Half a Finger

Ah ah, it's really a dead end. Just stack it up like this?

Long Commentary Dreaming for the rest of my life I don't know if love is really a kind of pain. Only in this perverted and twisted way can we commemorate our decaying youth and the love that no longer emerges. This fucking, damn love. The so-called love, the so-called love. Love, love, I don't know whether it is a good relationship or a bad relationship. I like adults' writings, in which I see the strange and beguiling true nature of love, as well as the fate of love's persistence and madness. But as I once said, this kind of thing is good once you have seen it, but you can't bear to see it again. Because it is real, it hurts to the bone, just like taking drugs. It cannot be ignored, but there is no cure. This desolate and indifferent life, as well as the hideous and terrifying fate, are entangled together, leaving only pain. Then I laughed, cried, got angry, went crazy, became persistent, was shocked, regretted, gave up, became helpless, became indifferent, let go, and forgot. Then numb, then forgotten. I remember that an English teacher once asked me in class, how to deal with the hurt and pain of the past? Most of the classmates in the class laughed, scolded, and didn't take it seriously, and so did I. I never liked that English teacher, and that English teacher never liked me. This is good, they are just strangers. She didn't like me perhaps because the lectures I gave were not relevant to her subject. It doesn't matter to me. Originally, I also studied architecture, so there was always a huge gap between me and her. But in that class she asked me how to deal with it. I answered, not to forgive but to forget. Maybe my answers are always not in line with the teacher's wishes. The teacher frowns and the atmosphere in the class turns down. But happy life, there are so many lingering and pathos. Just like the little prince, in fact, he originally existed, but in the end, all that was left was a hideous scar on his heart. I am born to be a strong person, and I should not be in a situation that is more embarrassing than a drowned dog. I believe in the greatness of love, but I also believe in the complexity of human nature. It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes than to help each other. Li's love is not impure, but not many people in this world can do what they want to do as they please. After all, Li is just a mortal. He did what mortals should do, used others, was used by others, and then made mistakes, but had no chance to correct them. After all, he is still a human being. The heart is dead, the persistence is giving up, the believers are no longer convinced, and the tears are dry. No matter how realistic the kiss is, no matter how bullets can penetrate your heart, they will never be able to keep you. What a ridiculous life drama. I don't like the Wu brothers, one is a lunatic and the other is a bastard. Maybe they are not strangers to each other, but they are really fools. Among the adult novels, I disliked those two the most, and I didn't even like the ending. I don't know if they constructed an adult fairy tale themselves, or if Xiao Wu really never grew up. I can understand his willfulness and selfishness, but he is too paranoid and always lacks a bit of open-mindedness. In fact, my dislike for him comes from my friends. They were both girls, good friends, and then fell in love. One was sincere, and the other just wanted to enjoy the ambiguity. The former friendship was in disgrace. Looking at the last two people who were blaming each other, I felt strange and disgusted like never before. Open-minded people, such as Qin Jun, have never been able to truly let go. They always leave a gap somewhere in their hearts, waiting for that person to come back. Although I really have no feelings for Xu. But if Qin Jun is happy, that's it. But in their world, we are just passers-by, not protagonists. Half a finger in exchange for a moment of sincerity is really a good deal. I wonder if Dai Hai has calculated it clearly. There is nothing wrong with Wei Cheng using his privileges. He would be a fool if he uses his privileges but does not use them. After all, it is a knot that cannot be untied, a disease that cannot be cured, and a poison that cannot be removed. But this is the text I love, this is the story I love, these are the protagonists and supporting characters I love.

This is more terrifying than Chen Dong and Zhang Jian Because these two people are slightly mentally ill = =

Over and over again, over and over again, I really admire the author for turning this little thing over and over again, endlessly, endlessly, endlessly. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . When will you turn your head?

I regret that I actually read such a novel that ruined my moral integrity! ! ! ! I only have four words for the two protagonists - Mader Staff

You are not writing about Danmei. Do you know what to write about? The heroine's romance and novels are not as good as yours!

You say you write about abuse and you abuse it, but can you speak without being abrasive? You keep talking about the same content for several consecutive articles, are you grinding your teeth? Are you trying to make up the word count by saying it over and over again? What can I say, your romance novels are quite good! Two words: nagging. Three words: too boring.

Damn, wait for the update. It's been three years. Hurry up and fill in the holes.

I have read quite a few articles, they are all sad series, all of them are sad! Cry

I'm so dizzy that I don't even want to watch anymore. . . What a dead end