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flower of pessimism 廖一梅 1218Words 2018-03-20
64 The next evening, I took a taxi to meet him.He stopped picking me up by car, because someone found that his car was often parked downstairs at my house, and the world of the two of us in the car was over. "Where were you last night?" "No, just play outside. He stared at me, making my heart tighten and my eyes sore, I knew I couldn't fool him. "I love you, are you satisfied!" I said harshly. "Stop it, it hurts me," he said. One thing temporarily saved me——Chen Tian went to England. I went to get my hair cut that afternoon, and he called. He was flying a kite with his son in the park and wanted me to come over. When I came back and called back, he had already left.

I said, "You went to London to hide." He answered honestly: "Yes, but if you want to hide from Qingjing, you are extremely busy before Qingjing, and it is not suitable to accompany anyone." Alas, he is really annoying too. "Don't worry, just put me last on your list." He wanted to say something, but finally sighed and said nothing. He asked me several times a few months ago if I wanted to go to England with him, and I kept saying no.If he asks me again, Britain?I will go to hell too.But he stopped asking, and I won't bring it up.He also called from the airport before boarding the plane. He always tried to be considerate, but everyone was still dissatisfied, unlucky Chen Tian.

He is gone, at least I don't have to think about how to see him all day long, how to stay with him for a while, I am satisfied with missing him, and I can also be quiet. At dusk, with the windows wide open, the wind blows in, bringing with it an itchy, numbing breath, my body constricting, and my stomach hurting.This is what it feels like to have love in your blood. The person in the mirror is thin and pale, as if a curtain would be swept away when it fluttered.I sat in front of the computer, I bought a new computer, and I was about to write my script, but what I wrote was another text——

There was a heavy rain during the day and it was beautiful.There was no rain in sight, just puffs of white smoke sweeping across the roof.The red lantern hanging at the entrance of the restaurant downstairs was blown away by the wind, and a young boy ran out to chase after it.The two children ran away screaming and screaming.After a while, there was nothing but rain.Thunder struck loudly. Thinking of you will think of crying, which is beyond my expectation. I go out for a walk by myself every day after dinner, and I know getting used to being alone is a sign of me growing up.When I was young, I was not like a cute baby. When I was in middle school, they called me a "sweet and greasy" girl behind my back. When I grew up, I was nicknamed "Baby".Later, I gradually understood that the less people need from others, the more comfortable and peaceful they will live.No one, even if he wants to, can fully satisfy another person's needs. The only way is to make his own needs in moderation.So when I feel the need for you is too strong, I will scold myself, I will restrain myself, and I will think of belittling it, making it ordinary and not harmful.

Polanski said in his memoirs: I learned that love is no different from comedy, sports and music. While enjoying love, people can feel that life is easy... When he felt this way, he was about thirty. "The Knife" was just nominated for the Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film, and it was a happy spring, surrounded by some beauties.I don't know if you have had similar feelings, maybe love should be like this.Love is comedy and music when I think of you as I walk and can't help but smile a little.But other times, it's torture.But torture is good too, so why is the tragedy of ancient Greece more representative of the human spirit than comedy?Because the qualities that make human beings respect themselves are not easy and pleasant, they are all stubborn attitudes towards irresistible fate, sacred attempts to maintain dignity, and so on.I used to be desperate to rush upwards when I smelled a bit of tragedy. I am afraid of the unlucky romantic complex, but now I am afraid and want to treat love as comedy and music.

I think you must hope so too.
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