"What is love?"
Ai Qing put his arm against my computer desk, supported his slightly tilted head with his palms, and blinked at me with his bright black eyes, his voice still clear.
What is love? Etc! I need to think about this.
In the past twenty years, I have passed countless friends and lovers, big and small. Some of them were very loving, and some of them were constantly quarreling. However, I always chose to just watch. After all, no matter how good they are, they don't belong to me, and no matter how bad they are, they can't hinder me. Therefore, I can't learn "what love is" from them.
Occasionally, like other girls, I would read novels and bubble dramas. Those songs that revolved around beautiful scenery, romance, life and death, love and hate, often made me burst into tears and stay up all night. But if you continue to ask me "What is love?", I'm sorry, I think I just watched a "farce" about other people. After all, no matter how beautiful the story is, it does not exist in reality. What's more, what really makes me excited is just the heart-wrenching performances of the dazzling male and female protagonists who occasionally deviate from the script.
If things develop according to the above, I think I will completely fall into the great ranks of "rotten girls, otakus, and leftover girls".
Of course, things can't be that bad.
Until five years ago, I met him. That one has made me excited, happy, sad, and confused countless times. . . I can no longer find adjectives to describe the man, I think he should tell me, oh. . No! It taught me "what love is."