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The speed of falling is always measured in seconds, whether it is a flower, a person, or a heart.

Let me tell you what it takes to complete the nine-meter drop.

On the surface of the water, rushing toward the face.

The gentle, quiet, and graceful lake surface is like a boundless, ruthless monster rushing toward me at a speed of 30 meters per second. The world is upside down, twisted, pulled left and right, and trembled in my eyes...

My body wanted to escape, escape from the imminent sentence, I lost consciousness, but woke up before a second came, the water had not had time to deform, it accepted my body in a complete form, and came into contact with the water surface There was severe pain in that part of my body, and the momentary reaction force woke me up.

The water finally softened and I continued to sink...

It was as if a large airtight rock had been stuffed into the ear, and the light flickered on and off, like a dream.

I saw the early morning of June in the countryside of Yorkshire, England. The summer there was rational and restrained, but it couldn't stop the roses climbing up the balcony along the red brick wall. Did that come more than ten years ago?I can't remember in the chaos.

The morning of the holiday home is always awakened by the blooming flowers, and the just right indole fills the air with a romantic and moving fragrance.

Like another maiden in my arms.

Her eyelashes moved, her slightly parted lips seemed to be continuing a dream, and her cheeks were like the lightest pink rose in Yorkshire, with a shy pink in her whiteness.

Her head was turned to one side, her smooth black hair was spread on the pillow, and her pajamas slipped off her shoulders, revealing a section of crystal clear shoulders.

I was so drunk, I couldn't help hugging her, and gently rubbed my cheek against hers, her half-parted lips suddenly joined the inexplicable love that came suddenly in the early morning, and stuck to my lips.

The first kiss of two girls came so impromptu and unreasonable.

"Good morning, Clarissa," she called me, her eyelashes fluttering.

I remembered that we were reading Virginia Woolf's "Mrs. Dalloway" last night before bed, and she called me that.

I smiled to tickle her, listened to her crisp "giggle" laughter in the morning, and read the sentence in the book "Great souls are androgynous", we laughed together, but the smile touched each other's eyes Eyes became more reserved, I kissed her eyelashes and lips again.

We are the granddaughters of the Shang family, princesses in the ivory tower of pounds and dollars, which gives us the illusion that we can do whatever we want.

Summer is over, and the holiday home in Yorkshire is empty. We are like two lovers who have tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, and we meet to tattoo each other's name on our right waist, in the color of the rose that bloomed that morning.

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I fell in the viscous water, the pain woke me up, I knew that I could no longer escape, the instinct of survival made me row upward...

My memory goes back again. I was eight years old that year. The life in the orphanage was poor and lively. Like every morning, I sat in the cafeteria with a group of children and had breakfast. eggs.

The teacher called me out, and before I went out, I stuffed the eggs into my pocket for fear of being eaten by others.

There were a few well-dressed strangers standing in the corridor. As soon as I walked out, they all looked at me eagerly. I was afraid and lowered my head.

"Does it look like it?" I heard a person say excitedly, "It's exactly the same as my mother when she was young!"

"It's even better than the picture!" said another.

A beautiful 50-year-old woman bent down and waved to me. I walked over tremblingly, holding my marinated egg tightly in my pocket with one hand.

She took my other hand, "Do you like drawing? I heard that you draw beautifully. How about being my granddaughter?"

From then on, I had my parents, and from then on, my "parents" also had a child.

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I was about to suffocate, and my legs seemed to be getting more and more numb, and I couldn't use my strength. I opened my eyes and looked at the sky through the water. Am I going to die here?I'm dead, what about "her"?

My tears flowed, have you ever tried to cry in water?

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There is always a day when secrets are discovered. First, the tattoo on my waist. My mother asked me why I got this word tattooed, but I couldn’t answer it.

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I don't want to think about it anymore, my head hurts violently, my hands are grabbing upwards, trying to break the water, but those two bright red tattoos appear in front of my eyes.

The character on me is "Wan", and the character on her is "Ru".

I am Shangru.This is early fall of 2011.

So cold.

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