My Character Card Is Miss Mafia

It's an article from a long time ago. The author's plot was very good, but it's a pity that he abandoned it.

Chi Zai, are you really... Hahahahahahaha, now Mr. Lu's journey to chase his wife has become more difficult.

This article uses the name of fan fiction to attract attention. It will be reskinned immediately after gaining popularity. Readers are advised to distinguish carefully.

Sure enough, men are very competitive, like to step on others, and are narrow-minded.

Also known as Windrian's Koke Manual (first volume limited edition). The first petal·destiny Second flap·necessary The third petal·rationality The fourth petal·Deal The fifth petal·Judgment Adrian von Kleist did a lot of "necessary" things in his life. Training is necessary, efficiency is necessary, and obedience is necessary. But gentle words are not necessary. Cats are not necessary. Limit locks are not necessary. Eating that plate of omelette that's burnt around the edges isn't necessary. It is not necessary to put your hands on her waist while sleeping at night. It is not necessary that the page turned to Faust should not be closed again. But he did them all. Cat and window. If you keep a cat in a high-rise building, you need to seal the windows to prevent danger. Obviously Adrian is not a person who likes small animals in his past resume. So from a rational point of view, if it is inconvenient to keep a cat, he should not keep it, or a simpler way, lock or nail it. But this person's logic is: I want to raise money, so I changed the window. "I've decided to do it, so all obstacles will be dealt with." Cats are like this, and Wen Yan is like this. She ran away, but he didn't change people, he changed windows. She hid the gun, but he didn't replace her, and he wrote a guarantee letter. She made contact with the Swede, but he did not change her. He waited for her in the church. Trouble? She smashed the lamp, which is troublesome. She runs away, trouble. She's hiding a gun, trouble. She pointed the gun at him, trouble. Her contact with the Swedes was troublesome. She was hiding Jews in the hospital, which was a huge problem. Each time, he had good "rational" reasons for changing. Each time, he chose the more troublesome option. This is the most irrational part of the whole thing. How do rational people raise cats? Not raised. Because raising a cat is troublesome. It needs to be fed and tidied up, it sheds, it barks, it scratches the sofa, and it might even run away. Why would a single military officer with a busy official career and no experience in raising pets raise a cat? But Adrian not only kept them, he also replaced the windows. So back to the original question: Why does it have to be this one? He never asked. But when he allowed himself to look down for the first time, the person standing in the crack was her. Not someone else. It's her. She was standing on the streets of Warsaw in November, wearing a light-colored coat that was out of place. When a child fell, she stretched out her hand to help him, then retracted. Then she raised her head and met his gaze. Just that moment. All his subsequent "rationality" - taking her away, getting her back, installing locks, raising cats, naming her - were all paying for that moment. East Asian face, three noes, there will be no consequences if caught. This is a safe, temporary, ready-to-dispose option. This is the reason. But why do we need a reason? You've never had to give yourself a reason before. You're standing in the street, having just signed the list. You stood in the hospital, wiped away her tears, and said, "It's a deal." You took a copy off the shelf, Cornerstone of a Thousand-Year Empire. You take another volume off the shelf, Faust. Ashes, or petals. The devil's excuse, or God's instructions. The decision made in an instant leads to one of the branches. She appeared in front of you, no one asked you to choose, and then you chose, again and again. You will turn to that page countless times thereafter. We call it destiny. Margaret plucked the petals. One piece, he loves me. Two pieces, he doesn't love me. Three slices, he loves me. Four pieces, he doesn't love me. The fifth piece. So, Wen Yan was actually Adrian's verdict. She is "someone who shouldn't be here", but the fact is that she is here, why is she here? Because there is no river outside. The very fact that she was here was a sentence to the one who had left her here. I said before that this emotion "doesn't need to be named love." So is fate. No need to name it fate. The word "destiny" is too big, too empty, and too easy to be used as an excuse. It seems that everything is destined, as if there is no choice. However, fate is not a written script, but a person returning to the same moment repeatedly and making the same choice repeatedly until that choice becomes an undeniable part of him. It's the person who gets the chance to walk away every time, but stays every time. It is he who chooses the more troublesome path at every fork in the road, and then says to himself, "This is temporary," "This is reasonable," and "This is not important." Until one day, he found that those "temporary" choices had piled up in his life. Cats are temporary. The limit lock is temporary. She is temporary. But he had already replaced the windows. I have been waiting for seventy-one days. Already burned the boat tickets in the church. I have turned to that page too many times. "You're not who you think you are." This is the verdict. *About vignette. To be honest, I haven't watched HH, so I didn't get the Vignette the first time I watched it. It took a long time to read, and the Vignette was too small and too fast. The intuitive understanding is that Adrian turning the page is the same behavior as pulling the petals. Turning the page means "I am thinking of her", closing the page means "I am not thinking of her", turning the page is "I am thinking of her", turning the page is "I am not thinking of her", But in fact, the answer is not important, because if you don't think about it, you won't turn the page at all. The act of seeking the answer itself has become the answer. *Personal words. The surging emotions will also ebb, so I want to leave something behind in the aftershocks that are still shaking in my mind. 😌 A lot of what I want to say has not been fully stated, but the structure is already discussing Adrian's necessity and non-necessity, rationality and irrationality. Because I have such a shelf emotionally, I can't insert other parts at once... The part about Wen Yan, the part about fire and embers, and the part about Ophelia (there is no river outside, no freedom and no death) have not organized the language yet, they are all scattered, and I may write another one later＞＜ Maybe I will have different feelings when I read it again next time, but I don't know when I will read it again. I use the word "destiny" too much, and the interpretation is really too personal. Maybe it would be better to say less, but I always feel emotional when I think about it. , Just happened to meet, just happened to be hit, over and over again by accident, and I don't know when it will be opened again after a while. This kind of touch can be called fate for me, but calling everything that cannot be attributed as fate is too blanket. "With a feeling that I thought it was unimportant, I started a story that cannot be unimportant." If I had to sum up the relationship between Wendrian/Wen Yan and Adrian in one sentence, I would choose this sentence. Compared with Crack, Fire and Embers, Ophelia, and Taming Each Other, it may not be the most core or accurate, or even the most emotional, but it is indeed my favorite point. This dislocation constitutes a sense of fate. As a result, I changed a word. The back and forth is probably because I am obsessed with fatalism (laughs). An inexplicable interjection is that I think it is not a good thing to pour too much emotion into things other than yourself, but when people encounter the heart-moving content, they are so easily affected... Captured, just like my encounter with this story, in a sense, maybe it was burned. The reading experience has a subtle isomorphism with the story itself, but is it too pretentious to say so? This kind of worry about being sentimental itself constitutes one of the "disadvantages of investing in emotions", which is really bad.

"Perfect!" This is a big bug for the author~ Beautiful women can jump so high [Star Eyes]

Ji Hengyuan is also a high-spirited young man, what a pity??????

Ah... This... Means what you wrote is true. The spider leader became angry

Stress kitten, doesn't like to be touched suddenly, but has been raised a lot

The Diamond Sutra is now on my bookcase

This chapter starts with a misunderstanding, but then a revelation. From the previous ones, the ambiguity between Su and Zhou at the end all seems awkward and romantic. The rainy day is well described and has a strong sense of imagery. The ending gave me a feeling that something bad was about to happen, which made me feel uncomfortable.