Just like every girl once dreamed, she also longed for that one day, a handsome prince would drive up to her in a luxury car. Then, he would open the car door for himself and smile elegantly.
Said: "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
Of course, it turns out that every girl has had such a dream in her heart, but it is just a dream.
However, she looked at the mysterious, elegant, handsome and refined man in front of her in disbelief, and fell into a trance for a moment. Everything became so blurry, so blurry that even if it was a dream, she didn't want to wake up...
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The woman nodded slightly, extremely well-behaved. She looked completely different from when she faced her husband.
She once wanted to be a little bird, but there was no big tree to rely on. The incompetent husband could not bear any heavy burden, so she could not be a full-time wife at home. She had to work hard for work; so, those rich people
She could only look up at people's extravagant lives, but she couldn't touch them. She didn't know from which day she began to feel deep resentment in her heart. She hated the injustice of the world, and even more hated her husband's cowardice and incompetence. So,
From that day on, everything changed. In her eyes, the word "husband" became a punching bag for hitting or scolding, a special word for the little man at home, and a pronoun for her to vent all her dissatisfaction...
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However, now, facing the man in front of her, she actually had the feeling of first love in that moment... It was green and obscure, but sweet and deep... This was something that had never happened to her husband.
The feeling of life. She had long been tired of the life of firewood, rice, oil and salt, had had enough of the life of pots and pans! She wanted to leave! She wanted to leave!
Thinking of this, she stepped on her high heels and stepped elegantly into the luxury car behind her...
She got into the passenger seat.
There was a faint fragrance from the man next to her, which made her involuntarily close her eyes and indulge in it.
The man's profile is very good-looking, with a very curved chin and a snow-white neck.
He is a man of great taste.
He also happens to be her favorite type.
He pressed the button lightly, and a soothing piano music slowly flowed into the air in the car.
"Canon in D major by Pachelbel." The woman raised her red lips and said softly.
"So you also study piano music. There are not many women as beautiful and connotative as you." The man turned his head and glanced at the woman. He always maintained a beautiful smile, and his eyes were very unique, deep and distant, as if
There is always a lingering melancholy, and this melancholy look is the nemesis of many women.
She admitted that since he appeared, he had easily captured her heart.
She was more confident that he was willing to keep his heart to herself.
She nodded and remained silent, just intoxicated by the elegant piano music. The joyful but sad feeling made her very happy. Once upon a time, in the Zhaohua years, she was also a literary and artistic woman full of poems and books. Nowadays, all kinds of things in life
Unfortunately, the polishing of time has made her gradually mediocre.
But tonight, she found a touch that seemed familiar to her.
She tilted her head and looked out the dark window. The shadows of the trees flashed by quickly. She suddenly longed for this road to have no end and just keep going.
"It would be great if this road had no end." She turned her face and looked at the man driving.
"Haha, fool. Maybe I can fulfill your wish." He still just smiled nicely.
"You're lying." She pursed her lips coquettishly and said, "Are you an angel?"
His hands continued to turn the steering wheel, but his face turned towards her.
"I am a ghost." He continued to maintain an elegant smile: "I specialize in fighting angels."
His eyes were always covered with an indescribable feeling, but every time he looked at her, she felt her heart beat faster.
She didn't believe him.
"If you are the devil, then who am I?" she echoed.
"You are my snack." He smiled.
"I won't make trouble with you." She glanced out the window again, but her cheeks were already blushing.
Such ambiguous words made her feel at a loss for a moment. Could those be his words to express his feelings?
She couldn't tell the difference. She couldn't understand either because his eyes were bottomless.
However, she was happy.
The romantic cherry blossoms finally fell on her body, and on that day, the moonlight was just right, and he appeared quietly, and then quietly walked into her world.
"My name is Luo Bin, what's yours?"
"Wen Qian." She raised her red lips and opened a charming smile.
"It's a nice name, like a goddess." His words contained a compliment, but she was obsessed with this feeling.
"Where is your home?" Wen Qian asked.
"It's just ahead, just turn a few corners and you'll be there. By the way, do you want to go have a cup of coffee?" he invited politely.
"It's...too late...it seems bad..."
"Haha, did it scare you? I'm just a sculptor. My studio is also my home. As you know, our work and rest generally have no rules, day and night."
"Artist?" Wen Qian looked at Luo Bin's profile with admiration.
"I'm just a freelance worker, not worth mentioning." Luo Bin said gently: "I'm sorry, I didn't think so much, and I scared you by inviting you so hastily. Since it's so late, let's wait for another day.
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His eyes were fixed on the black road illuminated by the headlights.
She suddenly felt heartache and suffocation, she felt his loss!
Is his melancholy look in his eyes because of the incomprehensible loneliness shared by artists? Then let yourself warm his heart, okay?
"No...I mean...it doesn't matter actually. I'm just afraid that I won't be able to get a taxi when I come back." Wen Qian explained. In fact, she suddenly felt scared and scared.
After this separation, she would never see him again.
"Are you really not afraid? Aren't you afraid that I will eat you?" He suddenly turned his face and stared at her with his deep eyes. The smile on his face disappeared and he looked very serious.
Wen Qian was stunned.
"Little fool, you are so cute. I am teasing you." Luo Bin suddenly smiled again, freed up his right hand and touched Wen Qian's hair.
Wen Qian felt as if she was carrying a little rabbit inside, and it was about to jump out of her chest.
"I hate it, you really scared me." Wen Qian pouted as if she was dissatisfied.
When Luo Bin retracted his hand just now, she seemed to see a birthmark the size of a coin on his wrist.
Is every artist created by God to be so perfect?
Before Wen Qian could continue to think about other things, she suddenly heard someone shouting in front of her. She turned her head and saw through the glass that there was an old man in his fifties not far ahead, waving to her constantly.
, and kept shouting something.
"Luo Bin...this..." Wen Qian looked at Luo Bin who had no intention of stopping.
"It's just a passerby who wants to take a ride." Luo Bin smiled elegantly again: "Silly girl, the reason I don't want to give him a lift is because I don't want his dirty breath to contaminate my goddess."
Wen Qian felt warm in her heart.
She turned her head and found that the old man was still behind her, shouting something constantly and hooking his hands at her.
Impolite old man.
Wen Qian pouted.
At this moment, a cool night breeze blew through the car window, which was not closed tightly.