Many years later, I will think back to that distant afternoon when I met my guardian angel, facing an army of angels intent on killing me.
It snowed heavily on the day I graduated from the Department of Physics. Heavy Money opened the door to his apartment, and there was an angel playing with the radio in his house. He looked like a Soviet military policeman - the atheist Heavy Money was overloaded and his breathing stopped on the spot. It claims that this is his thirteenth reincarnation and has come to save his soul.
[ "You're here, heavy gold?" The thing turned to me with a smile.
I struck him in the head, holding my knees awkwardly, my muscles tensed, staring at him (it? Him? What the hell...), My expression was as if I had been struck by a ghost - well, I was just struck by a ghost.
At first, it was impossible to connect him with angels. The angel in my impression should be smiling, with wings and a soft halo of light, and he looked like an over-alcoholic Soviet military policeman: tall and thin, with a long gloomy face, a black coat and a red brooch, as if he would pick up a sapper's shovel for his comrades to build the railway in the next second. Not only that, there is also a head of white curly hair piled on the back of the neck, and a pair of evenly colored black eyes that are very scattered. He looks decadent and dangerous - an angel of post-industrial socialism.
Unwilling to admit, even his smile is full of damn knowledge.
"Hey," he continued to say dissatisfiedly, and he was actually a subwoofer, "don't you want to reply? I'm a big money person, I hugged you when I was a kid!"
It's over, shit, I must be crazy. I'll make an appointment with a psychiatrist at 3 o'clock tomorrow afternoon...
The gendarme blinked at me.
Calm down, calm down... I broke out in a cold sweat, my materialism was shaken under the light of the angel's holy light, and I actually walked away for a while after seeing the person doing well.
One fact shook the physics building in my mind: A Soviet military policeman talked to me in my bachelor apartment late at night, with a halo on his head? ?
Angel, angel, you damn control freak! Apart from being a friend, he is also a nuisance for the money-loving man with a violent and irritable temperament. Trust and cooperation, deception and manipulation. What if your angel killed countless people? After he left, the trouble really began.
Absolute asymmetry in ideological concepts and absolute asymmetry in power and status! Trust and cooperation, deception and manipulation! A cross talk group worth watching.
(Note: The author is living in seclusion in the wheat field. I will update as I write more. There are violence, blood, and unhealthy relationships in it. My attic is really messy...)
Concept: Abnormal symbiotic relationship, contradiction between humanity and divinity
