Chapter 91

Walking along the Yellow River Road, Shanghai immediately exposed its ugly and mediocre face.

At best, walking on this road called Snack Street, you seem to be just a medium-sized city, with the same Chinese-style buildings on both sides, covering their heads with dirt and drooping.

After passing two horizontal intersections, a cluster of white forest-like residential buildings suddenly appeared in front of me, just like white clouds coming out of the mountains, each of which was beautiful and beautiful, looking after each other and supporting each other.

There are railings around it, like a key protected territory.

On the gate of the community facing the south, the four words "Golden Time" are engraved. It is hard to imagine that this is the name of this community. It gives people the illusion of a poetic fairy tale paradise.

Shabby looked up at the buildings that were all over thirty floors, while walking towards the east.

The houses here are all simple lines and pure colors, and there is no special appearance that attracts attention. They seem to be village girls from the countryside, dressed in a simple and unpretentious manner, standing here in a simple and quiet manner.

A special status and a special mansion often need to be hidden in the ordinary appearance to conceal its essence.

Just like a public servant always likes to act in a friendly manner on the outside.

Architecture is often a reflection of mentality and culture.

This is why Shanghai's history says it solidifies on those buildings with mixed canines and teeth.

Urban buildings are a revitalized spiritual history.

Can you find familiar traces?Xiao Mu asked as he looked at Shabi's gaze.

There is a plausible feeling.Shabby turned her head and said blankly.I can't remember where I was at that time now, but I think it's probably in the middle.

What is the depth and memory of a city?

Are they the land and area occupied?

No, the characteristic of the city is its maze-like streets and alleys, and it is a tortuous corridor built by humans in bricks and steel bars.

When the city undergoes renovation and demolition one day, you will find that the area occupied by those sweet-talking buildings is actually quite small. The places where so many life and memories have been accumulated and condensed are actually just a palm-sized area.

As Shabby looked up at these new buildings, it was difficult for her to find the shadow of her past life.

The ever-changing power of the city, like a storm, destroys all the old traces of life.

Have you ever had those low, dilapidated wooden houses under these high-rise buildings like nouveau riche?

Have you ever had those narrow alleyways that she was familiar with in her childhood?

Have you ever had her memories that will never be forgotten?

Are those places that treasure her past an illusion of the city?Have they been removed from this city by the huge power of urban transformation?

The development of cities is cruel, and it erodes people's memories for the greatest pleasure.

In the city, people's history and memories are like attics, suspended in false places, and are destroyed by the city at any time.

The city is like a huge meat grinder, like a merciless greedy mouth, swallowing humans and their memories.

The city’s refreshing intensity is amazing, countless times that of the countryside.

If you can find the old traces of familiarity in the countryside for many years, then the city is a completely ungrateful and treacherous person.

The city always favors youth, and its strongest original color is youth, and all ancient and old people are abandoned by the city.

When a girl sinks into philosophical confusion, her face exudes a charming color.

Shabby seemed to be immersed in the memories of the past, as if she had traveled through time and space, and returned to the unattainable past. Her body was still placed at the moment like this, and her soul seemed to have no time to control her body at this moment.

And such a confused expression was uncovered before Mu Yan's eyes.

Mu Yan stared at the woman who looked at the building and the distant years beside her. He was deeply shocked by the ever-changing aura on her body.

At this moment, Shabby presents a kind of extreme beauty unique to women.

Her body is mature, exuding the rich and fragrant smell of a mature woman, but her expression is childish and simple. When this distinctive woman's color is intertwined on a woman, it makes her complex and changeable, just like a piece of porcelain that can feel different luster and brightness from different angles, but overall it is so intact.

She is both complex and simple, both fragrant and simple, simple and fresh, both ambiguous and pure.

The ultimate beauty of a woman is actually such a mixed variety.

At this moment, Shabi, who was confused and confused, was unconsciously reaching the peak of a woman.

A woman's beauty is often hard to come by due to an unexpected detonation.

This kind of beauty often bursts out suddenly at a certain time and at a certain node with no reason. Its uniqueness makes this beauty only disappear instantly, only recall afterwards, and never replicate again.

Many people have lamented that the charming beauty of women is like a flash in the pan and never comes back. Men's pursuit of women is actually to re-enact this beauty and hope to collect this beauty. However, women's meteor-like beauty is often like passing clouds.

After men lose the beauty of such a woman, they will also look for the holiness of the past in the future in the future. Referring to the holiness of the past, men will unconsciously find the beauty of that woman again according to the beauty of the past woman, and look forward to it blooming again.

This psychological link between men's instinct of being fond of the new and old forms the basic psychological basis of men's fickleness.

Xiao Mu was fascinated by the sight, and even Shabi turned around and looked at him, he seemed to have not noticed it.

Xiao Mu, what's wrong with you?Shabi was a little scared by Xiao Mu's obsessive eyes.

nothing.Xiao Mu was reminded by Shabi, and felt a little embarrassed. He withdrew his eyes and said to himself: Look at the building, I see you Ah.

What do I have to look good about?Don't you see it every day?Shabby couldn't help laughing.

What did the past sentence say, "The West Lake in the middle of July is nothing to see, you can only see the people in the middle of July." In fact, there is nothing to see in Shanghai, you can only see the people in the middle of July.

Haha, you didn’t read it after you got home for such a long time, but when you came out to see Shanghai, you looked backwards.

Shabby said unintentionally, and as soon as he spoke, he suddenly felt the teasing meaning of the words and stopped awkwardly.

A woman will inadvertently reveal her ambiguous mood, which is actually a tease that she wants to refuse but still welcomes.

Women like to play with fire, just like the two parties in an affair who controls the flow and takes the initiative is actually women, and it is often women who add to the warming of emotions.

This is exactly what we quoted above by the great Russian writer Comrade Solokhov: If a bitch doesn't have a tail raised, a male dog will not go up.

With this sentence, Xiaorikhov had reason to list senior Xiaorokhov as his favorite writer.