My name is Chen Mo, I am an ordinary worker and have a crush on the goddess Lin Wan.
One day, a system suddenly appeared in my mind, and I called myself "the last gravekeeper of romanticism". The tasks it releases are very strange in style -
For example, shouting "God made me single for the rest of my life" in the city center square.
For example, he recited affectionately during the morning subway rush hour: "Ah! My love is like this crowded train!"
For example, soak instant noodles in bitter melon juice and invite the goddess to eat it, and name it "Bitter Youth".
I did. Then it became a "crazy criticism of performance art" that exploded across the Internet.
But things started to go wrong.
There is a mysterious painter on the Internet who has painted all my social death scenes. The style of painting is so romantic that everyone in the comment section is laughing.
A colleague asked me: "Do you know the 'Poet of Night'? The person she painted looks like you."
I shook my head and said I didn't know him.
Until I found out——
That painter is Lin Wan.
She drew more than a hundred sketches of me, and she started drawing them half a year ago.
At this moment, she was standing on the rooftop and handed me a pair of chopsticks: "Bitter melon instant noodles, do you want to try it?"
I said, "Have you been watching me make a fool of myself?"
She said, "No, I've been waiting for you to know—that someone was looking at you seriously."
It turns out that the most romantic thing in the world is not something earth-shattering you do in public.
It's about the bunch of stupid things you did. Someone hid in the crowd and drew them one by one.
