With his own business, An Sheng is not caring about Zhang Liao for the time being
Sometimes Zhang Liao took the initiative to ask for a love interest, and she would refuse because of being too tired. As she was too often, An Sheng couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
So on that day, An Sheng carefully dressed up according to Zhang Liao's preferences in his guess. When he pushed open the door, he gave him a big surprise.
An Sheng obviously felt the man's eyes lit up, and he was obviously moved.
The two of them were unknowingly stuck together, and their breathing became more and more rapid. Zhang Liao gently stroked her big hand, and rarely brought a hint of urgency.
But just when An Sheng was taken off only one pair of underwear, and the man also had a wide open chain. At the moment, An Sheng held the hand on the man's back, and he didn't know where he touched it. Zhang Liao gasped in pain.
Before An Sheng could even ask, the man retreated quickly like a frightened bird.
He reached the door and his frightened face improved slightly
He tugged his lips in the girl's confusing and worried eyes: Sorry, I'm a little tired today... I'm a little tired with you another day, okay?
After saying that, the man who had always been gentle and considerate even added without waiting for An Sheng to answer: I turned around and disappeared from An Sheng's vision.
As if you are afraid that you will be discovered if you take a step later
After spending some days in peace, Zhang Liao did not say anything, and An Sheng did not take the initiative to ask
Until one day, Zhang Liao suddenly asked her: Are you going to attend my birthday party?
An Sheng thought that Zhang Liao's family might be there at the birthday party, so he asked tactfully: Isn't it inappropriate for me to go?
After all, the two of them are at most regular friends
Zhang Liao comforted her smile and held her hand: It doesn't matter, they are all people they know
Is it in the circle?
The man paused and pursed his lips: Yes... there is one in the circle.
Combined with the context, An Sheng immediately understood
Perhaps this event only invited people from the entertainment industry, and many of them may be friends An Sheng and Zhang Liao met this time.
Since that's the case, An Sheng certainly didn't want to miss the opportunity to make more friends with a big shot in the circle and have more opportunities, so he agreed.
When it's late at night
Zhang Liao's eyes were red and the half-written manuscript paper was crumpled into a ball again, and his hands were inserted into his hair irritably, scratching his own strength without any illusion.
It was not until his fingers felt a warm and viscous liquid that he felt as if he suddenly woke up from a dream. He quickly got up and went to the drawer to find a hemorrhage-stop ointment, while repeatedly muttering: You can't bleed, you can't be injured, you can't be here, you can't be seen, you can't be seen...
After the wound was treated and sat down again, his hands were still shaking slightly because they were too nervous.
He trembledly took out a photo from his pocket.
The picture on the photo is almost pitch black. If you look closely, you will find that it is obviously a photo of the scene inside the car taken with a special camera outside the car window late at night.
The photo can be seen in a vague way, one man and one woman, and the woman is still a girl, but she has already developed a beauty that no one will ever forget once you look at it.
The girl sat on the man's legs, the two of them lingered their necks, their lips were pressed against each other, and they were obviously kissing each other passionately
Zhang Liao stared at this photo with red eyes almost bleeding and tears
A violent sting spread to his heart, but this self-abuse pain was like a signal flare that suddenly exploded in the fog, briefly breaking through the barrier of inspiration.
The nervous man quickly bent down to the ground to pick up the pen. After picking it up several times, he finally picked it up.
His pen was flying, and a string of characters appeared on the paper like flowing water
His expression finally gradually relaxed, as if he had recovered the treasure that had been lost for a long time, but not long after, he suddenly paused heavily, leaving a pool of ugly ink on the paper
He hurriedly cut the newly written line, and then he crossed the words on the whole piece of paper.
The new piece of paper was once again swept to the trash can
The only man in the study room whispered hoarsely: It's not like this, it's not like this...
Anyone who has read Zhang Liao's book will say that the author of this book cannot be a human, or at least, it cannot be a person who can empathize with human beings.
He is closer to a god, a cold, cold outsider who is independent of the world, watching all the truth and dirty things.
His words are incisive, pointing directly to the darkest depths of human nature, but it seems to be covered with a romantic mist of softness and peace. These two extremely contradictory things are perfectly blended between the lines, giving readers a novel sense that cannot be experienced by any other author.
He writes about sin, flowers bloom, sex, and pastoral songs, but no matter what he writes, his words always have a detached and cool feeling.
No matter how strong the hatred and the hot love are, they are cooled into a glass of light and tasteless white water, and then slowly flow into the pages of the book.
Some people say that he is too numb to the sufferings of the world, and even vaguely indulges in praising some bad habits from the old era, but those who have truly understood him know it.
He just doesn't care
He doesn't care about anything
Because except for the words, everything has nothing to do with him anymore
Sometimes Zhang Liao took the initiative to ask for a love interest, and she would refuse because of being too tired. As she was too often, An Sheng couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
So on that day, An Sheng carefully dressed up according to Zhang Liao's preferences in his guess. When he pushed open the door, he gave him a big surprise.
An Sheng obviously felt the man's eyes lit up, and he was obviously moved.
The two of them were unknowingly stuck together, and their breathing became more and more rapid. Zhang Liao gently stroked her big hand, and rarely brought a hint of urgency.
But just when An Sheng was taken off only one pair of underwear, and the man also had a wide open chain. At the moment, An Sheng held the hand on the man's back, and he didn't know where he touched it. Zhang Liao gasped in pain.
Before An Sheng could even ask, the man retreated quickly like a frightened bird.
He reached the door and his frightened face improved slightly
He tugged his lips in the girl's confusing and worried eyes: Sorry, I'm a little tired today... I'm a little tired with you another day, okay?
After saying that, the man who had always been gentle and considerate even added without waiting for An Sheng to answer: I turned around and disappeared from An Sheng's vision.
As if you are afraid that you will be discovered if you take a step later
After spending some days in peace, Zhang Liao did not say anything, and An Sheng did not take the initiative to ask
Until one day, Zhang Liao suddenly asked her: Are you going to attend my birthday party?
An Sheng thought that Zhang Liao's family might be there at the birthday party, so he asked tactfully: Isn't it inappropriate for me to go?
After all, the two of them are at most regular friends
Zhang Liao comforted her smile and held her hand: It doesn't matter, they are all people they know
Is it in the circle?
The man paused and pursed his lips: Yes... there is one in the circle.
Combined with the context, An Sheng immediately understood
Perhaps this event only invited people from the entertainment industry, and many of them may be friends An Sheng and Zhang Liao met this time.
Since that's the case, An Sheng certainly didn't want to miss the opportunity to make more friends with a big shot in the circle and have more opportunities, so he agreed.
When it's late at night
Zhang Liao's eyes were red and the half-written manuscript paper was crumpled into a ball again, and his hands were inserted into his hair irritably, scratching his own strength without any illusion.
It was not until his fingers felt a warm and viscous liquid that he felt as if he suddenly woke up from a dream. He quickly got up and went to the drawer to find a hemorrhage-stop ointment, while repeatedly muttering: You can't bleed, you can't be injured, you can't be here, you can't be seen, you can't be seen...
After the wound was treated and sat down again, his hands were still shaking slightly because they were too nervous.
He trembledly took out a photo from his pocket.
The picture on the photo is almost pitch black. If you look closely, you will find that it is obviously a photo of the scene inside the car taken with a special camera outside the car window late at night.
The photo can be seen in a vague way, one man and one woman, and the woman is still a girl, but she has already developed a beauty that no one will ever forget once you look at it.
The girl sat on the man's legs, the two of them lingered their necks, their lips were pressed against each other, and they were obviously kissing each other passionately
Zhang Liao stared at this photo with red eyes almost bleeding and tears
A violent sting spread to his heart, but this self-abuse pain was like a signal flare that suddenly exploded in the fog, briefly breaking through the barrier of inspiration.
The nervous man quickly bent down to the ground to pick up the pen. After picking it up several times, he finally picked it up.
His pen was flying, and a string of characters appeared on the paper like flowing water
His expression finally gradually relaxed, as if he had recovered the treasure that had been lost for a long time, but not long after, he suddenly paused heavily, leaving a pool of ugly ink on the paper
He hurriedly cut the newly written line, and then he crossed the words on the whole piece of paper.
The new piece of paper was once again swept to the trash can
The only man in the study room whispered hoarsely: It's not like this, it's not like this...
Anyone who has read Zhang Liao's book will say that the author of this book cannot be a human, or at least, it cannot be a person who can empathize with human beings.
He is closer to a god, a cold, cold outsider who is independent of the world, watching all the truth and dirty things.
His words are incisive, pointing directly to the darkest depths of human nature, but it seems to be covered with a romantic mist of softness and peace. These two extremely contradictory things are perfectly blended between the lines, giving readers a novel sense that cannot be experienced by any other author.
He writes about sin, flowers bloom, sex, and pastoral songs, but no matter what he writes, his words always have a detached and cool feeling.
No matter how strong the hatred and the hot love are, they are cooled into a glass of light and tasteless white water, and then slowly flow into the pages of the book.
Some people say that he is too numb to the sufferings of the world, and even vaguely indulges in praising some bad habits from the old era, but those who have truly understood him know it.
He just doesn't care
He doesn't care about anything
Because except for the words, everything has nothing to do with him anymore
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