Chapter 20 love bury you alive

I am perverse, I am violent, everyone knows this. "You are so perverse and violent, has it been too long that no one loves you?" Some readers asked; this question seemed to be ridiculed rather than concerned; ridicule only made me more perverse and violent. Violence does not mean cuteness, I still think about this series of questions seriously: 1. Without love, can people really become violent?2. Have I lacked love for too long?3. Why do readers, especially those who love to sarcasm, prefer to read this kind of columns—they think they are “violent because of lack of love”—columns?

Question 1, it should be affirmative, not only humans are like this, cats and dogs lack love and also become violent; therefore, when I am not violent, I advocate: people should love each other. Question two, have I been without love for too long?Love, how often do you want to come or do it?Isn't it called "lack"?I have been in a few relationships, and I don’t have too many regrets; it’s not necessarily difficult to find a woman to fall in love with; my family is harmonious, and my friends are harmonious; readers, although there are not many writers who are “full of love, not violent at all”, but Occasionally, there are a few who understand my violence and fall in love with my violence, that's enough. "Too long" and "lack of", not necessarily.

Question three, this is the real question: if I stop being violent and become gentle and honest, will this kind of noble reader with ivory in his mouth come to see me?Love is not talking about it, but doing it and doing it personally; those who talk about love every day just understand that if they talk about love and fill in the grid, they will get the greatest benefit and the most benefits. You like it, I press the copy button on the computer, I can give you a thousand "loves" in one minute, and within an hour, endless love will bury you alive; however, apart from love, I tell you clearly, I And I'm cranky and violent; if you piss me off, I'll show my true colors.

I have two true faces: one is reasonable and full of warmth; the other, holding a mace, just wants to drag you into a cave to be ravaged.Frankly speaking, I prefer to ravage people who mock me. Everyone has their own views on the world. Some people think it is a nightclub stretching tens of thousands of kilometers, some people think it is a playground, some people think it is a public toilet; I think the world is a forest, and the forest has its rules. The mother-in-law is breastfeeding, and the cheetah is tearing the calf's stomach over there; barbaric?cruel?Violent?It's you who are so rare.