Twin pretzels

THE LOUD BAR, THE LIGHT OF THE EARTH, CAO'S SMILES AND QQUEENS, AND YAO'S HAPPY BITES ON THE EARS OF A WOMAN, WHO SMILES IN FRONT OF HER BACK AND DRINKS RED WINE, AS IF THIS WAS NONE OF MY BUSINESS. A CARD SEAT, FOUR PEOPLE, FOUR FACES, FOUR HEARTS... THE BLUE HEART, THE RED AND GREEN, THE FULL OF LIFE. SECOND-RATE ACTORS ON THE STAGE ARE TRYING TO INTERPRET HIS VULGARITY, AND THE VARIOUS COLOURS BELOW THE STAGE ARE EITHER WORKING HARD FOR LOW-LEVEL PLEASURES, AND THE LITTLE BEES ARE TRAVELING BETWEEN THE STAGE AND THE OTHER. REALLY BORING. ALL OF A SUDDEN, IT'S IN THE CURTAINS, SO THE HEART CAN'T BELIEVE ITS EYES. SCRATCH YOUR EYES, OPEN YOUR EYES, YEAH, IT'S LITTLE Y. FASCINATING MAKE-UP, GLAMOROUS DRESS, A TRULY HAPPY SMILE, SUBVERTING THE BLUE MIND. WAVE TO MOMMY: 1106. MOMMY'S TRYING TO EXPRESS THE WHITE MOOD: "ALL RIGHT, HANDSOME, ONE NIGHT, IT'S THE BEST. I'LL BE RIGHT THERE." 1106 CAME, AND IT WAS A LITTLE BIT SURPRISING, SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO THE HEART UNDER MOMMY'S GUIDANCE: "HOW ARE YOU?" THE SOUND IN THE EAR MAKES THE HEART BLUE MORE CERTAIN. SHE'S LITTLE Y. THIS HOUSE OF BOOKS, A QUIET GIRL, IN THE BLUE EYES OF THE HEART, IS A LILY FLOWER, LIKE ADAM EVE'S TEARS, A KIND OF PITIFUL PURITY. BLUE NEVER SAW Y IN THE DARK BECAUSE BLUE FELT THAT CALLING HER AFTER 10:00 AT NIGHT WAS A BOTHER. LITTLE Y IN THE SUN, THE WHITE DRESS, THE GENTLE EUPHEMISM, THE ELEGANCE OF THE VOICE, THE HYMN OF POETRY, THE SILENCE, THE EXAMPLE OF A GIRL. SEE YOU TONIGHT, TOTAL SUBVERSION. Y POURS TWO GLASSES OF RED WINE, AND SHAKES HIS TONGUE LIKE A FANCY RESTAURANT, AND SOME THINGS ARE BONED AND NEVER CHANGE. BUT THE BLUE HEART WONDERS IF SHE'S USED TO THE FLAVOUR OF ONLY ST. TIMILON. "AMAZING? "THE BLUE HEART NODES. A CHARMING SMILE: "I'VE BEEN HERE ALMOST A MONTH." "WHY? SOMETHING HAPPENED AT HOME?" THE SILVER BELL MAKES ME FEEL THE SAME WAY. YOU'VE NEVER MET YOUR GIRLFRIEND." "DON'T BE RIDICULOUS, THIS IS MY REAL FRIEND. NOT THE BEE." LITTLE Y SMILED AT BROTHER CAO AND TOOK OFF HIS HEELS, SO HE EASED HIS BODY IN THE ARMS OF THE SOFA AND PUT HIS HEAD ON MY LEG: “ALL IS WELL AT HOME, AND MY FATHER ASKED YOU HOW YOU WERE AT THE TABLE, SO I COULD SHOW HIM YOUR TEXT.” PICKING UP THE ZIPPO LIGHTED CIGARETTES, Y WENT ON TO SAY, "I'VE BEEN A LADY FOR 22 YEARS IN THE DAY, TIRED, AND I WANT TO LIVE ANOTHER LIFE. BUT I CAN'T LET MY PARENTS AND FRIENDS WORRY ABOUT TAKING THE TIME OF THEIR PARENTS' VACATION ABROAD, AND I'LL STILL BE MY LITTLE GIRL IN THE DAY, AND AT NIGHT I'LL HAVE A LIMIT TO MYSELF AND BE ME. NIETZSCHE SAYS GOD IS DEAD, AND PEOPLE SAY PHILOSOPHY IS DEAD, AND I DON'T WANT TO LET MYSELF DIE. IT'S TOO SUDDEN TO HEAR NIETZSCHE IN THIS VANITY ENVIRONMENT, Y OR Y, JUST A LITTLE MORE RELAXED, AND I NEVER DARED TO THINK THAT SHE WOULD BE SO LAZY TO SIT ON MY THIGH IN PUBLIC, SMOKING CIGARETTES, DRINKING RED WINE THAT WASN'T GOLD BELLS, AND IT'S REAL. A NIGHT OUT. BACK HOME AT 3 P.M., THE HEART BLUES WERE STANDING ON THE BALCONY, LOOKING AT THE EMPTY STREETS AND THE TIDE. MOVING ALL THE WAY, LOOKING BACK AT HOW MUCH WE CAN GO THROUGH IN OUR LIVES, THE SCULPTURAL REPETITION OF LIFE MAY BE A WASTE OF LIFE. THE WORLD IS ALREADY IN AN ALARMING REVERSAL, AS THE WINNERS CLIMB EVEREST AND THE WEALTH ELITE DIG IN THE COUNTRYSIDE. WHEN WE WERE YOUNG, WE WERE OBSESSED WITH TV DRAMAS, DREAMING THAT WE COULD BE PRINCESSES OR PRINCES IN THE STORY. WHEN WE GROW UP, WE FIND THAT IT IS JUST A PUZZLE, AND WE WANT TO BE A LITTLE BIT OF A DISTRACTION FOR REAL LIFE, FOR LEARNING, FOR LOVED ONES, FOR FRIENDS. WE'RE JUST AN ORDINARY SOUL, AND WE'RE NEVER GOING TO BE ABLE TO GET THE SPARROW TO THE PHOENIX IN THE STORY. LIFE HAS TOO MANY RESPONSIBILITIES, TOO MANY OBLIGATIONS, TOO MANY ENTANGLEMENTS, TOO MANY FEARS. ARE YOU TIRED, REALLY TIRED, TOO TIRED TO MAKE YOURSELF HAPPY? WE'VE BEEN TRAPPED IN A BOX OF OURSELVES, AND WE'VE LOST THE COURAGE TO CROSS OUR LEGS INTO THE WAKE. THERE ARE CITIZENS OF THE WORLD WHO HAVE NO PLACE TO LIVE, WHO LIKE TO STAY THERE, AND WHO ARE TIRED OF HAVING TO CHANGE PLACES. THEY SPEAK MULTINATIONAL LANGUAGES AND CAN FIND JOBS ANYWHERE, A TYPICAL POST-MODERN WAY OF SURVIVAL. THEY ARE TIRED OF THE SENSE OF MEANINGLESSNESS OF LIFE IN PERPETUITY, AND THEY ARE FED AND FED AND NO LONGER LIVE FOR THEIR ENDS. THE WILL TO LIVE IS ACCOMPLISHED ACCORDING TO A NATURAL FLOW, WITH NO ESTABLISHED DIRECTION AND EXPECTATIONS, BUT WITH A CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE. THEY ADD VALUE TO THEIR LIFE EXPERIENCE, WHICH IS LIFE. IN FACT, HAPPINESS IS ABOUT DISCOVERING THE MEANING OF EXISTENCE AT ANY TIME AND ANYWHERE, EVEN IF IT IS TO STIMULATE ADVENTURE. CHANGE OF IDENTITY IS ONLY A WAY OF ACTING, AND ABOVE ALL THE COURAGE AND DETERMINATION TO TAKE A FRESH STEP FORWARD, SUCH AS THE COURAGE OF LITTLE Y. REAL LIFE IS JUST THE EDGE OF OUR CHAOS, JUST A SMALL CIRCLE, DEPENDING ON WHETHER YOU WANT TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE. GOD CLOSES THE DOOR HERE, OPENS THE WINDOW THERE, CHANGES THE ATTITUDE, AND YOU SEE A DIFFERENT SKY. IT'S A LONG NIGHT。