Chapter 23 anglerfish love

On the bottom of the sea thousands of meters deep, there is a kind of anglerfish; I have known this kind of fish for a long time, and only after watching the BBC's "Blue Earth" did I know more carefully; it turns out that the female fish is bigger than the male fish, and in the dark trench, Only the female fish has a small blue light on her forehead. The sea is vast, and the male fish spends his whole life looking for that lamp. He has a sachet in front of his eyes, so dark that the female cannot see him but smells him. It's really not easy to meet; in the dead, cold world, they met, relatively silent, only mating.

The male fish is not like a human being, once he does it, he will be exhausted; from then on, he can only rely on the female fish and rely on her blood vessels to supply nutrients; he is the lover of the female fish, and also her son connected by blood; Big, no matter how difficult life is, she will not dislike him, nor will he leave her. What a perfect love story; although the story has no color, no sunrise and sunset; not even a flower, a blade of grass. We are not anglerfish, the world of mortals, there are too many choices, too many temptations. "Are you really going to love me forever?" the woman asked the man.The man nodded, sincerely; unfortunately, a lifetime is too long; we have invented the most precise clock, but we have no sense of time.

A man named Theon said: "Marry a good woman and you find a safe haven in a storm; but marry a bad woman and you find a safe haven in a storm." This sentence can probably be changed: "Dating a relationship with a good man who keeps his promise, you are finding a life raft in the sea; into the sea." We are not anglerfish, love, doomed to rambling, up and down.