Lan Ben Jia Yi:

Content introduction:

The hero who grew up in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River was adopted by a disabled mother and later entered a university with his cousin Ye Zhiqiu. Ye Zhiqiu is young but inexperienced, and her experience is complicated, which makes her senior "I" look naive and thin. Two completely different sisters from childhood began their own completely different life experiences.

After experiencing the helplessness and loss of female roles such as love and being loved, cheating and being cheated, dislocation and failure of marriage, the two sisters have different understandings of the cruelty of human peace.

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My name is Ye Yisheng, and I live with my mother who sits in a wheelchair all the year round and deals with all kinds of fabrics in front of the sewing machine day after day. Her life can be summed up in four words, that is "Lamben's wedding dress".

two

Make it clear. In fact, many times, she wants to say to him: You are like a hesitant visit to me. You might as well not go if you know. But you can't disappear all day-it's not like a stranger.

three

Without fear, she learned to desensitize her soul: if the world is a hell, then this is a hell in hell. So you can actually be an angel. Only here, the heart will not be hurt-because there will never be a heart here.

spend freely

My life is so simple. There will be parties in my room from time to time. Loud music and fragrant beer filled the room. When morning comes, young boys take their girls home.

Lanben wedding dress sequence:

Text/Viola for seven years

Last winter, in a small street in Jincheng, I saw a wooden sign next to a door in the courtyard, on which the words "Lanben wedding dress" were written in regular script. I was surprised and moved, so I strolled back and forth and took photos.

Two months later, I went to this store again, but miraculously disappeared. I asked all the merchants nearby and said that there has never been a wedding dress here.

I suspect that this is just my illusion.

This summer, I finally finished writing "Lamben Wedding Clothes", and I know that I have bid farewell to an innocent age.

I believe that some people will feel dirty about the account in this book, and they are unwilling to close the pages and stop seeing another world that is completely opposite to their own understanding and imagination. They don't believe in the existence of this world-or they do, but they don't want to face it.

I mean, maybe.

But when we are all in the same garbage dump, those who stop insight have the right to stop insight, but I can't go on telling it in shame and stop at the truth that is about to be revealed.

I remember reading romain rolland when I was young. He wrote: See the world clearly and then love it.

When I first entered the Ye Zhiqiu Life Theater, I was very scared and looked at her and all kinds of people in the audience with great pain. I'm shaking with fear, too I can't believe that the world that laughs at poverty instead of prostitution is so dirty and terrible.

The world is a ship floating on the river of desire-the river is slightly rancid because the old and the new are too mixed, and human desires are mixed-but even so, we have to admit that all human desires carry the whole world. The desire to be a good person. The desire to do evil. The desire to live. The desire for death ... blends into a sticky and slow present, and finally turns into history, quietly flowing to nothingness.

And all this goes far beyond the legacy of love. About falling, about the price of curiosity. About defects, about goodness, about tyranny ... and finally, the insensitivity of the soul. The disappearance of perception and memory.

I followed her path and saw another disillusionment from one disillusionment. The gap between disillusionment is a clean hope, like a candle in the wind. I wrote it with the mood of writing obituaries, for people's hopes and disillusionment, for the purity and filth of this world, and wrote stinking confessions.

I feel I am duty-bound.