I Am a World Reviewer

She had just come out of prison. In 2007, she was in a bar. A gangster at the table across from her whistled at her and asked her to start drinking. I drank too much, so I pulled out the dagger I brought with me and stabbed her. It lasted fifteen years. I remember that when I entered, the streets were full of people still praying to Buddha. Why was it so cold on the lonely sandbank? Yes, it's been fifteen years, things have changed. She came to see me once last year and told me she was getting married. I didn't tell her about the commutation of her sentence. After a brief chat, I turned around and left. In the past 15 years, I have farmed, raised pigs and made clothes, and my heart has long been calm. After I came out, I went to see her once downstairs. I am very happy, I am also very happy, and it is time for me to think about my life. I had a dream last night. In the dream, it was 15 years ago. In the dream, there were familiar streets and familiar scenes, but I just couldn't find the familiar person. In the dream, I woke up crying. I can't go back to the past. What is left now is just nostalgia. I am almost 30, and suddenly I feel Confused, often unable to sleep at night, sitting on the road, drinking and smoking alone, not knowing the way forward? The night before her wedding, I drove 400 kilometers overnight and rushed to the downstairs of her house. I saw the word "Happy" on her door downstairs, and the light in the room was still on. I didn't dare to disturb her, so I took a few bottles of beer from the car. , Sitting on a chair in the park downstairs of her house. After finishing the wine and smoking a pack of cigarettes, it was almost dawn. The whistle came from all the way. I knew that the car to pick her up was coming. Today she was going to be someone else's bride. Unfortunately, the groom was not me. She looked very beautiful today. I watched her get into the wedding car. Firecrackers went off and the car drove away. I was still following behind the convoy, and suddenly a text message came on my phone, which was sent by her. She said, "Don't give it away. I will marry you again in the next life. Forget me." In fact, she watched me drink and smoke from behind the curtain that night, and cried all night... That day, my heart hurt like countless needles, and I cried, very sad. I wish her happiness. Although the groom is not me, I have loved the bride... I have no regrets. Whether it is success or failure, everything will be in vain when I turn around, life or death. Life is only a hundred years old. Why should I be obsessed with a result? The only thing I want to do now is to charge my mobile phone. The phone is out of battery and I can't continue editing.

To tell the truth, full marks for creativity and logical deviation, the world chooses the first one with 85 points and the second one with 25 points. There are too many poisonous points in the real world, and there is a tendency to write self-help. In fact, the author's logic is better, his writing style is better, and the world selection is better. It is still good to deal with the poisonous points in the real world.

It's obviously a self-help post, so I won't say much about my comments. Everyone has their own story. Farewell, and I wish you a bright future in 2020.