This is a story that takes place in the rose city of Shenyang, the three heroines in the story, each experiencing different emotional lives, love and desire, responsibility and faith, implying the waves and undercurrents, intertwined with enmity and hatred. They have the passion to struggle, the persistent struggle, and swim in the dilemma of ice and fire. The novel takes the sensitive emotional problems of the moment as the starting point, the three heroines are of different ages, different ideas, women in the new era pursue independence, the transformation of various roles in life, in the context of the increasingly prosperous city, we must bravely shoulder responsibility, adapt to the ever-changing concept change, and finally integrate into the torrent of the times. The novel was written in 2014 and is only today that I have the courage to publish it. It has been many years, the world has been updated, the network has intersected, the information is transient, and there is nothing new under the sun. What the author expresses is the thinking and exploration of a certain type of event, if it can coincide with the current concept, it is exactly what is expected behind the codeword, if it can bring you a little touch, it will not be in vain To plan the hard work of the layout. (The character names and storylines in this article are fictional, please do not enter the seat)
In the autumn of 2012, it was a sunny afternoon, and a few wilted leaves hung from the trees on both sides of the street, like a woman in the twilight, scratching her head by the wind. Shen Xiaoou sat on an orange bar chair near the large glass window, one hand carelessly stirring the cappuccino in the white porcelain cup. She wore an off-white knit sweater, a pair of light blue ripped jeans, and her mocha hair hung down to her collarbone, and her hair was soft and smooth. A rock music came out of the speaker, and Shen Xiaoou's short hair gently fluttered with the rhythm of the music, leisurely intoxicating. Every weekend afternoon, it is the time for Shen Xiaoou and Lin Qiao to drink afternoon tea, and every time they meet Lin Qiao, Shen Xiaoou is left and right. Think about this information age, the train has accelerated, this Lin Qiao still has a slow and lazy attitude. Shen Xiaoou almost forgot how she and Lin Qiao became friends with Mo Rebellion, some people say that they are like-minded, but she and Lin Qiao are just the opposite, Lin Qiao is that kind of delicate and gentle woman, but what about her? It's a tomboy. To be fair, Shen Xiaoou is not ugly, with fair skin, cold eyebrows, a straight nose, and red lips slightly open when laughing, revealing two small tiger teeth. Such a look has also added a lot of popularity to her, at least in the circle of friends, Shen Xiaoou is famous for her righteousness, and her personality signature reads - I am me, a firework of different colors. "Hey, little gull, I'm sorry, I'm late..." Lin Qiao finally appeared gracefully, looking at her willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, a long chestnut hair naturally and neatly hanging on her shoulders, wearing a long skirt with ink landscape patterns, and a thin belt with diamonds around her waist outlined the exquisite curves. Beauty, when will you be on time? Wasting people's time is equivalent to making money and killing people, you know? I've been walking around Fonda Square for eight laps before I saw your shadow..." Shen Xiaoou lightly raised his eyebrows, glanced at Lin Qiao, and said. "I was wrong, is it not okay?" Wait for me to accompany you for eight more laps..." Lin Qiao put down her bag, pulled over the chair, and sat down opposite Shen Xiaoou. Lin Qian, who has always been good-tempered, deliberately showed a pitiful look. "Yuck! You think I'm driving a mahjong club? This girl can not compare to you, a beautiful editor-in-chief, where to go have popularity! Shen Xiaoou muttered and said fiercely. Shen Xiaoou, can you not be poor! Lin Qiao took out her mobile phone to take a look, the time was really not early. It is really unfortunate to say that today, when I received a call from Shen Xiaoou, Lin Qiao was still blocked in the taxi, and on the road, she received a long-distance call from her classmate Zhao Yue, and this chat missed the station. Lin Qiao asked the waiter for a cup of coffee and milk tea, sat down and sipped slowly. She worked as an editor in an obscure fashion magazine, nine to five, but in her bones she admired Zhang Ailing's petty bourgeoisie. Perhaps it is precisely because she and Shen Xiaoou are completely different in personality that they have complementary styles.
At this time, the Fangda mall became lively, there were couples hugging each other to go to the movies, and young couples shopping with their babies, almost all of them were in pairs, and there were very few people who were alone. The café plays "Empty City" sung by the new talent singer Jin Zhiwen "It may be that the lonely air has become very thin and the neon has opened up the desert and waited for my heart to die, what stimulates my soul too deeply, too much love will go into the magic and let your free consumption in my suffering, this city is so empty, this memory is so fierce, this street is so busy, who can I hug..." A song makes an ordinary singer famous overnight, which is not surprising in today's society. As long as you have good singing skills and a little acting skills, coupled with exquisite shape packaging, of course, it is indispensable to open up all the joints, you are equivalent to the opportunity to enter Vanity Fair. Once you have this opportunity, your life may be rewritten from now on. Shenyang, the northern city, is quietly fading the temperature of summer and entering autumn. The setting sun slowly moved through the glass window, and the twilight gradually approached. Sitting in front of the large glass window and looking out, the street is still like running water, and the street lights of the stars on the side of the road are gradually lit. Lin Qiao and Shen Xiaoou drank coffee and wandered around Fonda Square. Some well-known brand clothing stores are taking advantage of the weekend to carry out discount promotions, shopping is a good pastime for those housewives, not only captures the signal of fashion, but also satisfies the inner vanity, which is why there are always more women shopping in the mall. The jewelry store's exquisite jewelry is shining, to paraphrase a Network buzzword is high-end atmosphere, showing the top luxury synchronized with fashion, enough to make every woman who loves luxury like a butterfly linger in the flower room. "Oh, what's going on?" Valentine's Day is over, and I still buy a ring, who do you want to give it to? Shen Xiaoou was extremely dissatisfied with Lin Qiao, who was hesitating in front of the jewelry counter. Who says you buy a ring and give it to your lover? In front of the dazzling jewelry counter, Lin Qiao picked a sapphire-encrusted pair of rings and was looking at it carefully. In fact, Lin Qiao is planning to choose a jewelry to give to her parents on the thirty-sixth anniversary of their marriage, she believes that nothing can express a strong and unswerving affection than jewelry, especially in this impetuous era, it is not easy to spend a lifetime in vain. "Miss, please wrap up this ring!" Before Lin Qiao could ask the sales lady, a couple standing behind Lin Qiao had already taken the ring for themselves. Lin Qiao had not yet reacted from the couple's arrogant and proud look, only to see Shen Xiaoou beside her pull on the man's collar, stare at his eyes with hatred, and roar: "Qin Hui, what are you?" In broad daylight, there is a slut, Qingqing me, do you still have a little bit of humanity..." The man named Qin Hui was about thirty-six or seven years old, wearing a dark coffee-colored pinstriped T-shirt, and his cheeks were covered with dense stubble. Seeing Shen Xiaoou, he couldn't dodge it, and a look of embarrassment appeared on his face. "Little gull, let go, you don't care about my business!" Qin Huiyin's face darkened, and he was ashamed and angry. "I'm too lazy to take care of it." However, you have to make it clear..." Shen Xiaoou glanced at the woman next to Qin Hui and questioned Qin Hui with his eyes. "Hey, what are you doing..." The woman deliberately leaned closer to Qin Hui's side, pointing at Shen Xiaoou with one hand, with a disdainful look on her face, deliberately raising her voice and provocatively shouting: "You let go of my husband!" The woman looked the same age as Shen Xiaoou, with smoky makeup on her face, long shawl hair, a goose yellow chiffon skirt, and a pair of slender legs wrapped under her fish mesh stockings.
"Does that have your part to say?" When did he become your husband? I've seen you do little third child, I've never seen you so straight, oh..." Saying, Shen Xiaoou quickly reached out his hand and slapped a loud slap on the woman's face. After being slapped by Shen Xiaoou's hot and spicy slap, the woman reacted quickly, taking advantage of the situation to smash the mobile phone in her hand at Shen Xiaoou, while scolding: "Which cottage did you run out of?" Nerve burned out and took the wrong medicine, ran out and bit people? Shen Xiaoou turned sideways wittily, but still did not dodge the attack. Only to see the APPLE mobile phone thrown by the woman throw a silver arc, impartial, and hit Shen Xiaoou's shoulder. Lin Qiao was stunned by this sudden incident like falling into the clouds, and was stunned for a moment. Subconsciously wrapped his arms around Shen Xiaoou's waist. I really didn't expect that even mobile phones could be used for self-defense at key moments, Lin Qiao cried and laughed. Shen Xiaoou still did not spare, Lin Qiao pulled her arm, she was still shouting at the woman: "My slap is to warn you, don't think that young and beautiful will come out casually to show off, obediently find a single man to marry, advise you not to provoke a husband with a wife, leave a way for yourself." If you want to be photographed on the wall, your aunt is waiting for you at any time..." "If you don't love, let it go and torture each other with a stagnant marriage, is it interesting?" The woman posed as a fish dead net, pressing forward step by step, not feeling at all reasonable. For a time, the entrance of the gold shop was surrounded by water, and a circle of people watching the liveliness stood at the door and looked inside. The woman's words shocked Lin Qian's heart, and her current unsightly identity can still be cunning in public, declaring war on traditional moral concepts in the name of love, and the emotional smoke in this chaotic red dust seems to have never stopped. Faced with such a situation, her fashionable magazine editor was also stunned. At this moment, Shen Xiaoou's side was already standing in a circle of onlookers, and some of them actually helped Shen Xiaoou out of breath and pointed at the woman and scolded. "Eating leftovers is not too bad, sigh, Xiao Nizi is going against the sky!" "There are so many new things this year, people are speechless!" "Hey, what's going on?" Do you know that this is a public occasion, what kind of system is noisy and noisy? "A man in a security uniform led two policemen through the crowd to Shen Xiaoou." Brother policeman, you're here. We're shopping well, and I don't know where to get a neurosis..." The woman tugged at the sleeve of the policeman in front of her, posing as a miserable person, and the wicked man sued first. "Shen Xiaoou?!" The policeman who was walking behind recognized Shen Xiaoou and couldn't help but exhale. Shen Xiaoou stared wide-eyed and looked doubtfully at the policeman who called out her name. He was tall and slender, and his eyes under his thick black eyebrows were full of righteousness... It seemed like déjà vu, but suddenly I couldn't remember where I had seen it. "I'm Gao Yang!" He said his name generously, but Shen Xiaoou was still confused. "You two will come back to the police station with me!" The policeman in front of him interrupted the conversation between Shen Xiaoou and Gao Yang, gave Gao Yang a look, and signaled him to take them back to the police station. Gao Yang! Shen Xiaoou's mind flashed some pictures in an instant, in that small village called Linghe Village, in that distant childhood, there was indeed a boy named Gao Yang, who once had a hazy image in her memory, but at that time, his name was Wuzi, not Gao Yang. "I didn't break the law, so why did you take me to the police station?" The woman picked up the phone on the ground and dropped its shell, and said very reluctantly. "Isn't it illegal to fight in a gold shop?" The policeman in front of him had a serious look on his face and said sharply. Lin Qiao didn't understand which one Shen Xiaoou was singing from beginning to end, and actually went to the police station. At this time, Lin Qiao found that the man named Qin Hui had already disappeared by taking advantage of the chaos. Did he go home to "reflect" when he escaped? Maybe I can still ask my wife's forgiveness... Lin Qiao guessed the development of the event with the sensitivity of her profession. (To be continued)
About author:Shui Xiulinglong, formerly known as Wei Yanwei, currently lives in Shenyang, Liaoning Province, and is a member of the Liaoning Writers Association. A northern woman born in the summer, watching the time to enjoy flowers and tea, relying on poetry to build dreams.