Chapter 152 woman in love with big candle

Love can be sluggish, sick for a long time, or even dead but not stiff; one night flows for a long time, but it is boring and boring, and smoke seems to be wafting; readers think: this is "mosquito-repellent-repellent love". Five years later, she got rid of the mosquito-repellent man with red head and green body who seemed to be on and off, but she was afraid of a new relationship, like fireworks; , smoke from all four eyes, I have to ask the fire truck to send chemical foam. Suddenly, as God wished, she met a man, handsome, healthy, good-natured, tall, filial, and promising. The man told her that he was not a mosquito-repellent incense, or a firework, but a candle; He wholeheartedly illuminated the way for her.

"It turns out that besides fireworks and mosquito coils, there is such a candle!" After the readers cheered, they asked me: "The candle man is so good, there must be many women competing for it, what should I do?" "; However, even if this is not a good man, at least it is a good metaphor; a man, it is not bad to be able to tell a good metaphor. Many poets have left their names through the ages with just one sentence. A good man is the same as any good thing in the world, the price is fair, for example, everyone loves it, and everyone loves it; the problem is that a good man is slightly different from ordinary dead things: men can choose "buyers" and "users" .

Even if he is loved by everyone, he does not need to be loved by everyone; he believes that you are a good user, holds your hand, and decides to follow you on the road of life where traffic accidents often occur. He will not and should not Go and hook up with other women casually; hold your hand today, and grow old with other women tomorrow. Such a "candle", if the master does not shine on the west, and ignites fires in all directions, it is not a good thing. Meeting a real candle man, being a good user and not extinguishing his love is enough; a candle has only one wick, so it won't be distracted; if he is easily taken away by other women, then he is just a man in a hotel room. The flashlight, the light went out, and the alarm bell rang. Even if the woman held him and walked around, she was still flustered, calling for help, and calling for the sky.