Reflection fireworks follow the water flow

I like to get up at 5 or 6 o'clock in the morning, lying on my stomach in front of the window of the hotel alone, looking at the gray and slightly unclear appearance of each city, lighting a cigarette, and lying on my stomach wrapped in a white sheet Waiting and watching from the window, watching those strange but similarly familiar cities.

My name is Qiao Sen. I like the feeling of living alone. I like to watch all the prosperity in the world with cold eyes, but I don't want to blend in.I like to keep a distance from any lively things, and I will watch silently if I don't get close to them.Sometimes it's like peeping, I like the feeling of going straight into people's hearts, I don't like to talk to people, but I like to talk to my heart.But I don't intend to spy on people's hearts, I always think it is an immoral behavior.

But as long as I face it with a sincere heart, others will always tell me the most real thing in my heart.I think that is a kind of past in life, which can only be traveled through, but cannot be peeped at.I like to listen quietly and watch silently without disturbing.I know that sometimes people need to vent something in their hearts, just to see what kind of person will let you indulge your soul once, maybe it is a stranger who you only see once and never see again in this life, let her treat you Take away the cancerous tumor in your body and go to a place you never cared about. It may not be a bad thing to indulge your soul once.I like to take other people's stories with me, and I will also leave my own stories to others without looking back.

Just like people exchanging stories, or life is really too peaceful, we need each other to share those little secrets in our hearts.Peep through a gap, and you can enter people's hearts.In this world, I think the hardest thing to get is the human heart.Money can't buy it either.Maybe you get it now, and you will lose it later.

Often so.

Waking up early in the morning, peeking at the person sleeping beside him, his serene face is like a pure baby.He was drunk last night, very drunk, very drunk, as if he was destined to get himself drunk from the very beginning.Seeing him present the gaping wound in my heart in front of me, although we are strangers to each other, we feel safe and familiar.Sometimes the strangest thing may be the safest. When a person can put his heart in the hands of a stranger nakedly, then he is safe. Nothing is safer than a stranger keeping his heart in this life. up!In fact, a stranger who only sees each other once in this life will often keep this secret for a lifetime.Keeping the secrets in your heart in the hearts of strangers is like a locked safe, very safe.I think my most important secret will definitely be told to a stranger on a seemingly casual occasion.He thinks it's true or false, maybe it doesn't matter anymore!

I am a woman without feelings, or I will look directly at the man sitting beside me smoking silently in a dark encounter in a bar and say, I once liked someone very much, so deeply.Under the stern light, he continued to puff out smoke rings silently, like an old familiar friend, not talking, just sitting like that, and then poured me a full glass of beer.Maybe I'm stupid, I still said lightly, but love is very happy!It is the pain in the heart that is often suffocating.He looked back at me and smiled.I also smiled, looked at him and asked, do you believe it?He smiled slightly, extinguished the cigarette that was burning to the butt in his hand, then nodded and said, I believe it!

That night, I don't know whether he was drunk or I was drunk, anyway, the two of them kept drinking beer, one cup after another.He is a restrained and deep man. His eyes are like mist that can never be seen clearly, and his mouth is always closed. He will not tell others easily, nor will he take what others say to heart. .Maybe, he never cared, maybe what he listened to was his own inner voice.

He smoked cigarettes, one after another, looked at me, and drank.That night, we were all drunk, very drunk, as if we all knew we were going to get drunk. He drank very fast, so he got drunk very quickly.Or, he just wanted to get himself drunk once, hand over his body to a strange woman to take care of him, and then let his heart get drunk once.I always believe that everyone has an unspeakable wound in their body.It depends on when and under what circumstances it is revealed.

The sky seemed to be getting brighter slowly, the sun shone in, and the whole world seemed to wake up.Looking at the man sleeping soundly on the bed, he slept soundly all night, but I knew his heart was bleeding.In fact, the heart is the truth quietly hidden, like a strong but extremely fragile warrior, going to the battlefield in pain.He just didn't want to show it, show his cowardice in front of anyone, or talk and cry.But he gets drunk, he wants to get drunk and forget.

Go in and take a shower.There is no shower gel in it, only dry and inferior soap. After washing my short, fragile hair, I feel that my body is getting older, and it seems that the slowly falling water will sting my skin.I like to listen to loud music, so my ears can't hear what other people say.I like to read books non-stop, so my eyes began to become more and more blurred, but there is nothing wrong with the blurry world, at least it can hide some truth for me.I believe in eyes more and more, as long as it is something I cannot see, it is not real, so I put an end to the ugliness of many truths, I think this is very good.

Putting on the white shirt he took off on the side, when he came out of the bathroom, I saw him lying on the bed smoking a cigarette, with his upper body in his hands, watching me take a shower.His eyes are lonely, but not lonely.As if I have never felt lonely, I don't think loneliness is a bad thing, except when I fall in love with someone, so I start to be afraid of falling in love with someone.

I know there is only one love, either you have been in the sea, or you have not met.It can only be done once, and you can’t ask for more than once!

I walked over, and we basically didn't talk all night, except for his sentence-I believe, there seemed to be nothing else.He put out the cigarette in his hand, then hugged my body and buried his head in my standing body.At that moment, I felt something wet sticking to my chest, and I knew it was the tears of this strange man.Rare, but stinging.He hugged me very tightly. For a moment, I felt that there was no difference between a man and a child. The only thing they would be afraid of was that you would leave.

After a long time, he said that you smell very good, what body wash do you use?I said it was the smell of soap.He looked up and smiled, and said, I never knew that the soap smelled so good!I smile and look at him, he has come out of his soul and is a real man now.

We are silent.Then I left in his white shirt, and the moment I closed the door, he looked back at me.where will you go

Go away with your sorrow!I looked at him and said.He nodded, as if handing over the most beloved child to me, and as if he never cared about it.

What do you want?he asks.

People's hearts!

The hardest thing in the world to get is the human heart!he sighed.

I nodded, I only want a human heart!

He nodded, and then buttoned the top button of the suit. His shirt was on my body, and he put on the suit with his shirt on. His brownish-yellow skin was evenly revealed outside the collar of the suit.He turned and walked out, his steps were steady.I smiled and walked away in the opposite direction.

I think I can take away the sadness he buried in his heart.Then after he turned and left, he became another person.