走在江滩,我买了一把烟花,点燃一枝,一手的绚烂,江风很大,吹出一脸泪花。夜,愈黑愈美丽。很故事,也很风情。“我就是贱,怎样?”崔子健拿照片离开的时候狠狠地骂我贱。这是我们认识以来他唯一的粗话,也是最狠的话。我竟然坦然接受了,并且仰着脸正视着他说:“是,我就是贱,怎样?” Walking in the river beach, I bought a fireworks, light one, gorgeous hand, the wind is big, blowing a look of tears. Night, the more beautiful the more black. Very story, but also very style. “I am cheap, what? ” Cui Zijian fiercely scolded me cheaply when the photo left. This is his only rhetoric and the hardest thing we ever knew. I even frankly accepted, and looked up at him and said: “yes, I am cheap, what? ”