When I was very ignorant, I read Zhang Ailing's Love in a City, a female writer who was admired by countless people, and everyone said that she was great. After reading the article, I didn't realize that it was any good. The heroine who loves unclearly and thoroughly is also a person who likes to calculate. Just remember Liu Yuan's words:. . . One day our civilization is completely destroyed, everything is finished - burned, blown up, collapsed, maybe this wall is left. Liusu, if we had met under this wall at that time. . . Liusu, maybe you will be a little sincere to me, and maybe I will be a little sincere to you. I have always kept these words in my heart, because I am also waiting for my love to be so passionate that it can overwhelm the city. I am waiting for a city to collapse. I saw his black eyes in the billowing smoke, held his hand, and talked to Zicheng.
After I had already fallen in love, it took me seven or eight years to understand Zhang Ailing's obsession. The unclear and unclear love turned out to be sincere and deep into the bones and blood. Every time I read her books, I realized that the love looked cold and cold. Although her arms were trembling with coldness, she bit her teeth hard and smiled more and more seductively, because it was the love she wanted. Only Qingcheng can accomplish this, right?