Chapter 206： the living

A friend with sacrifice is a common saying in English, which refers to a non-exclusive, non-dispatching relationship between friends, or an ambiguous relationship. To put it in layman's terms, it is a friend, a friend: to put it more advanced, it is to maintain an ambiguous and pure friendship.

This is indeed a myth that contemporary men can only dream of.

After Gu Luobei said it, Nata lì-bōtman was not angry, but chuckled lightly. Nata lìyibōteman and Gu Luobei are the same kind of people, smart, wise, independent, clear about their actions, and brave enough to bear the consequences of their actions. This is also the reason why Gu Luobei suddenly said this sentence, because he is very happy to keep a friendship with Nata lì yi bōtman, and everything that happened tonight is so beautiful, the most important thing is that he knows that Nata The tower lì-bōtman is very rational, and whether it succeeds or not is the result that can be accepted by the gods.

"Although you are very attractive, I don't buy it. It just so happens that tonight's memory is so good, and your proposal is really touching." Sure enough, Nata Lì-bōtman said with a chuckle, she was already a As an adult, you naturally know what you are doing. "However, I think this idea is for the time being. Maybe, I will talk about it later." Gu Luobei didn't mind Nata Lì-Bōtman's refusal, but just curled his lips. You know, I'm a sought-after man." This made Nata Lì-bōtman laugh out loud, "Then, tonight will be regarded as a one-time good memory."

The room was quiet again, and the scorching passion slowly dissipated in the air.

When the first ray of sunlight rose in the morning, it projected into the room. This is not New York,

It's not Chicago either, there are relatively fewer high-rise buildings, and sunlight is more common.

Nata lìyibōtman's eyes were warmed by the dazzling sunlight, and then she woke up. Yesterday, the curtains were clearly drawn, why did the sun shine in? Nata lìyibōtman opened her eyes and glanced at the simple and rigorous decoration of the business hotel. However, when she saw the messy clothes on the ground, there were also more laziness between her brows and eyes. A smile.

Looking at the balcony, the curtains were half opened. In fact, the early morning sun was not dazzling, but more hopeful and warm. The main reason was that Nata Lì-bōtman was sleeping in the wrong place just now, which was dazzling by the sun. At this time, Nata lì-bōtman adjusted a position, and no longer felt his eyes hot.

At this time, there was another figure on the edge of the balcony that attracted more attention. A six-foot-tall man sat on the ground like a child, which made Nata lì-bōtman feel a little funny. However, the figure lowered his head and looked serious, which made Nata lì-bōtman's smile at the corner of his mouth restrained.

This is the second time that Nata lì-bōteman has looked at Gu Luobei so intently. The last time was in the class of the Architecture Department, when Gu Luobei was drawing design drawings, fully devoted. Today's Gu Luobei is a little different. He sits on the ground, leaning sideways against the floor-to-ceiling window of the balcony, and scribbles on the drawing paper in front of him with the pen in his hand. His slightly wrinkled brows show his Engagement and focus.

The thin morning light reflected yellow light and shadow on the ground through the glass. Gu Luobei's head, which had not been cut in the past two months, had grown up, and a few smears reflected a faint reflection on his forehead. Those thick and slender eyelashes clearly reflected the projection on the bridge of the nose, which made Nata lì a bōtman a little sigh. In the past, I always thought that Gu Luobei was always used to méng his eyes with a layer of fog, but he never noticed why he felt this way. Today, I finally know, the thick eyelashes seem to be outside the window at this moment. The lightly fluttering morning mist blocked all the azure blue eyes behind, blocking all exploratory gazes.

Although Nata Lìyibōteman had long known that Gu Luobei was a person with a story, she never wanted to explore it, because they were all the same kind of people. The memory hidden in the heart, if you want to say it, you will take the initiative to say it. If you don't want to say it, no matter how you ask it, there will be no result. Being too curious will on the contrary make the friendship alienated. Perhaps, this is one of the reasons why Nata lì-bōtman and Gu Luobei can become friends.

The thin mouth was pursed slightly at this time, and the determination at the corner of his mouth could tell his stubbornness, which surprised Nata Lì-bōtman. From what she knew, Gu Luobei was unrestrained, free-spirited, flamboyant and free, but stubborn, so she never understood it.

The man in front of him was wearing a white shirt at this time, and he was so handsome that he was suffocating in the sun. Although Nata Lì-bōterman felt that it was tacky to describe him, she still had to admit that this man At this time, he was like the most noble prince in the royal family, elegant and extravagant, and even the finger holding the pencil was an exclamation point.

Looking down along Gu Luobei's line of sight, Nata lì-bōteman saw a few pieces of drawing paper. If she remembered correctly, they should be the ones that Gu Luobei had in his pocket yesterday. He seemed to carry the drawings with him. paper habit, though don't know why.

At this distance, there was the reflection of the sun, and I couldn't see clearly. Involuntarily, Nata Lì-bōtman crawled forward, but because she was still the same as last night, and her clothes were still on the ground, so she It was also pulling the quilt and moving forward, like a silkworm chrysalis, rather like a kindergartener.

The sound alarmed Gu Luobei, and when he looked up, he saw Nata Lìyibōtman who was moving, stiffened and stopped. Seeing the rare embarrassment on Nata's face, Gu Luobei burst into laughter, and the sunny morning suddenly became much more cheerful.

Although Nata Lìyibōtman's cheeks were a little hot, she still kept her composure. Since they were all seen, she continued to do it to the end. Then he moved a few steps forward, and the whole person was lying on the edge. From this distance, he could see much more clearly. "What are you doing?"

Gu Luobei picked up the drawing paper on the ground and motioned to Nata Lì-Bō Terman, "Write a song." Nata Lì-Bō Terman only looked at it, then shook his head, saying that he didn't understand, Her talent in music is very limited, but Gu Luobei went on to explain, "Last night, we didn't talk about it. Recently, the churches in Boston and New York have become very lively. After the incident in September, It seems that everyone is starting to devote themselves to prayer."

Nata Lì-Bō Terman nodded, "Well, a word of "Hallelujah" seems to be able to calm my heart." Nata Lì-Bō Terman propped up his head with his left hand, his brown hair hanging down. When he came down, the snow-white arm came out, but he had a different style. "But don't you like it?" Gu Luobei put the drawing paper on the ground again. "I don't like it." I thought that I drank again last night, and talked again. So many, Nata lìyi bōtman should not remember too much, did not expect the memory to be so clear "I always feel that instead of sitting at home and praying to God, it is better to do something practical."

"That's why you joined the volunteer team." This topic was not discussed in detail, just a little bit. Nata Lì-bōtman agreed with Gu Luobei's point of view.

Gu Luobei responded with a "yes 1" and raised his head again, looking at Nata Lì-bōtman, his blue eyes that were hidden behind the morning mist were clear and transparent under the morning light, making Nata lì a bōtman. There is a smile on the corner of Bōterman's mouth, "There is only one God, and there are so many prayers in the whole world, he can't take care of it. If there is time to meditate on "Hallelujah", I think it is better to use this time to reflect on my own mistakes, and even do it Some real things, I think God will like more." The dead are gone, so are the living. To let the living move forward with faith is the greatest grief for the deceased: Let the living continue to move forward with hope, which is more precious than anything else. This is the truth that Gu Luobei has always believed in, and it is also the truth that he realized when he was three years old in his life.

Therefore, after the incident on September 11, Gu Luobei did not immerse himself in regret for too long, because he knew that he must be strong and cheer up and work hard for the people he loves around him. Gu Luobei joined the volunteer team without hesitation, that's why.

"When I woke up in the morning, I saw a lot of people in the church opposite, and I was inspired to write this song." Gu Luobei turned the topic back to the drawing paper in front of him. It turned out that he was just writing. , This is also the first time Gu Luobei wrote a song for the attack after the September 11 Incident.

"Can I make a **** and listen to me?" Nata Lìyibōtman's eyes were bright and she looked very interested.

Gu Luobei just shrugged, did not answer, and sang directly. Gu Luobei's clear voice has long since recovered since he had been up for a while. He just hummed softly, without any lyrics, just a melody, which made the whole morning quiet, even through The sunlight coming in from the windows seemed to have stopped.

"Sometimes, on a silent night, God prefers to listen to a mother's lullaby with tears, rather than a hallelujah: Sometimes, God prefers to hear a drunkard's cry, a soldier's pleading for life, than a hallelujah. Ya: We talk about our suffering, God only listens to it as a melody Our beautiful Taobao women's clothing Tmall Taobao mall Taobao women's winter jacket m The noise, the real cry from the broken heart, Better than a hallelujah.

Sometimes, a woman holding on to life, a dying man giving up fighting, is better than a hallelujah: sometimes, the tears of remorse shed for a reckless act, the silence when there is no word, is better than a hallelujah. We speak of our suffering, and God only listens to that as a melody.

Our beautiful Taobao women's clothing, Tmall, Taobao mall, Taobao.com women's clothing winter coat m, the noise, the real cry from the broken heart, is better than a hallelujah. "The softly chanting voice sang in the depths of the spirit, and Nata lìyibōtman couldn't help but close her eyes, and the picture in her mind became higher and larger, as if depicting the whole world. No The accompaniment of musical instruments, without the aid of sound effects, is just the clearest and most primitive sound, but it plucks the heartstrings deep in the heart.

Unconsciously, Nata Lì-bōterman's closed eyes felt a burst of warmth, and she knew that it was tears. It's not grand, it's not sad, it's not strong, it's just a touch of sadness, it's just a fresh grief, but it makes the softest part of my heart tugged together.

Yes, what we do, as long as we work hard, will be better than a hallelujah just because this is the proof that we are still alive. ! .