From Contract Marriage To Deep Love

The world has always loved and hated impermanence. We need to keep a plain heart. After writing this sentence in the notebook, Zuo Yi throws it into his schoolbag, puts on his shoes and runs down the stairs.

Lu Shaoqian sat in the living room with a cup of coffee in his hand and his eyes fixed on the company's plan on the table.

When Zuo Yi passed the living room, his eyes lit up the person on the sofa, and then went straight to the outside of the villa.

Lu Shaoqian frowned and put his coffee cup on the table. She didn't say hello to herself and went out like this

there was a flash of light in her black eyes like falcon.

Zhou Wenli pushed the vacuum cleaner to get busy in the living room. When she saw the president looking at the documents there, she made a light move and tried not to disturb the president.

"President, did you go to the clinic I recommended to you?" Zhou Wenli joked that she and the president had known each other for a long time. Although the president was cold on the surface, in fact, he was very friendly. So Zhou Wenli often joked with him.

But this time, Lu Shaoqian did not smile.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Wenli felt the strange expression on his face, so she asked with concern.

Lu Shaoqian said, "you don't have to clean up the rooms on the second floor in the future."

When Zhou Wenli heard that the president wanted to lighten his burden, she was certainly happy, so she agreed. You don't have to clean up the second floor, so in this villa, you just need to clean up the first floor and the third floor.

Singing in her heart and pushing the vacuum cleaner, Zhou Wenli began to get busy.

After reading the documents on the desk for a while, Lu Shaoqian looked up at the mobile phone on the desk. The screen of the mobile phone was black, and there was no SMS or phone.

He turned to his eyes on the document, and the light in them became dim.

He didn't know why, but he hoped that she would call him and tell him where she had gone and what she had done. At present, it seems that his idea is obviously in vain.

In the afternoon, Lu Shaoqian didn't know how many times he looked at his mobile phone, but whenever he saw the black screen, his face would show a burst of disappointment.

She didn't call herself, not a single one. She didn't even contact herself for several hours in the afternoon.

Lu Shaoqian's sword eyebrows wrinkled.

Zuo Yi takes her bag and goes to a small bookstore she used to go to. There are several empty tables in the bookstore. She sits down. I picked up the red and black and read it. When I read half of the book last time, I was suddenly called to a banquet by Lu Shaoqian.

Zuo Yi doesn't like the feeling of being interrupted. She feels that it's like a TV play suddenly inserted with an advertisement. Although it's not so annoying, it won't make people happy.

She reached out and opened the page. The unique smell of the type on the page spread to her nose. She likes the smell very much, the smell of ink. She has loved it since she was a child.

Outside the window, passers-by smile happily, or a little unhappy. Zuo Yi sits in front of the window, watching them pass by and go away. The pedestrians decorate her for a long afternoon.

The book in hand becomes thinner and thinner. Zuo Yi holds her cheek in her hand and sighs for the fate of the hero and heroine.

"This is a complimentary drink." The owner of the bookstore knows Zuo Yi because she used to come here a lot.

"Thank you," Zuo Yi said gratefully. That is a glass of lemonade, refreshing, let people feel a cool. Zuo Yi likes the refreshing feeling very much, just like the spotless petals, which can always bring people aesthetic feeling.

She is a student of fine arts. She can always discover the beauty that ordinary people can't see.

The sun had set when I finished reading the book. The setting sun is beautiful.

Zuo Yi stands up from her seat. The lemonade cup on the table is empty. She returns the chair to its original position and says goodbye to the boss. She goes to the street alone.

At dusk, the bookstore will make proofs. She doesn't know why the boss chose to make proofs at this time, but she has been abiding by this rule for a long time.

The streets are full of people coming home from work, and their faces are eager to go home, so they can't help but quicken their pace.

People in a hurry, from the past, like a tide, gone forever.

Zuo Yi walks leisurely on the street, walking very slowly, which is different from those people who pass quickly. Her leisurely steps made her look out of place in those crowds.

Leisurely some lonely. Or loneliness.

Around is the flow of people, do not know for a few batches, left memory just passed a intersection. The red light just came on. Zuo Yi stops at the foot, waiting for the red light.

After a while, she took another step forward.

It's still a special style of leisure. Left memory aimlessly go forward, the road ahead is still very long, one can not see the kind of edge. I'm afraid that if I walk for two days and two nights, the road in front of me is still winding.She reached out to hold the railings on both sides of the road, like standing on the track, but could not hear the whine of the train whistle.

Maybe I will have a journey, to a distant place, to a strange place where I feel comfortable.

Now the city itself has stayed for many years, but even standing on the main road of the city, Zuo Yi still can't like the city.

Don't like is don't like, there is no reason not to explain.

Zuo Yi pursed her lips. In fact, she didn't like the city for a reason, but she kept the reason in her heart and didn't dare to show it. Because that's too hurtful, too hurtful. Every time he once said that a few words, will feel uncomfortable overwhelming hit to himself.

It's like a disaster.

No one will like disaster, but disaster still exists. Like Zuo Yi, she doesn't like disaster, but disaster is always hidden in her heart. If you are indulged occasionally, your heart will ache.

Zuo Yi doesn't like to be sad, but she can't choose. She is like a baby, powerless, a lot of things they can only passively accept.

For example, when she was 12 years old, her mother left forever, for example, Zuo Linyi remarried, for example, her half brother and sister.

If you can choose, Zuo Yi doesn't want anything.

But the reality is that she doesn't want these, just have.

Tired of walking, I sat down on the roadside. Zuo Yi put his hands on his knees. His hands were thin, white and slender.

Not far away came the smell of roast mutton kebabs. Several five or six-year-old children passed by, and then they couldn't walk any more, clamoring for their mother to buy them.

Zuo Yi looks at them and suddenly sees her childhood.

When I was five or six years old, I was officially naughty. She can't forget her mother's lipstick and high-heeled shoes.

After mother found out, she just laughed. Girls love beauty, which is nature.

Every time I eat, I will sit by my mother's side, and her mother will help me clip what I like to eat. Every time I would open my mouth and wait for the delicious food to be put into my mouth.

Left memory mouth slightly upward, that memory, always can let oneself happy for a long time.

Memories are always too long, in the twinkling of an eye, the sky has become dim, just now or soft bright sky even covered with a layer of gray.

Gray, dark, cool.

Left Yi stood up, she did not like the color of gray, such a dim color will make their mood more dim.

She would rather be black than black.

Gradually on the road lights up, bright light in front of their shuttle, and then quickly leave, but soon there will be new light up.

The light is constant and never dark.

She likes to stand on the side of the road to see those bright, black night, those bright let oneself think of brilliant. In fact, my heart yearns for excitement, but the reality is too quiet.

So for a long time, Zuo Yi is quiet. Sometimes it's like the air. For example, when I was in Zuo's home, I was clearly in my own home, but I felt like the air. Thanks to the fact that I still have the body, otherwise the spirit and the form will disappear.

Even if they really disappeared, there will be no heartache. No one will shed tears for themselves. Tears are so precious things, those people in the left family will treasure them.

Zuo Yi even thought about whether they would laugh at their funeral.

Rub your eyes, but your head hurts.

She stretched out her hand to rub the temple. The temple was boiling hot. When she put her finger on it, she suddenly felt cold.

It's all my body, but some parts are cold and some are hot.

"I wish they could be changed." Left memory mouth recites, soliloquy. A young couple passed by. Hearing what Zuo Yi said, they couldn't help looking back at her.

Then they turned back and whispered.

Zuo Yi is now immune to all kinds of whispers and comments in front of her. In such a short period of time, I actually have one more skill.

Left Yi ha ha of smile, own this skill want more Lu Shaoqian, that man, let oneself in front of the public, become the image of Mrs. Lu.

Even though he is still left in private.

That man should now be comfortable lying in the villa, drinking his favorite coffee, watching his favorite program, and then open his mouth and laugh happily.

It must be so. Zuo Yi remembers that last night, his face became unhappy because of himself.

Now I leave Lu's villa, so that person doesn't have to be unhappy any more.

She put her hands around her chest. The man didn't like herself.

It's getting dark. Zuo Yi is standing by the side of the road, alone. There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road. Zuo Yi doesn't know the time. She doesn't want to look at her watch,Finally, I just found a corner to sit down, so I don't want to see the time.

Feng gently blowing up, blowing her shoulder side of the hair, left memory will be broken hair don't in the ear, face suddenly become clean up.