Chapter 180: Together in Silence (10)

(10) Sentiment xù is low

When I'm down, I often eat non-stop, with sesame candy being slice after slice and mung bean cake being slice after piece.

I never had to worry about getting fat, but I was really worried about being too thin for a while.

That day, when I went to find Sister Aiying, we wandered along the stretching stalls, and we had to look at the things we liked for a long time.

In the end, she also ate hairy eggs, which had faintly revealed the embryos of chicks, and she said that eating them would make me gain a little weight, sprinkle with paprika and pepper, and the food would become much more docile. But I always suspected that I would grow tumors after eating it.

Every time I see her, I feel inexplicably better. Because in front of her, I can expose my truest side without being hypocritical or worrying about making mistakes.

For example, when eating a dirty snack along the street, we can chew with impunity, regardless of who will see it.

I'm worried she's going to disappear, so I'm going to get in touch every other day. She's half a year older than me, we've known each other for four years, oh, five years in a few days. We are patients. I've seen each other's most lonely and helpless looks.

She has to be hospitalized every year, so I feel healthy when I see her.

I haven't been in the hospital since then, and she praises me enviously every time.

In fact, that sentence may be true: When you start to enjoy happiness, your body and bones will be weak!

After reading my article, someone left a message like this:

Men will not hit their beloved women at any time!

When a man really falls in love with a woman, he is resolutely reluctant to beat her, even if sometimes her little temper makes it difficult for him to bear, he will take out the humble heart of a man to tolerate her. There are two kinds of men who beat women: one is that he doesn't love this woman at all, and the other is that he is a macho man who doesn't know what it means to love others, not only does he not love his own woman, but also his own children and parents, he doesn't love either, he only loves himself. Don't expect this kind of man to protect his woman, he is like the kind of stupid house dog who only dares to bark in his own home, and when he leaves the house, he will only run away with his tail between his legs.

So this netizen said that my magic novel tells a hopeless marriage story, so don't write it!

If there is violence, of course, it can't be true love, but how many of my life have been true love? I have passed the age of dreaming of true love, and I can no longer find true love and write about the true love of my dreams, so I can only scribble and leave as few traces as possible before I die.

I think he exudes warmth like a spring branch.

I think he's very special, handsome and straight, with unruly eyes.

He often surprises his friends throughout his life, and the warmth is irresistible.

I'm a person who likes warmth all year round, and when I drink milk, coffee, and beer, I also drink the foam floating on it, and I feel that is where the temperature is. I miss him.

He said that if he called every day, he didn't say why.

I called that day, but he didn't answer, I don't know why.

In "East Evil and West Poison Ultimate Edition", Maggie Cheung said:

I thought that there was a saying that would be a lifetime, but in fact, what does it matter if you say it or not.

Leslie Cheung said: When you know that you can't get it, the only thing you can do is not to forget it.

I know that that's where the warmth is, and I know that there is no zài!