lover relationship

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Sang Ye is a casual person, his outspokenness is rarely able to distinguish between true feelings and real feelings, but generally speaking of subjective emotional judgments, when he says likes, he really likes them.

The clouds in the sky are beautiful, and he likes the moment he sees them accidentally; the cool autumn wind is pleasant, when it passes through his fingertips or kisses his face, he likes it; the twisting and crawling caterpillars in spring When he has nothing to do, he can spend an afternoon looking at it, and he likes it; there is a rose in the garden, and he likes the one with dewdrops in the morning.

There are too many things to like in this world, and his liking is not sentimental, after all, he only loves that moment.

When the wind blows away the clouds, when the morning sun shines, when he is tired of watching the repetitive and mechanical life movements, everything becomes lazy.

But the momentary liking, admiration, or unreasonable and inexplicable emotions are all real, they perish in time, and they are also eternal in time.

He is a lover, but also a lover.

After all, he only loves himself and his own freedom.

What Sang Ye said to Lin Wei, "Appetite", is the "appetite" that really wants to tear people apart and probe into the essence. Interesting people always add color to his life, and he loves all variables , because there are tens of thousands of moments in those variables for him to choose from, and choose those bright and delicious "he likes".

But Boss Lin is too cold.

"1/2, heh, let's go to his 1/2, it's not sure who will call who's father when the time comes!"

Sang Ye's arrogant freedom rejects all non-acceptance and all arrangements by others. His choice cannot be chosen by others, his preferences cannot be criticized by others, and his freedom is his own happiness.

Sang Ye was thinking about how to be Lin Wei's father, while heading outside Su Zhuang.

Director Liang held his face, and didn't dare to rush when he left. After all, he was a decent person, and he greeted Lin Wei in a serious manner for most of the day.

When I got into the car, there was no outsider in the car. The Aston Martin in Sangye was 700 million. A rich man would cover his entire life with a car. This is the sweetest truffle cake.

The supercar passed through the traffic, and Xiaojiabiyu in Jiangnan City seemed to be unable to afford this car. Sang Ye said with a smile: "There are no outsiders here. Don't be under psychological pressure, Director Liang. Although I don't have that kind of interest in girls, it doesn't hinder me. I admire them. The lines of the human body are the art of natural carving, and the softness of women is especially favored by nature--the rivers in the body sing, and the soul dies--"

Liang Congdao felt a little hot: "Where are we going?"

"Jiangnan, Jiangnan is so graceful, every frown and smile is full of charm, where you want to go, the girl is made of water, the waist is more curved than the arch bridge, and the smile is more romantic than the Su River."

Passing through the long and deep alley, passing through the smell of cloves left behind, it rained on the Su River.

The bead curtain is half-rolled, the cheongsam is ink-washed, and the buttons are unbuttoned, and the veil is slowly uncovered. The red phoenix is ​​reserved, the red lips and bright teeth, and a charming smile is revealed.

Meirenxiang is a tomb of heroes.

Sang Ye stood outside smoking a cigarette.

The Chinese-style courtyards in the old town have not been remodeled, only repaired. The cornices and blue tiles are still preserved. The red lacquer is not red, but the wood color is slightly brown, and the attic is quiet, with slanting wind and drizzle.

He put one hand in his trousers pocket and held a cigarette in the other. When he was alone, he was used to emptying his mind. There was no extra banter in his eyes, and he became quiet in the rain.

Su River.

This place doesn't belong to him.

However, the sense of belonging is very important. People are impetuous, value profits over love, and snails walk with their backs on their backs. Those who do not have a sense of belonging are slugs.

He doesn't want the belonging of the family, what he wants is a harbor, where he can have a shelter in the wind and rain of freedom, and he can take a nap occasionally when he is tired of wandering.

But his definition of freedom is too free, who can love him so much?

Everyone has their own ideas and wishes, and no one can really abandon themselves.

Sang Ye remembered that when he was a child, his mother enlightened him with a saying, "People don't kill heaven and earth for themselves".

This sentence is often given a derogatory sense of selfishness, and the word "wei" is read as "taste", but it should actually be read as "surrounding": if a person loses himself and does not have the cultivation of being a human being, it is against nature. normal.

No one can abandon the self and completely accept the freedom of Kuwano.

His haven is utopian fantasy.

No one will come to build such an unprofitable harbor, and no one will take his unknown shipping route.

Without a long-term cooperation, he can only rely on his lover relationship to make "monthly payment". The invoice is opened, which is his emotional proof.

Sang Ye's rebelliousness always makes him feel constrained when getting along with his lover, and wants to escape, escape from the boringness of monthly payment, escape from their demanding and heavy meaning given to "love" itself.

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is endless, and the tenderness here is also subtle, which can hollow people out.

Sang Ye was too lazy to wait for Liang Congdao, and it was getting late, so he arranged Liang Congdao's board and lodging, paid for it, and gave some instructions.

Super running through the night, through time, the rain stopped, so he also passed through the clean sky.

Liang Congdao had a good dream and didn't want to wake up. When he was wondering whether to go home or not, the beauty in the cheongsam told him that Sang Ye had made arrangements and he didn't need to leave. So the serious director Liang accepted Sang Ye's love in a serious way.

The consumption level here is more than 500 yuan. The saying of the beauty said: "There is a land worth [-] million yuan. Some people say that I will only pay [-] million yuan first, and then pay after earning the remaining [-] million yuan. This is the same as borrowing [-] million yuan first." Two hundred and five people are equally boring. If painting cakes can work, why do scientists study rice yield?"

Before Liang Congdao came to his senses, he grasped Sang Ye's words for a long time, and then asked, "Did Mr. Sang say anything else?"

The beauty said politely: "One more thing, Su Zhuang is nothing more than that."

Liang Congdao spread out on the bed.

Compared with Zi'an, Jianan's financial situation is indeed worse. Although he is a dark horse in the real estate industry in Suhe, Jiang is still old and hot. From the perspective of credit rating, the priority is indeed slightly lower. Zi'an was ahead.

What is even more promising for Jianan is that the relationship between Lin Wei and the mayor seems to be good. The policy direction is now paying more and more attention to the humanistic image of the city.If the environmental planning and construction of Quanzhen Town is handed over to Jianan, the follow-up benefits should be very good.

But the problem is the money.

Jianan's assessment of Quanzhen's total investment budget is much worse than that of Zi'an.

Liang Congdao tried many times, but Lin Wei didn't seem to let go.

What Sang Ye conveyed was to rush to send money to Quanzhen.

Liang Congdao's thoughts were in a mess, and the beauty button was undone again, and the mutton fat was condensed, and Liang Congdao's seriousness was vulnerable.

Sang Ye also whistled in the bathroom, the tune was so cheerful that he even folded his hands and blew a soap bubble, which landed on the smooth and wet floor of the bathroom without breaking, which made him very happy.

I don't know what the fun is, he is often half crazy.

Seeing the distorted light and shadow through the grotesque soap bubbles, Sangye remembered that when he was in Suzhuang just now, he warmly invited Lin Wei to take a hot spring with them. Lin Wei refused gracefully, his eyes were a little cold.

It turns out that Lin Wei is still a bit of a clean freak, and he doesn't know whether he looks down on him or Liang Congdao.

Sang Ye casually passed this idea through his mind, and his interest in Lin Wei was ready to move.

How could it be possible to look down on him?

To a certain extent, Lin Wei's eyes have the same eagerness as his, and his rejection of boring life.One of them wants the freedom given by variables, and the other wants the right to control variables.

And the variable has arrived, the two armies confront each other, it depends on who can play better.

The author has something to say: "Rivers sing in you, and my soul will perish in them." - Pablo Neruda, "Twelve Love Poems and a Song of Despair"

It's late, bow down.

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