"Text/Unpoetic Knife Boss" I have always been against driving. I always feel that it is good to have someone to carry it, so why bother to maintain a car.Besides, I often have to go back and forth from south to north, and I would rather write a novel comfortably on the train for more than three hours, rather than holding the steering wheel to overtake or be overtaken on the highway, exhausting myself. I also have a hard time reassuring myself.I always suspect that once I step on the accelerator, it will be impossible for me to learn to park on the side of the road, or identify where to get on and off the highway.So save yourselves and just concentrate on moving towards the strongest novel mound on the ground.

However, I really have no principles. In the end, under the persuasion of Shaggy Dog, I learned to drive together in the summer two years ago.That was really a sweet memory. The theme song of that summer was Eason Chan's "House of Flying Daggers". We both kept humming it every morning when we were learning to drive.That is the best memory of my life. But I never bought a car, because it was too much like what adults should do, and I wanted to stay like a kid for a few more years, lest I get a rash on my body when driving like an adult.Mao was very considerate of me, even though Mao began to smell like an adult.

Over the past year, Mao and I have been on and off. Originally, I always thought that the relationship between me and Mao was like a tug-of-war. No matter how noisy we were, as long as we didn't let go, no matter who won the battle, the two of us would eventually embrace each other. But in the end the rope snapped. After all, Mao left me and went to the United States the day after our relationship suffered a major setback. many factors.None of them are decent. "If you are capable, you can buy a car immediately!" Mao said angrily. So, I gritted my teeth and bought a car.I eagerly hope that when Mao returns from the United States, his relationship will turn around.

For as long as I can remember, I've been a life moron.Saying this is not an exaggerated rhetoric in the novel. I shamelessly mess up many details of daily life, and I also rely on You Mao's company.I have to be accompanied by Mao when I go shopping, I like Mao's company very much when I watch movies, and I want Mao to listen to me when I tell stories.Tell silly jokes, eat, feed the dog, travel, sleep, buy pants, do magic tricks, all are used to having fur around. Mao complained most often that he could not see the passion for love in me.I'm sorry, but "together" is the solid appearance of love in my heart.I stubbornly acted like a kid, stubbornly got used to life with hair, and treated Mao as my family.In the end, there will be panic, and there will be no hair.

Gradually, Mao grew up, but I did not. When Mao spent three weeks in the United States, I held the steering wheel cautiously and fearfully, and carefully practiced in Changhua. As long as there were no book signings or speeches, I would go around Bagua Mountain and stroll Zhongshan Road every late night.There is only one belief in my heart: "I'm going to Taoyuan Airport to pick up Shaggy Dog." Then he showed a bright smile like a kid. I used to drive very well, but with the support of my belief, I finally got used to the feeling of sitting in the car.Sure enough, as long as you are willing to work hard, you can do a long-term exclusion of driving very well.There is a style.

However, I am not familiar with expressways and Taipei at all.It was a heavy burden for me to drive to Taoyuan Airport and still have to send Mao back home in Shangcheng. It doesn't take much imagination to know that I must be so nervous that my stomach hurts. Good things like technology come in handy right now.So I went to NOVA and bought a PDA with GPS satellite navigation. For the past two days, I have been practicing the reaction speed of watching the navigation while driving, hoping to look like an adult in front of Mao.If becoming an adult can solve things. But just half an hour ago, Mao made a phone call from the United States, confirming our final relationship.

I found that my favorite is still the one who will do a lot of stupid things with me, the kid's hair.And now I am pretending to be an adult, but in my bones, I am still that stinky brat who always shouts to be a powerful person.This me, Mao no longer needs it. "Then, just keep that sentence. Just when you almost forgot all the things we did together, just remember that I love you very much." Hanging up the phone, I couldn't help falling tears.I have been crying all the time. I know that getting used to driving is completely different from getting used to a hairless life.

The day after tomorrow, I will still overcome all difficulties and go to the airport to pick him up. Although on other paths, I have been unable to move forward. All my self-esteem has been put on a gamble, poured into that, blurred and clear little ghost hair.What an honor.One day in the future, when I meet Mao from the kid period in another world, I can hold Puma in my arms and smile with a clear conscience.I have never regretted writing, until now, I still look forward to our feelings.I really want to take care of Mao for the rest of my life, no matter which Mao it is. But I can only bless.

I sincerely wish Mao safe and happy.In front of the Bodhisattva, we had a good relationship for seven years. Goodbye.My favorite, someone else's bride.