That man is dead.

Hong Kong's erotic places are different from those in the mainland. There are many Lou feng on the same building. On the corridor rose red fluorescent lights shine on the small advertisements on both sides. Prostitutes are nothing more than Cici and Feifei. The old Hong Kong movies in my memory are the same. When I was a child, I saw more TVB's favorite place was Hong Kong. I often teased whether everyone who went to Hong Kong had a West Kowloon serious case complex in his heart.

"And the Lou Feng on the first floor of Tsim Sha Tsui," I replied. I always think I'm a little abnormal. I remember watching a play called "Armed Reaction" when I was a child. Xiaoming's mother is also Lou Feng, with weak eyes and pink blouse and leather skirt. This woman is really beautiful.

The man is not a Hong Kong man, a coastal city in a local province of the mainland. I'm not familiar with him, and I'm just a hearsay about him. Especially the death is more famous. Everyone knows that he died of sexual abuse. I like the clean guy. The first time I saw a rooster in the social dynamic, he said that he was infected with pornography and gambling poison. What I hate most is getting involved with such people.

Where I live long ago, go straight across the street on the left and you will enter a special street.This street is narrow and not very prosperous. There is CBD 5 kilometers away. The tall buildings covered up the small floors. When the weather is bad, the floor tiles are wet and smell of dead mice.It's not because of this that it's special. Villages in the city are characterized by filth and disorder.

The special thing is that there are many massage shops which do not conform to the market rules. There is almost one in a few households, among which there are also various KTVs. Sunshine seems to be unable to look directly at the alley. The electric poles and floors are covered with various small advertisements for the treatment of syphilis and gonorrhea. There are also small, narrow shops like barbecue stands and adult products.

Sometimes I have to pass this street. I never dare to look in the window of the massage shop, dare not be too direct, and disdain to observe their lives.

Whether it's day or night, there will always be one or two women lying on the sofa in the window, lazily playing mobile phones or watching TV. Then talk about who the woman slept with and who the man bought the gold ring for his wife. They painted exaggerated makeup, glamorous red lips and heavy eye shadow. There are also wanton black stockings.

I especially hate women wearing black stockings, especially the elderly women, with a pair of earthy high heels. Before listening to some gossip from aunts, those women were very humble. Maybe 50 yuan can make them not even have the dignity to be human. 50 yuan will make it through the long night.

Later, when I was passing by again, I saw a middle-aged man standing at the door of the massage shop, pulling a little girl of ten years old. This kind of situation was rare.

People are always curious and gossip. I slowed down. The middle-aged man raised his hand, pointed to the woman in the glass door, and shouted to the child

"Look, this is a bitch. Your mother is a bitch. You will be like your mother in the future."

Then he laughed and the little girl panicked

, the crowd around them laughed. This kind of smile makes me shiver. I see strange animals in the zoo and disabled people in the street. They laugh the same way, from children to adults.

The laugh of curiosity, the laugh of sarcasm, and the laugh of hot trouble.

I looked at the woman in the window again, as if I was not in the mood to play with my mobile phone. Looking at the tiles in the ground, I wonder what I'm thinking

The little girl watched the middle-aged man go away, and her empty eyes did not blink.

I escaped from this right and wrong place and never walked this road again.

All the things in the world have a way of shielding. What you see is not necessarily the truth. What you see is not necessarily the truth. Human greed, at any time, anywhere. Go indulge and leave some wonderful memories for yourself. After the joy, loose pupils, messy hair around the fingertips. Just after dawn, I woke up and found that the huge bed was only myself. Everyone knows the rules of adult games, but there are still people who violate the rules. As if the rules were just a fiction. It's better not to bring the past to the future.

The first day as if nothing had happened. I found that the canned pineapple didn't expire, but I didn't like it anymore, just as the man didn't love it anymore. The next day, I began to savor the canned pineapple.

"Then will you like me?"

Yes.

"Will you always like me?"

"No, love has a time limit. Maybe I only have 9 hours and 40 minutes left to love you."

In this wonderful memory, the last thing is to have feelings. The world will not wait. Fantasy is beautiful, and reality is not necessarily cruel.

Since we understand the rules of the game, we should abide by them. Love is to try first and then love, but hate wrong hard to return! Love is asking for trouble. Some people are only suitable for living in memory. If not, it's best not to think about it.

There are some things you pretend you don't understand, and there may be extra surprises.

Yeah, the most meaningless thing is to pester someone who doesn't want you to.

So he went looking around like crazy. He went to a deserted place. That place can slowly have flowers, trees, everything. Just can't hold you, even a little shadow or breath.

He once said that he liked the most real you, but you took off your mask, saw his frightened expression and wanted to move. You start to doubt, you start to be sensitive. The funniest thing is one night's love, but you take it seriously.

You start to panic, you start to panic, your life has become a mess. You've become a man, a ghost, a ghost. Look at yourself in the mirror and you'll think, "Yeah, I'm a ghost."

At the end of the day, you've completely lost your mind. More and more you feel how uncomfortable the fresh air is breathing and how dazzling the warm sunshine is. You dare not look at it for another second for fear of blinding your eyes. Walking in this sea of people, as if naked to be watched and reviled.

It's tiring to climb the stairs. What you hate most is climbing the stairs. Yeah, you're not you anymore. It's 39 floors. It only takes you 1 hour and 9 minutes. How's the air on it? See how small the people and things below are, as if a strong wind is blowing, they will disappear.

It was the best day to watch, but the picture couldn't be fixed all the time. Love is a game, you lie to me, I lie to you. Now more and more people do not like to tell the truth, and more and more people do not like to listen to the truth. Don't lose yourself

It's windy on the roof. I didn't like red at all. Red is dazzling and you are not a hot and lively person. The red skirt shakes the Yi in the air, the black and white world embellishment is just right. It took only a minute, or less, to get back from the 39th floor.

In a book, when people die, they will become quantum superposition. The past time is compressed, three billion seconds of life, all appear in the same time and space.

Memory is compressed to a few short seconds, as if life is fast forward. You think you've given all you have, all you have. Don't force others to accept your choice just because you have paid. After all, it's you who break the rules in this game. Now you should be out, too.

The vicissitudes of life are sometimes the same thing. This wonderful memory is to take you through the mountains and the sea of people, through the desolate bridge? The biggest misunderstanding of a woman is that she thinks it's "love". He's just flirting.

If you are in love, work hard. Love is not as good as work, because work will not fail you, and you will pay back. Even if I let you down, I will not let you down as thoroughly as my feelings. Short, ambiguous, infatuated, desolate. It's better not to have an outcome.

Disordered time, disordered thoughts, group together like a bunch of broken crystal. Love has a shelf life, just like the favorite Swiss Roll will expire.

Sometimes I wonder if the world will be a well written program. Every day we go back and forth. It's just that some people's programs are garbled. After all, every program is unique.