Chapter 374

Ruoxi is looking at the cold computer display screen with automatic screen saver, thinking about the sincere words Xia Yuhan said to herself.

The woman who sat outside with the dark angel said that she was in a bad mood today, but she was still in such a mess.

It was already dark. The room was dark. Through the dim light of the window, Lin Ruoxi saw that he was like a ghost, spreading on his shoulders, sitting straight in front of the desk, looking directly at the cold computer display screen in front of him. Then he imagined that some strange words were frightened.

Fortunately, such fragments and thoughts just now are only a fragment of life and are not really fixed on this grid. But Lin Ruoxi thought of this woman. From the words in this woman's QQ space, he can even conclude that this woman belongs to the kind of woman with both talent and beauty, but how can he think of something to supplement and daydream behind this woman? Would it be too secretive to make this beautiful woman and her father a fixed or PS a photo? Lin Ruoxi was obviously startled by his idea.

She gazed at the dark white wall opposite and stared at it for a long time, as if the old wall was the broken winged angel. In this way, she had been looking at herself miserably, indifferent to her poisonous tongue, and staring at herself all the time. She was only a little flustered. The opposite wall is very white. It is so miserable white that it doesn't even have a nail.

Lin Ruoxi confronted each other in the dark light and the pale wall, but she couldn't form the meaningful picture she wanted.

Oh, my God! What the hell am I thinking? What the hell are you looking at? Behind this question stood a suspense, which hung Lin Ruoxi's big and beautiful eyes. The still beautiful woman no longer knows herself at the moment.

In the dark, Lin Ruoxi stared at how she used to walk through the room, like a unique film. She seemed to see her rising, lying, lying, kneeling, swaying in walking, drooping clothes on clothes hangers, and the graceful body embracing the bed in the past nights.

This feeling makes Lin Ruoxi have a feeling of witnessing the gorgeous withering of time. Yes, it withers like falling flowers. In the withering, there is an eternal meaning, and every scene seems blurred.

In such a strange picture, Lin Ruoxi seems to see Wang Yue's sunny smiling face and feel Wang Yue's publicity of youth and vitality. But at this time, the young and beautiful things of himself and Wang Yue can't enter here. They may leak out in other places, or they may be just a shadow hidden by darkness and can't show their body. The darkness swallowed them, and Wang Yue couldn't see the flowing black hair, beautiful eyes and floating clothes here.

At this time, the woman's sadness and pain are like a gray finger. When she is happy, its shadow will suddenly appear from a mysterious place and touch her black hair, which makes her suddenly frightened, but finally achieved unspeakable loneliness. The man left himself alone in this cruel and humane foreign land.

The black night is still flowing slowly. The woman with some ghosts in the dark seems to see a red maple forest, or the kind of maple leaves that are red all over the night. Then there will be a sad and beautiful love story, but in the waiting of white ribbon, the ending of himself and Wang Yue will become more desolate than the falling of maple leaves. The two contrasting colors of white and red instead constitute a dark metaphorical relationship. These two colors are very much like the two colors in Wang Yue's bedroom the night he left himself, the white sheets, his place * Female * red, and Wang Yue's red blood on the corner of the table because of nervousness after his father came back.

In this foreign country, Lin Ruoxi felt that her mind at the moment was like a masked man. The masked black scarf was floating faintly. He was looting everywhere, but no one stopped it. When Lin Ruoxi pulled off his black scarf, she became at a loss in the face of this robber like man.

This still beautiful woman is at a loss. Whether she stands up beautifully in her palm or lies down quietly on her body is really a question worth thinking about.

In Lin Ruoxi's whole girlhood, she always had an illusion that she was losing many beautiful things she had forgotten for a long time.

Such a self has disappeared in w City. At the moment, what friends know is the smell of all words. Perhaps such information is far more lasting than their voice and face. At the moment, such a self is just drifting around like a dark cloud that can't recognize its face.

At this time, the wandering soul in the dark made Lin Ruoxi feel as if she was touching a hidden rope. As long as she gently pulled, the covered curtain would open and she could see the complete herself. However, when the curtain was opened, I found that there were countless curtains behind the curtain, but I suddenly lost the courage and strength to continue pulling the rope. It was so difficult to see the real myself, but it was good, whether the real myself was missing, which at least avoided the embarrassment of being naked to each other.

In fact, I always knew that the woman who stayed in her mind was the one who had not lost herself before, and tried to walk towards her again and again. However, when Lin Ruoxi found that every time she thought she was close to her, the place where she stopped was always the place where she stood at the beginning. After working hard for so long, she was not closer to her at all, So all the time, Lin Ruoxi even felt that she had been walking in her shadow.

I really want to truly describe the state of mind at this time, but because the description is too realistic, it seems more illusory, more dramatic, and even more like a performance. Its elusive makes my description pale and powerless in the end.

I have to admit that I am a plain person, but it is also difficult to grasp. Finally, I became erratic in this exotic midnight. Under my own shadow, all words lost the ability to control my soul.

But at this time, Lin Ruoxi really wanted to completely express his state of mind, because it had not appeared completely in his own narration. What he described was only its residual light, and its whole may always be hidden in his own life and other people's imagination!

Lin Ruoxi has been sitting in the dark, and the empty soul has been wandering outside the empty body, wandering in this narrow space, watching his daily life, watching his sitting like a ghost!