A first-person urban pure love story, a very short novella, trying to tell some real love.
(More prose description.)
When Wang Yang saw Lin Lin at three in the morning, she was holding a birthday cake and wishing him a happy birthday.
When Zimi left Wang Yang, she whispered to Wang Yang, don't say stupid things.
"Wang Yang, you will know if you truly love someone. Someone cares about whether you have eaten for lunch. When you are sick, someone will ask for help. After watching a movie, you will share it with her as soon as possible. When you are tired, just hold her and you will be resurrected with full blood. You love her, and you will not care about any price.
"There may be many women who are smarter than her, more beautiful than her, and have a better figure than her, but these are not enough. She is unique, her eyes, her mouth, her nose, her round face, everything about her is unique - no one can compare to her.
"Love is like a temple. People who have not entered always laugh at its filthiness, denounce its hypocrisy, and even question its existence. But once you enter, you will be intoxicated by its majestic beauty, prostrate in front of it and pray, and become its believers willingly."
The protagonist of the story is not a very outstanding or brilliant person. On the contrary, he is weak, ungrateful, hesitant and timid about love, and always afraid of everything. But I think this is the real him.
Purpose: People who lack love will always go to two extremes, treating it like life and discarding it like a piece of shit.