I Reflect on Myself Three Times a Day

Please add my new story, The Watermelon Grown by the High God Became a Spirit, to your collection!

Story description:

On who-knows-what day of being on the run from her wedding, Zhou Sansheng finally found the woman who had fled from him, after searching high and low across the land!

Then, acting like a big shot, he strutted over to her, raised a finger to point at her, tilted his nose up, and said disdainfully:

"Every day, I reflect on myself three times...

First, I shouldn't have fallen in love with you at first sight!

Second, I shouldn't have missed you so much!

Third, I shouldn't have loved you so deeply!"

The woman swept him with a cold glance, sharp as a knife and capable of cutting his throat.

"Hmm?"

Zhou Sansheng couldn't keep up the act. His body trembled, his legs gave way, and he dropped to his knees with a thump, clinging to her leg as he hastily revised his statement:

"Oh, no, no! Every day, I reflect on myself three times...

First, I shouldn't have knocked you out and brought you home from the mountains!

Second, I shouldn't have thrown my weight around and forced you to marry me!

Third, I shouldn't have acted that way just now when I saw you. I should have kowtowed and bowed down to beg for your forgiveness and ask you to take me back!"

The woman whose leg he was clinging to smiled, lifted her other foot, and kicked him to the ground. "That's more like it!"

Description for the new story The Watermelon Grown by the High God Became a Spirit:

I am a watermelon.

A big, round watermelon,

full of juice and sweet as can be.

My master especially loves watermelon.

I was grown by my master.

So, to repay him for raising me,

I decided to offer myself to my master.

I was wondering whether to cut myself into pieces, or slice myself in half so my master could scoop me out with a spoon. I hadn't figured it out yet~

Then my master came back drunk from the Heavenly Palace, and, all woozy, picked up little round green me and carried me to his bed. He tucked me into the covers, swaying as he slurred, "I-it's getting cold. Watermelons need to be warmed up before you eat them..."

Note:

1. The blurb is narrated in the first person by the watermelon. It really is a watermelon rolling around on the ground and talking to itself. The story itself is written in the third person.

Theme: As long as life goes on, you must keep striving!