Chapter 738: Extra Story: The Last Rose in Summer 7
But by the time I chased him out, Jian had already disappeared into the thick fog.
Jian left Shanghai very quickly. Less than 2 months after we met, everything went so smoothly with the sudden invitation from the American research laboratory. The damned American Embassy immediately gave Jian a visa without hesitation.
.Everything ended just as it started. Jian left Shanghai, and the day after he left, there was another foggy weather.
In the fog, you came in a hurry
Your figure is so perfect
Makes me want to get closer
I walked into the thick fog
But you left in a hurry
I'm following your footsteps
Lost in the vast fog
Lost in your perfect figure
I have no idea
In the end, is everything the fog or you?
God played a big joke this time. He first told me that I won the first prize. When I went to receive the prize, it told me that it was a mistake and made me rejoice in vain. The days after Zai Jian left
Here, I hate everything related to love. I throw away all love novels and superstitious products, because those things can't help at all!
The TV also repeatedly broadcasts false love that only fools believe in. The male protagonist is always so handsome, rich, and single-minded..., and the female protagonist is always so beautiful, gentle, kind, and considerate... When the two meet
On a beautiful day, most people fall in love at first sight. Then they fall in love to death, and a bunch of opponents suddenly appear! How kind and submissive the protagonist is, and finally touches everyone, even the world, and then rejoices
Happy ending. I think those directors and producers should really give up their private cars, take the subway, and squeeze the bus. They should take a good look at how many ordinary men and women there are in this world. They all talk about art.
It comes from life and is higher than life. It is certain that those TV series are higher than life. From ancient times to the present, few people can get it. But it comes from life and I can’t see it at all. I don’t know, it’s because I have low understanding.
, or those are simply garbage.
The world of novels is even greater, with the emergence of Wei Hui. Her novels are, to put it nicely, love novels, and to put it bluntly, they are pornographic novels. In her writing, love seems to have nothing left except "sex"
Okay. I really don’t know what to write about the simple and repetitive piston motion.
Men and women in the city love each other, hate each other, and accuse each other of being heartless, but no one is willing to pay more. In the end, everyone makes a closing statement. In this world, only the love of parents is great.
. If love is extreme, there will be several murder cases, which will add a topic for discussion after dinner in this city.
On Sunday night, I reluctantly returned to the dormitory and sat there alone, staring at the ceiling in a daze. Xiaoxia opened the door with her kick and rushed in with a sudden rush.
"Wow, why are you in such a hurry?" I asked.
"Something big happened!" Xiaoxia said excitedly.
"What's the big deal? Did someone jump off the building, or was someone bitten by a dog?"
"Someone died, but it wasn't jumping from a building, it was murder!"
"murder?"
"Yes, the murder scene is still at the door of our dormitory! The time, the time was last Friday. When you compatriots in Shanghai went home to live a good life."