Or summer Jiangnan: Shanghai is yours, not mine (2 / 2)
Something light rain
H took me to dinner. Exit Hengshan Road, a busy high-rise low-room clutter to descend quickly, the city is a normal Shuran all.
City, has always hated the side while I loved, such as Shenzhen, and I hate it in accordance with the heady and non-indulgence, but also it depends on the passion of its young life of freedom and convenient comfort. High-rise buildings, I would often either Ambilight inner turmoil, or moods dark, boundless blue sky can not see green Jiaoren feet rootless. Now, is a hate-oriented, I did not wish to flee Zai Xian, Shenzhen, Shanghai, and even mood to enjoy its bustling, while the head is still asked me to descend quickly Pudong, Shenzhen, atmosphere and comfortable feel that much more than that.
H is my friend years (including a full-time drivers) to drive the best, move fast and live and sure, like the fish in the fish to travel through; reversing another mad and accuracy also relentless, like the exchange blows with the police fugitive masters, The gentle with him from head to toe nothing to do.
He said the food before you take me to see a thing, and we shop in the sunset shot of the car into the river like a lively fish toward the Lujiazui.
"Look! Quick look!!" He shouted. In a section of overpass, we are facing the sun, such as the blood falls Pudong Iron Ridge reinforcement of economic and trade buildings, the building seems to be flame cut an empty section of the waist as shocking. He said he loves the scenery. I do not know why he Aisha this scene, I prefer to watch the sunset fall lifeless into the mountains or the city after the transpiration in the evening mist, but added that his timing was amazing sunset.
Supper is the Super Brand Mall Japanese restaurant to eat. Chia Tai Square, a modern, flows with the young breath of excitement, as if excited with what he wanted to jump out of four sides of House. Eating tea place, the window position because it can face the Bund, are occupied people to rush, but no one to enjoy the scenery.
One-off thing pitiful, and the Northeast compared with the large cap food is simply great-grandchildren, with the ancestral relationship between the age of my grandfather, gill health we could not even asked for a four. Neon out of the window changes the leisurely, reveals a bit of elegant, graceful are slow. Simple signs are the domineering, and there was a kind of "I'm famous, I am in the beach" arrogance. I am reminded of Shennan Avenue colorful neon running jump those lights only reminiscent of "luxury to sensual pleasures."
After dinner, we have a stand on the station at the Bund, where like the zoo or the cinema, there are straight people want to go out of the pile head.
H have a good place, HSBC Building, top floor bar called Can birds, he said, where I would like, and often lack of personnel. Building quiet, elevator light silently placed a layer of us, then take on the top floor. Sure enough, the orange light years apart from easing the English song silent no way ambiguous, then nothing. Each lamp lamps have a great personality, a few small ornaments on the chic, elegant bar where a warm and peaceful painfully know Gandianshenme good. Looked out the window, some people on the beach is far too lonely.
"H, we have with people with the city be found in a suitable distance, right? Too far from lonely people, as is now the feeling of looking out the window; too close to the people are also lonely, for example in the crowd. It seems to live on the third floor to the five House is a suitable distance. "H a lot of things and I feel close to, that is what I got on happily with him one of the reasons.
Xintiandi is a turn the next morning, one to be proud of the people of Shanghai will be brought outsiders to visit the place, a new place to find old feeling place. I am not interested in the bar, after all, did not go to H has been recommended in 1931 (remember, he said on the bar at the Hengshan Road). The early morning bar with last night's weariness is my favorite. I like the morning and afternoon of the bars, this time from house to house only looked at the facade of those lazy, convinced to admit Shanghai Shenzhen taste than the bar. Do not look at what I have always Mangmangtaotao, I think I was a lazy bones bar, there is no rush like no pressure from the leisurely feel.
That something was difficult at the German restaurant to eat. Later, with the H or in the street turn, followed him to the flower market, with his pick lilies. There is H in, the streets of Shanghai close to his life out a bit.
Merrill Lynch Tower at night to eat, fried crab Xiang was unable to eat much, they could not bear to lay down their chopsticks, Hen Buneng pour pockets full leisure, stroll in the street got nothing to do when dipping a finger licking, so always be able to mouth are delicious with.
H drive when we are all happily blind hum songs, the hum from the Road to the 1931 change rut go KTV. Singing with H is also very energetic. In fact, we all came together to do energetic, yet we have had a brush burning match, and when Flanagan lit a candle, matches to go, I had snuffed it. So far I do not know to do are right or wrong.
I returned late at night Anting. Tomorrow morning, I will go alone in Suzhou. At this time, suddenly some nostalgia Shanghai. Go to a local general more hesitant to leave there is always one to accept defeat,
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Anting carrying a backpack walking on the road toward the direction of left Shanghai. The morning sunlight, breeze and Montreal's London plane trees swaying shadow me sad. I walked Q: Why Shanghai is yours, not mine? Even if another again and again to make me go to Shanghai life, I would refuse. Shanghai is yours, not mine.
Author: bigbecky
