No, please, don't tear me apart
She whimpered like a little animal
But, I'm very curious about what's underneath you.
It turns out they are all the same
boring
——Thoughts after reading "Tear Me Apart"
I dreamed about The Hunter a few days ago (the heroine's telekinesis ability in the dream was Pearl Milk Tea 2333. I must have missed it because I haven't drank milk tea for a long time). I suddenly found the world of the living and read it. I still like the author Dada. Maybe I was too shy before and didn't leave many comments. The author probably has no impression of me. I have liked Dada since the time of True and False. I seem to still have the physical book at home, but it seems that I haven't started reading fanfics during the True and False period. It should have been finished when I read it. Later, World of the Living was serialized. When I looked back this time, I was still thinking about whether the writing would feel childish after so many years, but I ended up staying up all night to read it. It reminds me that every time I read a big novel, I would think about it for several days with a hint of sadness. And just like the comment from Jiajing said, it seems that I have become a mediocre and boring adult_(:3∠)_I used to write short essays, but now I have become a sad social animal. After get off work, I automatically become a happy fat house 233
Originally, after watching World of the Living this time, I planned to update it _(:3∠)_After all, Togashi only dug a hole for ten years before re-opening it (after checking, it seems that Togashi didn't cheat for ten years?) In the end, I wrote that Chrollo dug a hole and buried Sun Xiao. It was obviously you who dug a hole and buried us. But after reading this, I just hope that you, my wife, are safe and happy. It is also good to send some random words occasionally.
Ah, I have said a lot of nonsense. I don't know if the above words are really meant for you or for myself, but the following sentence must be for you: Mrs. Zidu, I like you.
So, when will you come back?
The method of teaching a child is actually the same as the method of training a dog.
"As if she understood his thoughts, the mother gently stroked his head and said to him gently: No, the puppy has no hatred, because it is just a dog.
Smiling, her mother continued: So, when you understand that you are just a pet, you must be willing to listen to your mother's words. "
The impact is so powerful, it feels like a headshot. This is indeed the subconscious attitude of many parents towards their children. We are just dogs, we can be loved and scolded, we can act coquettishly, and we can act mischievously. But we cannot refute them, because we have no thoughts, we are just dogs without thoughts.
Life is bound to be so entangled, and no one can tell what is right.
There is not much else to say, except for the "girl in red" I would like to say a few more words. The author's definition of it as "rules" is actually a little unclear. It should refer to some unspoken rules for interpersonal relationships in society, especially among groups. People are group animals, and it is difficult to survive alone, so even if you don't like it, you still want to be with the girl in red, because you don't want to be alone, but in a group, you can't stand out too much, you can't have a personality, so you become faceless. And later, even if you come to an environment where you can do whatever you want, you find that you have become accustomed to a life without a face, and you feel at ease with the fact that you have no face, or...
You have already lost your face.
It's subjective speculation, don't comment if you don't like it.
After living in Jinjiang for 6 years, this is my first long review.
I really like what you wrote, to what extent.
The Chinese teacher in junior high school asked us to copy ten articles (I forgot what they were).
I directly copied World of the Living until I had enough words.
You are very good at using symbols, you.
Dreams, movies, words, sometimes they are the same thing.
I used to be very good at dreaming and interpreting dreams. I once told a friend of mine a dream. I just told it once. Maybe it was a matter of tone. She understood the meaning of the dream, was as sad as me, and pitied me. But only this time.
Now in my senior year of high school, I feel like I have lost important things. My inspiration, memory, and love for anime are all drying up. I rarely dream now, and I can no longer remember my dreams and analyze them clearly. It's hard to have wonderful insights, it's almost the same as "them".
Was changed. Half of them became like them, and the other half completely disappeared as the previous world collapsed. So incomplete.
If you are obsessed with psychology, you must have your own grief. You always feel that you have a story that you don't want to tell.
It's great to see you haven't given up, and we wouldn't blame you if the living were never renewed.
I still hope you will update because I like the stories you write.
It's a pity that the story of Qiu Luo and Fang Fang is missing. I like them very much.
Especially Juro, I also feel holy.
It was actually deleted.
I also like Zuo Blind's story very much and have read it countless times. It is the best Chrollo I have ever seen.
Some people may say that what you write is dark, but it always feels very real and I like it very much.
Zidu knows Chrollo very well, I think so.
Yes, I like you, so I support you.
If pain is like mercury pouring into the heart, what you write is the mercury blooming from the heart.
May your inspiration last forever and your soul never grow old.
It feels so bad to lose inspiration and become mentally aged.
I like you, come on. Whether in life or when writing, I hope you can be fulfilled and satisfied, and that you can get happiness.
Ah, it's time to say goodnight. Hope you can see my comment.
I repeat, I like you, Zi Du.
I often have dreams that require me to decipher them. If I don't get the answer, I can't wake up. Solving the puzzle is not the solution to the puzzle.
It's the answer to a unique question. For example, I always like to dip bread with cherry jam, but in my dreams there is only strawberry jam. I forgot about the reality, as if I was just a kid who loved cherry bread. But I always wonder, every time I want to get some possible answer, something will kill me, and then I return to a previous point where I am about to see the answer, and now I want to know who killed me. If you keep searching like this, and then keep being killed, the whole nonsensical world becomes abstract. When I was between killing and being killed, I accidentally saw Strawberry Jam again.
I finally realized it, it turned out to be a dream!
In just a moment like this, I will wake up
I didn't feel much about the title at first, but when I saw that the author was Zi Duda, I immediately clicked in. I secretly hoped that it was really the author. To exaggerate a bit, I grew up reading your articles. At that time, I was in the first grade of junior high school or the age of pre-primary school. Zi Duda has always been a kind of life mentor to me. It is because I am so independent that I can remain sober in troubled times and have a positive attitude to face hardships. Thank you so much!
I really want to know what kind of person Dada is! What kind of face, work, personality, and life. I feel like he is a great and great person, and having a strong heart is the most important and powerful thing. Please live your best life.
In fact, when writing this chapter, the author was probably at the peak of his stress and felt a little overwhelmed. Piercing is originally a manifestation of condensing pressure to the extreme.
... For a moment, I felt that the last sentence was what Sun Xiao said to Chrollo.
I won't abandon you
No, please, don't tear me apart She whimpered like a little animal But, I'm very curious about what's underneath you. It turns out they are all the same boring ——Thoughts after reading "Tear Me Apart" I dreamed about The Hunter a few days ago (the heroine's telekinesis ability in the dream was Pearl Milk Tea 2333. I must have missed it because I haven't drank milk tea for a long time). I suddenly found the world of the living and read it. I still like the author Dada. Maybe I was too shy before and didn't leave many comments. The author probably has no impression of me. I have liked Dada since the time of True and False. I seem to still have the physical book at home, but it seems that I haven't started reading fanfics during the True and False period. It should have been finished when I read it. Later, World of the Living was serialized. When I looked back this time, I was still thinking about whether the writing would feel childish after so many years, but I ended up staying up all night to read it. It reminds me that every time I read a big novel, I would think about it for several days with a hint of sadness. And just like the comment from Jiajing said, it seems that I have become a mediocre and boring adult_(:3∠)_I used to write short essays, but now I have become a sad social animal. After get off work, I automatically become a happy fat house 233 Originally, after watching World of the Living this time, I planned to update it _(:3∠)_After all, Togashi only dug a hole for ten years before re-opening it (after checking, it seems that Togashi didn't cheat for ten years?) In the end, I wrote that Chrollo dug a hole and buried Sun Xiao. It was obviously you who dug a hole and buried us. But after reading this, I just hope that you, my wife, are safe and happy. It is also good to send some random words occasionally. Ah, I have said a lot of nonsense. I don't know if the above words are really meant for you or for myself, but the following sentence must be for you: Mrs. Zidu, I like you.
So, when will you come back?
The method of teaching a child is actually the same as the method of training a dog. "As if she understood his thoughts, the mother gently stroked his head and said to him gently: No, the puppy has no hatred, because it is just a dog. Smiling, her mother continued: So, when you understand that you are just a pet, you must be willing to listen to your mother's words. " The impact is so powerful, it feels like a headshot. This is indeed the subconscious attitude of many parents towards their children. We are just dogs, we can be loved and scolded, we can act coquettishly, and we can act mischievously. But we cannot refute them, because we have no thoughts, we are just dogs without thoughts.
Life is bound to be so entangled, and no one can tell what is right. There is not much else to say, except for the "girl in red" I would like to say a few more words. The author's definition of it as "rules" is actually a little unclear. It should refer to some unspoken rules for interpersonal relationships in society, especially among groups. People are group animals, and it is difficult to survive alone, so even if you don't like it, you still want to be with the girl in red, because you don't want to be alone, but in a group, you can't stand out too much, you can't have a personality, so you become faceless. And later, even if you come to an environment where you can do whatever you want, you find that you have become accustomed to a life without a face, and you feel at ease with the fact that you have no face, or... You have already lost your face. It's subjective speculation, don't comment if you don't like it.
After living in Jinjiang for 6 years, this is my first long review. I really like what you wrote, to what extent. The Chinese teacher in junior high school asked us to copy ten articles (I forgot what they were). I directly copied World of the Living until I had enough words. You are very good at using symbols, you. Dreams, movies, words, sometimes they are the same thing. I used to be very good at dreaming and interpreting dreams. I once told a friend of mine a dream. I just told it once. Maybe it was a matter of tone. She understood the meaning of the dream, was as sad as me, and pitied me. But only this time. Now in my senior year of high school, I feel like I have lost important things. My inspiration, memory, and love for anime are all drying up. I rarely dream now, and I can no longer remember my dreams and analyze them clearly. It's hard to have wonderful insights, it's almost the same as "them". Was changed. Half of them became like them, and the other half completely disappeared as the previous world collapsed. So incomplete. If you are obsessed with psychology, you must have your own grief. You always feel that you have a story that you don't want to tell. It's great to see you haven't given up, and we wouldn't blame you if the living were never renewed. I still hope you will update because I like the stories you write. It's a pity that the story of Qiu Luo and Fang Fang is missing. I like them very much. Especially Juro, I also feel holy. It was actually deleted. I also like Zuo Blind's story very much and have read it countless times. It is the best Chrollo I have ever seen. Some people may say that what you write is dark, but it always feels very real and I like it very much. Zidu knows Chrollo very well, I think so. Yes, I like you, so I support you. If pain is like mercury pouring into the heart, what you write is the mercury blooming from the heart. May your inspiration last forever and your soul never grow old. It feels so bad to lose inspiration and become mentally aged. I like you, come on. Whether in life or when writing, I hope you can be fulfilled and satisfied, and that you can get happiness. Ah, it's time to say goodnight. Hope you can see my comment. I repeat, I like you, Zi Du.
I often have dreams that require me to decipher them. If I don't get the answer, I can't wake up. Solving the puzzle is not the solution to the puzzle. It's the answer to a unique question. For example, I always like to dip bread with cherry jam, but in my dreams there is only strawberry jam. I forgot about the reality, as if I was just a kid who loved cherry bread. But I always wonder, every time I want to get some possible answer, something will kill me, and then I return to a previous point where I am about to see the answer, and now I want to know who killed me. If you keep searching like this, and then keep being killed, the whole nonsensical world becomes abstract. When I was between killing and being killed, I accidentally saw Strawberry Jam again. I finally realized it, it turned out to be a dream! In just a moment like this, I will wake up
I didn't feel much about the title at first, but when I saw that the author was Zi Duda, I immediately clicked in. I secretly hoped that it was really the author. To exaggerate a bit, I grew up reading your articles. At that time, I was in the first grade of junior high school or the age of pre-primary school. Zi Duda has always been a kind of life mentor to me. It is because I am so independent that I can remain sober in troubled times and have a positive attitude to face hardships. Thank you so much!
I really want to know what kind of person Dada is! What kind of face, work, personality, and life. I feel like he is a great and great person, and having a strong heart is the most important and powerful thing. Please live your best life.
In fact, when writing this chapter, the author was probably at the peak of his stress and felt a little overwhelmed. Piercing is originally a manifestation of condensing pressure to the extreme.
... For a moment, I felt that the last sentence was what Sun Xiao said to Chrollo. I won't abandon you