The perfect lover is not some kind of love variety show-female guests push the buttons and male guests throw the footballs, then together male and female guests fly to the sky hand in hand-which causes people's doubts: were there any differences between love and thermal toothpaste which were sold by LWRC? Either not pulp fiction: someday Tony receives a machine. As long as he moves the position of the keys, a perfect sweetheart as he needs will come out of the machine. Those kinds of tacky plots were past things. Nowadays, which adolescents enjoy the most are Hegel and Joyce. Regarding it as a game touch on only slightly. After all, the perfect dogger gained players good reviews coincidentally this year. However, knowing English as well as you are, you will understand the difference between a single word and sometimes it will cause a huge influence.
It was a novel, in other words, an invitation in the form of a novel. Which was put on the last floor of shelf B of a comic book store by Slincer in ten years, with the help of a time machine and bicycle, trying to draw Ying's attention to and making her start to read. The novel points out that calm down and avoid the temptation of the salesman at the very beginning. After that are 185 thousand words, including 170 thousand words which are twaddle, Peiking dialect, twaddle written in Peiking dialect and memes. Another 15 thousand words expressed one meaning, all in all, the younger Slincer who you just decided not to love any more, and the elder Slincer who you will meet in ten years, please choose one among them, and he will be your perfect lover.
However, Ying only attended to buy one pixie, didn't even notice the novel, then fell in love with the salesman, beginning a journey which was totally different from Slincer's. She became a member of the 76ers, having relationships with 76 men in the aggregate. Slincer became a substitute for the class basketball team, getting acquainted with seven or eight girls. Using her wisdom and courage, she fought with the monsters and the freaks in society; while using his wisdom and courage, he fought with the flies and the mosquitoes at the school multi-function hall. She went beyond the national boundary between China and Japan; while Slicers sometimes went beyond the puddles on the playground, and sometimes went beyond the slopes of the garden. They believed, identically, they would become more perfect for themselves and for each other when they meet again.
"I must be imprecated by her." That was the reflection which arose from Slincer after he failed to express his love for the fifth time. But if the purpose of confession was to remove the curse, that seemed as impudent as the Christian who atone for their crime in order to go to heaven. He never believes in destiny, sometimes enjoys the feeling of being alone. However, he was both alone and lonely. He was innocent but not inspired. He was elegant but not elevated. When the love raindrop beat on Slincer's body pili-pala, and there was still nothing on the rain dish in his hands, he started to think about going around and coming around. This was not the behavior that surrendering to fate, but be venerable and awed to the things which can't be felt and can't be known.
Go repent, go apologize, go to be a perfect person. Asking her contact information by familiar people was not an inconsistency, but the only way to integrate. Although it's hard to clean up the blot or remove the scar which was in the past, they can still make sense if perceiving them in a wider view. To say the least, he did the thing which she used to do for him. Looking for 58 people, asking 72 restaurants about her, spending 114 hours on social networks. Finally, he found her on the address list which was under the table.
"There's no such a reunion, I will apologize. I did nothing right and didn't understand everything." "Why did you apologize at first after we hadn't seen each other for such a long time?" I was wrong even though I did not cause a bad influence." "I was young too, I also did something stupid." Two adults were talking on the screen, but living on the screen were two kids. In a few words, he felt that she was still loving him. However, this "love" turned into a symbol, having no connection with whether he was Slincer. She had a unique perspective on normal things, and was not controlled by capitalism. Her spatetime-life was varied. She was pretty pretty. After some words, Silencer couldn't stop thinking about her. He loved her more than she loved him in a short time, though this love was purely illusory and entirely unreal.
Was the perfect lover he was waiting for, or in other words, the perfect lover who was waiting for him all the time? In a flash, countless tableaus were all in silencer's head: Gazing her affectionately and saying "When winter comes in summer, when there's no more forever, when lies become the truth," he considered it as an impeccable expression. However, for Wen, the best thing was"stop loving me right now, please;" Hugging and kissing Ray in front of the woods, after holding hands with their fingers intertwined, they separated from seas and mountains, which can't be filled and rolled even; Keeping Aegean's appointment cheerfully, what was waiting for him was her two-year anniversary with her lover several days later; Holding Kini's hand on the square, his arm was numb and his heart was beating. He didn't realize it was just a usual social contact for her; Under the moon, Gomo's profile made him enchanted. She never used it to show her beauty and grace, but didn't want to see Silencer face to face. If all of those were the preparation for this moment, nothing was not worth it. At that time, all the emotions mix together: Falling in love at a glance, excitedly and irritatedly; Chasing after somebody for a long time, bitterly and astringently; If the one you loved had a better lover, fearfully and frightenedly-- flowing, flipping, rocking, and beating, pouring into his body, destroying his mind, spreading into his soul.
Again, he picked up the phone. She said:"You were so strange and weird, you were totally different from others. The characteristics which you made other people away from you, were which I appreciated the most." "If there was another chance, I wouldn't miss anything anymore." Silencer choked, shouting himself hoarse. "Being friends was still a good choice." Unlike any time before, Silencer didn't blame those words, but only bemoaned his sorrow. Silencer kept silent, trying to use the silence to recall the primal calm. "Firstly, I got a boyfriend. Though we break up, you still have a long way to go."
He jumped out from the fantasy, turned back to the motive that he tried to find her at first. He should have considered the worst consequence. Maybe he was a boy who didn't fit or need love; Maybe he was a man who pursed love religiously, the perfect lover who was appropriate for everybody. At a moment, he wished that she was not as beautiful as now she looked like, then the people who could stare at her heart must be less. However, wasn't the pretty outside match pretty inside perfectly? What nonsense his thought was.
He started to write the perfect lover. He must write lots of twaddles that had no connection with her to distract his attention; He must use lots of Peiking dialects. The purpose was not to relax the readers, but to relax himself. When the pain was achieved to the apex, he wrote in Peiking dialect simply, which made himself stable. The memes made logic sensible.
He finished. This time, there's no such exhortation at the beginning, only a sentence like this:"To seek the life which only belongs to you. To love what your choice is and choose what you love. To be moral integrity. And I'll do the same." He destroyed the time machine by the stones, then put the novel on his second bookshelf, which was similar to shelf B in the comic book store that year. The differences were put on that shelf were the passion youth comics; While being put on this shelf were the literary classics from all over the world. He understood something in the twinkling of an eye; He didn't know anything even though he raked his head. The only thing he believed was everything of everything would go back to his childhood conditions. As long as you see the second day sun, most of the confusion which only belongs to the moon will disappear. Sometimes WAX, never WANE.