Chapter 5 Section 4

Thinking about it this way, journalists who photograph celebrities should have more fun than journalists who photograph political figures.Politicians often change their clothes, but no one can tell, and they keep doing the same actions, waving, cutting the ribbon, hugging other people's children. Fortunately, they occasionally doze off with their mouths open, which is already very exciting up. Most of the celebrities are beautiful, and those who are not beautiful are more or less mischievous. It is much more fun to shoot. I have already taken too many photos, why did I ask the reporter for a photo of me and her?

Because neither of us remembers taking this photo. After presiding over a somewhat troublesome ceremony, the two quickly changed into worn-out clothes, went to eat, and then toasted each other.She's blushing and squinting, and I still have the unshaven beard my stylist sponged for me, and we're like dudes in an opium shop, cheek to cheek in this bleary shot Photo. I have a photo holder that swings up and down and holds several photos.After the reporter and I wanted to take this photo, we clipped it on this clip that dances with the air. We're fine in those other photos, too, but often too energetic to see the restless side of the two of us.

Misunderstanding <by the pool> dear baby: Because of your relationship, I rethought the process of our coming to this world, and I found that there is no clue enough to show that life can be happy. You will announce your birth with a cry.You will cry to inform everyone that you are hungry. If there are any signs that endanger your existence, for example, mosquito bites, hot fire, or big dogs are fierce to you, you will use crying to remind others to help you out of danger. Laughter is useless. Such "alarm devices" are set until we die, so we are easily disturbed and sad.Ten good things throughout the day are nothing more than receiving a little bad news before going to bed; being praised by ten people is nothing more than a passer-by calling you a pig.Our happiness is not long-lasting and unsustainable. On the contrary, our unhappiness helps us survive in the face of danger.

If a cave dweller who lives in a cave smiles and revels in the scent of birds and flowers, but ignores the black smoke from the unextinguished ashes, or the poisonous snakes lurking at the entrance of the cave, then she and her baby will not live long. Bar. Sadness is our defense switch.And happiness is nothing. It turns out that happiness is a misunderstanding, a trick we conjured up.We are programmed to worry and worry, not to feel happy, right? Baby, we don't have to believe in evil at all. When you were born, just laugh three times to crack it. Laughing Animals <Breakfast Table>

dear baby: smile. With the exception of some dog owners who insist that their dogs laugh, laughing seems to be a special skill of all animals. I have never seen a laughing pufferfish, or a sneering rabbit. This unavoidably makes me wonder: smile, maybe it is another misunderstanding caused by our yearning too much. Jagged Love <Hotel Room> dear baby: When I was young, I was secretly scared by many cruel and charming love stories. Although I was not in love at that time, I already felt that this thing seemed to be an important drama in my future life. Coming soon, not to be missed" trailer.

Among these love stories, there is one in ancient China, who is very cruel. The story is about a king who set off to fight with an army, stopped and walked along the road, and when he camped by a water, the king fell in love with the goddess who was always stationed by the water. They lingered for a while, until the king realized that if he didn't leave and continued on the journey, his army would collapse, and the battle he should fight would mercilessly abandon him, one-sidedly announced his ridiculous absence, and Absence will inevitably bring about his defeat. The king insisted on saying goodbye to the goddess, but the goddess tried to keep him, but she couldn't keep him no matter what.The goddess had no choice but to agree to let him go.

The next morning, the king assembled his army and was about to set off. When he walked out of the cave where he lived, he saw that the sky was dark. It turned out that there were flying insects flying all over the sky, covering the sky completely.A king who is about to go on the road, not to mention advancing, cannot even discern the direction of the sun. The king retreated into the cave helplessly, but the goddess appeared again, comforting him, telling him to stay patiently for one more day and make love to him. After another day, the king walked out of the cave, and the sky was full of flying insects again, covering the sky and the road.The king had no choice but to retreat into the cave again.

After three days like this, the king told the goddess on the night of the third day that after he went out to fight, he would return to the water to meet him again.The king solemnly wrapped a precious green belt around the goddess, saying that the belt was the evidence of their love and asked her to treasure it carefully. The goddess put on the belt, and although she was moved, she also knew that the king had made up his mind, and he would definitely try his best to break through the difficulties and leave at the next sunrise. Early the next morning, as expected, the king had already put on his weapons and was ready to leave no matter what.Unexpectedly, the number of flying insects has doubled or tripled, turning the day into night.

The king squinted his eyes and searched for flying insects, and finally found a flying insect with a bright green waist on the uppermost sky. The king opened his bow and arrow, and with a "swish" arrow, it shot through the flying insect with green waist. The green-waisted flying insect fell, and in mid-air, it was restored to a goddess with a green belt. It fell lightly into the water and died. As soon as the goddess died, the flying insects transformed by her all over the sky disappeared in an instant, and the sky was clear, and the king led the team to leave. Baby, the story is over.

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