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We do such and such things in life, and the reasons are really diverse and intricate.It is generally believed that a mature adult should always have logic in dealing with people and obey reason.When things happen, you should always think carefully before letting go. However, they may not have heard of a sentence from the London doctor—the London doctor once told me: Might as well wait for the matter to pass, and then come back and think about it after a while. Freud—yes, Freud—also said once that when encountering some small things in life, our actions should naturally obey reason. But to make some really big decisions, we should still listen to our subconscious mind.

Marcy Binningdale stands on the top of the 1,800-foot hill, with the entire harbor of Hong Kong unfolding beneath her feet.It was dusk.Like lighting candles, the lights in the city are lit up everywhere. The wind is cold.Her hair was blown over her forehead. I used to think her image was quite beautiful. "Hi, friend," she said. "Look at the bottom of the mountain, the lights are everywhere. We can see everything here." I didn't answer. "Shall I show you some places of interest?" "I've seen enough this afternoon. That John went with me."

She responded, "Oh!" Gradually she realized that she greeted me with a smile, but I didn't smile back.I just looked up at her, thinking to myself: This woman, did I almost... fall in love with her? "What's wrong with you?" she asked. "There's more," I replied. "How about an example?" I kept my tone very calm. "You use child labor in your sweatshop." Marcy hesitated before speaking. "Whose factory is not like this?" "Marcy, that's not an excuse." "Look who is making this high-level talk?" Marcy said calmly. "Mr. Barrett of the Massachusetts Textile Family!"

I was already prepared for this. "That's not the problem." "Why aren't you here? Your family has already had enough exposure. What is the difference between your methods and the factories here?" "That was a hundred years ago," I said. "There was no me in the world, and I couldn't object." "You're acting like a saint," she said. "Excuse me, who picked you to change the world?" "I said, Marcy, I don't have the ability to change the world at all. But I don't want to join forces with others. What can't I do?"

She shook her head. "Oliver, you played this broken flag of liberalism just to find an excuse to use it as a cover." I looked at her and said nothing. "You plan to break up with me, so you want to find a decent reason." I really want to tell her that there is too much reason to only hate me! "Forget it," she said, "you're only kidding yourself. If I gave away my entire fortune to charity and taught in Appalachia for a living, you'd Find a reason." We ask ourselves.But there is only one clear thought in my heart, that is, I just want to go quickly.

So I also admitted: "It is possible." "Then why don't you just have a little guts and honestly say you don't love me at all?" Marcy was getting a little restless.Not to mention anxious.Not to mention burning with anger.It's just that the original mythical poised demeanor is a bit difficult to maintain. "Don't say that. I love you, Marcy," I said. "But I just can't live with you." "Oliver," she replied calmly, "it seems that you can't live with anyone. Your heart is still in Jenny, and you don't really want to find someone else to be your new partner. "

I can't answer.It broke my heart when she mentioned Jenny. "You see, I know you," she went on. "You thought it was 'a matter of principle', but in fact it was just a scene. You just wanted to find an excuse that everyone could accept, so that you could continue to miss your Gianni in your heart." "Marcy?" "how?" "You are a cruel woman." After I finished speaking, I turned around and left. "Wait, Oliver." I stopped and turned around. She's still standing there.crying.But the sound is very soft. "Oliver...I need you."

I said nothing. "I think you need me too," she added, and for a moment I really didn't know what to do. I look at her.I know her feeling of loneliness is desolate enough to bear. But therein lies the problem. Me, why not. As soon as I turned around, I went down the mountain along Mount Austin Road.Never look back. The twilight has already merged. I really wish this darkness could swallow me up without a trace.