贝克街 222A琴房

建设中的世博高架步道



外墙很美丽的非洲联合馆



某一天，出租车上看到的大雨



我养的决明子



话剧中心对面的拿铁，它固执的不肯转过来



饼干的同学送的杨梅。酸甜可口。

长夏伊始。我惊觉在这个入夏的月份里，一篇日志也没有留下。

是疏忽呢，还是忙碌到没有了心情……一切都只是借口罢，虽然每日还会自恋的打开这个页面，有零星碎语与千言万语，都最后懒得记录。

恩，这是断然使不得的。即使现在整日里打交道的都无非是些钢筋水泥建筑面积门窗尺寸何时布交馆何时布展……我仍然记得当年身为伪文学青年的自己。如果再加上一个伪，我就负负得正，光荣跻身文艺行列了……

最近最热衷的几件事：
1）和藤条萌小孩，萌东纶。这个叫炎亚纶的小孩，任性幼稚天真甜蜜可爱，常常自演自导悲情戏男主角，于是我非常非常爱他~~
2）TB…………
3）偷菜……………………

好吧，我承认，繁杂的工作是会让人变得越来越没出息滴~~~~

翻了翻收藏，还是很甚多美食图片没有传上，以下是3月底（……）和饼干去吃俏湘阁的图~~~



送的豆角和萝卜丁……不记得了辣不辣了，看上去应该是辣的



木桶黄牛肉，一看就知道是辣，依稀记得有点偏老，但很劲道~粉丝一如既往的好吃~



这个好吃！那个绿色的东西我忘记叫啥了，在英国一直吃，都是水煮一下拌麻酱吃~
这个菜里的木耳特别好吃，爽口又入味~



招牌，鸳鸯鱼头~~两种剁椒做出来的，好吃！鱼肉很嫩~~~~
不过我觉得，套句彭彭姐的话来说，这天下就没有我不爱吃的鱼头…………

在另一个blog上勤勤恳恳为了攒rp写了一个巨长无比的blog后……我居然顺手把那个网页给关了……

吐血……这难道就是我多日不更新的结果么…………

好吧……………………尽管我已经没有力气去重写了，但是，照片，我还是可以贴的……

这是在one of 我们办公室的多次fb之一（我们办公室的fb啊，估计能在上海办公室排上个前三没问题……什么在TB上买土豆片和鸭舌啦，什么一起网购yy啦，什么唱歌吃饭鬼混啦~~~~）

地点是96广场的渝信川菜……唉，其实前面有一段曲折动人的故事，刚不动了……



我们坐在了美好的露天座位~~~~这川菜吃的，真小资~



…………捂脸很迅速的饼干↑



泡椒凤爪↑ 酸酸的，灰常可口的冷盘~



花椒炒乌骨鸡，花椒很多，肉很少↑但是麻麻辣辣~好好吃~



泡椒牛蛙↑……为什么我们一直在点泡椒呢~~反正有辣到！因为连自封辣神的饼干也说辣……我们要相信她这二十多年的人生经验……

日子见暖了。tee也好，纱裙也好，出镜率越发频繁了。

淘宝逛的不亦可乎，从土豆片，鸭舌，一路买到黑猫警长的tee，大象的项链，还有玫瑰花绚烂开遍的纱裙。

用一千多的包包搭配29元的tee；用定制小西装搭配烟粉紫色链条包——新同事说~XX，你好有范儿啊~~

我暗爽然后明爽。

我最喜欢的疗伤系文《看着你》（还是《看着我》?）里有一句话，我记得尤其牢，大意是最可怕的不是来不及做某些事，而是当那些好事摆在你面前时，却失了做这些事的兴趣和精力。

想想真是一针见血。有太多的事情需要时间的前提，霓裳羽衣，美食出游——世上78岁的名模只有那么一个，能前呼后拥写意漫步全球的有钱生涯，估计也落不到我等平凡人身上——于是能穿出玫瑰色的年轻肌肤，能让黑色都熠熠生辉的灿烂微笑，能在烈日下一日踏遍布拉格的精力，是所有化妆品护肤品还有营养品，都挽不回的时光。

这不是悲观，只是残忍的事实。

是快快地走，还是慢慢地欣赏，总是拉扯着我们时而冲动时而放任。也许最难的不是尽兴，而是在霎那间明白，哪些事情是必须当下去做，哪些是可以等待，哪些是要和时光赛跑，哪些可以任凭岁月来装点。

无疑，吃，穿，旅游——这样重要的大事，自然是要时时刻刻心心念念矢志不忘的。



↑ 某次吃的蒙骨王火锅，鲜到掉眉毛~~

Dear Aaron,

 

I came to know you utterly unexpected. You were in a TV drama recommended to me by a friend, “终极一班”. I still remembered the first time I decided that this boy was to my favor: it was because the song, “Camouflage”. Despite of all the cliché of youth love triangle in the drama, you caught me with the picture of playing an air piano.

 

The way you fell in love, legitimately, Xiaoyu, made my smile and it hurt.

 

I watched so much so the director could never fool me. Long before everything came out I knew why you were angry and what was being hidden effortlessly. I did manage to ignore Anqi and just admired the youth of yours. And youth is beauty. So fragile. So human. So long forgotten.

 

I tried the song in English, so it doesn’t hurt so much.

 

He beat me in love

And I had no choice but to guess

That you cry for joyfulness

 

He arrived before me

And I could only encore

In the shade of love's loneliness

 

I wear greetings as my camouflage

Putting on a friend's tag

 

I wear fake smile as my camouflage

Admitting that I was defeated

 

You extended your hands in the air, playing an invisible piano.

You bought the first cell phone so she could reach you.

You emptied your entire childhood story to her.

You taught her to listen by heart.

You made her hear.

 

Then all I could think of to say to Xiaoyu, was sang by the song. I could only assumed that I was too grown, although, I was then of your age. Somehow I laughed at myself for being touched by the immaturity of the drama, but who could not be marveled at your pure sweetness and young bravery?

 

Xiaoyu, we all have our own Camouflage. And you are far from a master. Her twinkle of smile, her drop of tear and her silent goodbye were deadly weapons to you. Yet still you loved, as if never hurt.

 

So many pretty boys, handsome guys and shining idols I have seen and praised, but who can be compared with the crystal beauty of yours?

 

But then I knew that you, Aaron, are more what youth has blessed you with.

 

Following Fahrenheit’s dramas, naturally I watched “终极一家”, which was a long long journey until I found you in the later episode.

 

I was actually amazed at your performance as the “League Leader”. You’ve learned, practiced and made progress, obviously. I remember you explained your performance during some entertainment talk show (“女人我最大”) that despite the very few lines Ding Xiaoyu had, you tried to express the character through body languages. Now you’ve grown so as the light in your eyes. They have made you a respectful yet cute leader that stood up to the dark power.

 

It was a step further than the Xiaoyu, a simple prince-of-charming in girls’ dreams. Jiuwu was, first of all, a teenager who craved for attention and understanding  (maybe more than respect), attention that was not given to the leader of the space, but the boy who is not only shouldering the protective shield of the whole space with his own energy, but also a singular gourmet that had ridiculous taste. That’s why I enjoyed the interaction between you and Lan Xinmei or Dadong. You made great families. You made my day.

 

I hoped, for awhile, that you will never grow elder, at last don’t rush to. Time was the cruelest judge in the world that wouldn’t allow youth to stay even one more second on human beings. That’s why we cherish every single form of youth that we are lucky to have.

 

So take care of yourself, for a sound body is the best carrier of your charm. Honestly, we would like to see you faint, faint and faint in the drama with face looking pale and eyelashes ridiculously long. But that was drama. I adore you more in the real life, with rosy cheeks and bright eyes that were unique to young boys. Do be cautious with your legs. Old wounds can be extremely annoying and you have a road of flowers and applause in front of you.

 

I have been expecting MIT for quite a long time. All the waiting deserved. As much as I wanted you to stay sweet and amiable, you have stridden faster than I could anticipate.

 

Being a detective fan, allow me to ignore most of the storyline in the MIT, but it was truly enjoyable to watch 007’s performance. I guess the schedule was really tight so at the beginning, all the actors and actresses seemed a little bit too intense. Then you guys got better. I saw your diligence and how you tried to understand 007. Being a genius is lonely. Being the son of a world famous father is even tougher. Did you find yourself a little similar with 007? So young, and so much fame.

 

And it seems you never got lost as if you were born to be overwhelmed by love and adore. Well, for you, it comes very nature. And I am just glad to offer more.

 

A year was how long I’ve known you and your team. There was time that you’ve been hidden by the hustle and bustle of my own life. But easily you stood out against the routine life and made every split of second looking at you a cup of truly satisfying black tea in a gloomy afternoon. With milk and sugar, that’s for sure.

 

Thank you, Aaron, for being that way.

 

Oscar Wilde has once wisely pointed out that “Only the fool will not judge by the appearance”. Your beauty of youth is the classic proof of that idea. We like you just the way we like our innocence. We adore you with much we adore the morning dews, the gentle breeze and the loving aroma of a blooming cherry blossom.

 

Still, my dear Aaron, being 20s is never what can be counted on. Being young is merely the accident of time, but youth, is the eternity of mind.

 

Enjoy the love and fame for they are what you are bound to receive, and with all we could wish, stay in youth forever.

 

We expect to see you in more venues and settings, with your unique spell, to light up all the days and following years.

 

 

如题。

生活琐碎点滴不想放在这里。但是今天要冲上吼一声：

烤鱼真辣啊~~~

Still，这里应该给我矫情的萌，并持续做梦自己仍是文学青年。

楼子里的女人们终于开始萌起了小孩，而我的爱在寂寞许久后终于有了同伴。

这个不会开罐头的大少爷。

这个没吃过苦的乖小孩。

这个总是晕得无比积极的病美人。

结果是，越来越爱。

佛曰，不可说。

于是所有的愿望，都收进了前人的诗句。

春日绿庭前，
再拜陈三愿。

一愿世清明；
二愿身康健；
三愿但如梁间燕，
年年得相见。