psychologically or verbally. Until one day, with the encouragement of Aunt Sabison and the gentleman, I decided to go to a manor to deceive an innocent and beautiful girl and obtain her fortune, even if I was a habitual thief and fraudster since my childhood. A copper plate entangled in mediation, and this mission still made me uneasy. I just hit the road with a shudder that was captured by instinct keenly. Take a deep breath, try to keep smiling, pinched white knuckles and trembling legs hidden under the skirt as a sign. It indicates that my life will be completely changed from now on. It indicates that this is a not difficult but destined to be an unforgettable experience. I will first learn how to be a lady, and eventually replace you as a real lady. What fate and I didn't expect was that I actually fell in love with you. You know what it's like to love someone with guilt, and you know what it's like to love someone who is impossible. I also want to be obsessed and cool my heart time and time again. Step by step, pretending to be calm, and cruelly persecuting you step by step. The sunshine in the manor is very different from that in London. The rhythm is slow, and each strand is like goose feathers gently falling from the sky, scratching the tip of the nose and neck, slightly itching. The sunshine is dazzling even in winter, and the temperature full of flowers always coats you with a golden rim. It makes your fair skin more transparent, and your out-of-focus eyes are smiling. The clear back makes me impulse to hug you tightly, telling you that everything is a scam, except for me. I really really fell in love with you. However, what is love? This is a question that I have never thought about. Maybe I don't need to think about it. If I struggle with food and clothing and survival every day, isn't love as meaningless as fashion. What is love? The illusion of self-deception. Since I deceived myself, why should I ask you to believe me and expose yourself at the cost of getting back to the original shape and gaining nothing. Sorry, to this day, I still can’t deny that in my heart, you still don’t survive. Wealth is important. Perhaps a class of words similar to happiness is destined to not belong to our class of people. I thought. Maybe The fleeting and fleeting happiness in life is long enough to have a long aftertaste. I think so. Enough to support me to survive the life in the lunatic asylum. You see how stupid I am, I was deceived by you for a living. This is not because I was blindfolded by love, just as I have never been merciful even though I love you, and your skills are just as praiseworthy. You told me to know what the real abyss is, the gloomy mutterings, the horrible whispers, the sharp arias, the deformed head caused by overcorrection and the endless intermittent groans every night; but the thing that saddens me the most is what I feel to you Love. By now, there is no way to care about winning or losing. I fell into the icy cell, wiping my blood and crying, but I was more certain than ever that you love me, just as I love you. I quietly hid one of your gloves and placed it carefully in my bra. Use the space closest to the heart to store this absurd and detailed love history, to recall the softest touch, the hot and scorching breath. I was forced to admit that I was you, which was nothing, my chance was originally to replace you. I felt vaguely about the day and night in the lunatic asylum. I stumbled and walked in the courtyard, but the sun was already bleak. To please flattering is one of my specialties, in exchange for a long time of quiet solitude, bitter like sour food in a lunatic asylum. I slowly swallowed every bite of food, rotten, moldy, and rancid, so as to avoid remembering how sweet our previous kisses were. We used to kiss, hug, kiss for so long. Feeling can't help but trembling lips, feeling can't help shutting his eyes tightly. The broken kisses, the kisses that have passed away, are like bookmarks in my memory, easily breaking my pretending composure at the moment, bringing me back to the day we fell on the grass and chasing the sunset, bringing me back The day we had a blind date for the first time, brought me back to the day you cried in your hotel on the eve of your wedding... They are accents, arias, and they are engraved in my heart one by one. You make me so heartache, and you make me so heartbroken, but I can't blame you at all. All my thoughts of you turned into a Wang Qingquan, flowing out of my eyes. In the blurred vision, I seemed to fly back to that afternoon, still clenching ten fingers, as if suddenly unknown, we stared at each other for a long time in front of the window. Through the reflection of your amber pupils, I realized that my smile was like this at that time. Breathtaking. Thanks to Karls, I was able to escape and ascend to heaven. With the training of the long-term lady training plan, I know the effect of calm and calm disguise, but when I saw a gentleman, I still couldn't help but get angry. Of course, maybe the reason that really makes me angry is that you face me calmly. You know, sometimes emotions like irritability can be a good cover for people's true thoughts, or most people think this way and do it subconsciously. Another thing you made me angry is that when the wind was over, you never took the initiative to come to me. I was boring to inherit my property almost every day. Yes, yes, I'm not patient enough, I can't hold my breath, I come to visit, I want to see you again, and find the happy and relaxed me through your amber eyes. Susan Smith Oh my dearest Sue... I will tell you that the content that was “accidentally” touched and spilled on the ground when you came to the manor to find me is actually just a botanical monograph that I was invited to translate by the publishing house. But I will tell, I love you far more than you think. Although I fooled you, deceived you, framed you; even though I always carry hatred and guilt, after all, you are the only person left who can make me save my sincere smile. I have never thought about love before. For so many years, I have never taken a half step out of my uncle’s manor. How can I think about the true meaning of love from those erotic rare books circulating underground. In my opinion, maybe love is just a kind of covenant relationship that each one needs. It wasn't until I met you that I realized that love is such a scam that makes people dilemma, irrational, and unstoppable. What you don’t know, I have already understood you, intending to deceive you, and even destroy you; pretending to be ignorant is my skill, pretending to be fragile is my housekeeper, you don’t know that, day and night when I face the cold alone, my heart The total condensed into a beautiful pure white six-petal crystal. Maybe I did show the hesitation and worry about gains and losses that people should have in love. Unfortunately, my plan to put you in a lunatic asylum was not changed in the end. The low houses on Polu Street, the yellow candlelight shrouded in dense fog and poverty all day long, the rotten and dirty curtains and tablecloths, the vulgar and despicable households, the cold slate, the dusty wooden table, this is what you were born and raised. The place? Although it is more than a little better than the lunatic asylum I grew up in, it still doesn't fit you well. Because you are so beautiful, but perhaps it is your beauty that becomes more and more refined in such an ugly environment. Looking back now, I even believe that temperament is innate and that the appearance of a person is related to heredity. I am wearing the clothes you used to wear, lying on the bed you used to sleep peacefully, stroking the cheeks you once kissed, thinking about you over and over again. I refuse to think about what you will be like in the lunatic asylum. I know that it is in vain to think about it, because now I am also unable to protect myself. Time seemed to stand still, without saying a word, sitting in front of a candle, waiting for the arrival of the 21st birthday, dimly tossing and turning. The card of hearts that I hid seems to be the only page that has not been torn by me. The mark of the half-fold is a book that has been run over and broken by time. No need to remember the page number, no need to separate collection, the only remaining illustration, wordless and wordless poetry, tells the truth that I don't want to be discovered by you, and hides the plot that I have long insighted. Perhaps I am still the same as you to some extent. Between love and freedom for you, I hesitated for a while and finally chose the latter. As you can see, how closely my customized gloves are placed, my life How lifeless life is; how ups and downs in the tone of my reading books, how gloomy and bored I am; how terrible and disorderly my nightmare and my moans are in the middle of the night, how much I long for Break through this cage. And you, to a certain extent, even deepened my desire to escape, cut a crack for me, and breathe the dangerous and gorgeous smell. This has never been all-or-nothing. Betting with perhaps the only true love in this life, and betting on sitting and enjoying the rich life, so you see, Su, at certain times, I have not always been insidious and black-bellied. Thank you for forgiving me, and thank you for coming to the manor to find me, although this is not unexpected, but I think I will treat you well, even if I have not started writing down my love for you, but such a book It's not difficult, is it. Mod Lily
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