Chapter 65 A touching tribute

A fat and white friend lost his love, and everyone gloated and was very happy. Friends are not fat or white, probably can't face the small and dark self, and have to hide their names and change their image; in fact, falling out of love, human nature, is as natural as breathing air, there are only a few people who have never lost love in their lives; even if there are, It's not necessarily something to be thankful for; a big girl has never lost love. Time can dilute everything, it is nonsense, and it is also the most reasonable. Believe it or not, time is really like detergent, like bleach, even if you insist on not forgetting, writing down the details that you think are soul-stirring, and zooming in on distorted and obsessive photos, after a few months or a few years, then The heart-piercing pain gradually fades away; in a few months, in a few years, the old things will seem to be other people's stories, rumors heard; if you still read those love letters with every word and tear , you will feel that you are peeking at other people's embarrassing things.

If you have lost love more than twice, and you haven’t classified, chronicled, and written the name of the giver for those tokens of love that have become “relics” early, such as scarves, music boxes, and Hello Kitty, you may There will also be a lovelorn who puts on a crown and puts on his hat, picks up the bones, and makes time wash away. Facing a drawer of sundries, there is only three points of melancholy and seven points of embarrassment. Time, in addition to being like detergent and bleach, sometimes, in turn, becomes the developing agent for developing film. What was not clear at first is soaked in the liquid of time for a few days, and what is not clear in the mind becomes I understand: "Back then, I thought that the beauty would betray me, but it turned out that I was perverted and evil, and betrayed the beauty!"

When the karma is mature, you may be able to see what happened to the person who pushed you into the abyss of love and made you struggle to death in the sea of ​​jealousy.Looking back, I can only sigh: "When you hurt me so badly, what did you get? Why, and what?" In the bleach and developer of time, there is no so-called winner. To live well is to pay tribute to the years and feelings.