It turned out that every girl has such a dream

It turned out that every girl has such a dream

30 years ago, obtained his CPA, single living alone, engaged in financial work, open a small bookstore.

have a house of their own, do not need big, fifty or sixty square meters bedroom terrace planted with sunflowers, a huge floor to ceiling windows, warm, round bed, the bed through the top of a large bookcase, books ready Take the wall of their own paintings, posters have photos, pillow headphones, glasses, tissues, ear plugs, goggles, clip, mirror, mobile phones are able to hand that to the state.

freezer filled Ferrero, milk, crushed ice, sesame paste, kiwi, dragon fruit ... ...

daily early morning, the alarm and touch the phone to get up, I did not stay in bed habits, too lazy to fold the quilt, wearing a big T shirt on the floor with bare feet kicked all kinds of CD and magazines, and a look unkempt Du Zhuozui to go to the toilet wash. Get a little gas, but frowning like brushing their teeth, and then Huanyi makeup, as long as half an hour to get everything.


prepare porridge of milk or egg bread, like a carefully prepared their own breakfast, eat and read the newspaper while leisurely relaxed, well for himself.

almost time to go to work during the day and white-collar backbone of the perfect image of a decent, stable ambition, infighting in the workplace, brave invincible.


night, for home cooking to eat, or go out to find something they like to eat a meal, find a friend to sing k or go to the bar to drink drink to see the film to find some small date.


Huanyi home early bath, soak in the tub and girlfriends talking on the phone, apply a mask doing the exercise, do not open the other room lights, only to open a desk lamp, the table on platters full of candy, peach meat, plum, chatting in front of the computer playing games listening to linkin write, to do the work belongs to the writer, will be buried myself in the dark, a very reassuring feeling.


bedtime cup of milk on the bedside table, his hand holding his beloved books while watching the nest, then slowly fell asleep ... ...

weekend time to their own sit in a shop open the afternoon, a mood of a small book store, put an elegant blues, not much seating, bookcases filled with people sharing their favorite books, love comes or not, tea reception, the entire store was filled with green tea faint scent, come in comfortable and warm sunbeams.


or tie a tail haircut, big T shirt tossed thigh running around barefoot in the house, washing clothes clean water and soil takeout. Mission on the couch holding a small black cat eating watermelon inside edge of horror movies, crying, friends gathering to play cards.
Oh, forgot, but also taking the time to learn French.



such a long break, when, carrying a big shoulder bag, wear your favorite Converse shoes, wandering.


like sitting in the car no destination to drift, like the feeling of bumps, as long as the head on the chair, will be drowsy sleep, and casually to what place, very stable .

to Beijing to watch the old city and modern strong impact collisions, see the 798 is full of art world, to feel vigorous underground rock bar love to see the name of nine eighth bend strangely distant history alley, slowly waking to hear the morning dove wings Beijing floating voice, the old people go to the park, carrying a sword Diaosang Zi radio singing Peking Opera ... ...


to Tibet to see the most pure sky and clouds, all the way to see homage of the pious old man, holding a prayer wheel to see the monks chanting a slow and leisurely collectively, to smell in the air bursts of sandalwood, see the breathtaking vocal beautiful ... ...


to Yunnan to find a small home on the open bars in the Square Street, dressed in colorful costumes of Yunnan embroidered shoes, rolled up with a Yinzan long hair, as natural as Wyatt dark in the bar the light and write, to fulfill his promise in the July 14 release in the near sea lotus lanterns, floating in the water to sit a little Wu Pengchuan, waiting for lover to return.


to France sitting in street cafes, eating croissants stay for a morning newspaper read, carrying a camera filming couple different colors under the Eiffel Tower, the Seine river, the street artists try to learn try to draw people like, throw coins in the fountain to see the Hall of Mirrors Palace of Versailles countless of their own ... ...


to Sa Hali desert, looking for footprints of San Mao, can be as cloth, like her long hair wearing a Dress running barefoot in the desert for a camel to find a complete skull and happy screaming ... ...

stop and go back to the city they live rock, a lot of people In many years




Finally, only, to meet you.