Love • Imitation of O'Henry's "Treasure"

This is my first officially copied short story.

Text: (Based on real people)

There are a lot of people who are innocent fools. Unlike other idiots,

They tend to be stupid for the same kind of thing over the years!

Okay, innocent fools, please raise your hands! Don't let me name names!

I used to think that love was one person's sexual impulse to another person, or a cheap cigarette that must be around every day. Or the words I was born with.

I enjoy the kind where the Chinese teacher calls for writing poetry, and others scratch their ears and scratch their cheeks, and they can't jump out half a word.

And I casually fiddled with the feeling of a few streets, throwing all my classmates a few streets in minutes, maybe this is the pleasure of pretending.

But I never look at it, this pleasure is cheap, but it is always there, when you want to appear, it can appear whenever you want.

So I read more literary books uncontrollably.

After that, I met someone at the peak of my academic qualifications and the pinnacle of society, and I called him Dr. W for the time being.

On this day, Dr. W was very distressed, because he had been in that place for too long and too long, and he did not see the light of day all day, so he wanted to write poetry to relieve his loneliness.

He thought it would be the same as usual, because the caretaker, the cultural level was mostly in the soil, and he was in the clouds.

But unfortunately, met me.

Yes, that state came again, and casual paddling brought his literary pride back to its original form.

It's so pitiful, it's been a long time since I saw it, and I have to beat down the last bit of pride by the people he despises.

But what is even more unfortunate is that he finally relied on strong knowledge to win back a round, after all, Dr. W, a hundred deaths and not stiff.

After that, we became a couple who could talk about life until someone gave him an ultimatum.

I left the city with good memories with him.

……

Yes, I love to smoke, but I hate drinking. Because I think drinking alcohol makes people lose their judgmental sanity, and I can't bear the pain of not having an intellect.

This is because I love to make stocks, although I have never relied on it all these years, and I am rich and rich, but I love it.

Later, I "faked a divorce" with it.

There was also a little sister who didn't say anything to me, but her friends said she liked me a lot.

I'm sure this isn't true because, I have plenty of single experience! And who would like a timid, cowardly person?

Of course, when I'm willing to believe it, WeChat has blocked me.

One day I met her, and it was really a glowing girl, sparkling sandals, elegant accessories, solid color clothes, the whole is so harmonious and beautiful.

All the women in the world are no better than her beauty. For me, it was really the most beautiful girl I had ever met.

Well, like not strong enough, love not formal enough, I want to marry her. This is me, what sets me apart from Bi Thirteen.

She has a good boss and partner, and the boss and partner are one person. Her ordinary face shows that she is indeed an ordinary person. But her studio illustrates that ability and beauty have nothing to do with it.

They all have similar heights, except that ordinary girls may even be married.

She also has a nice group of friends. There was also a special friend, giving the feeling of being at first glance, the older woman of yesterday's yellow flowers.

Another little friend, who is with me, writes books. Probably the only thing she's saying is that she prefers to write while talking, and I just don't say just write.

Once at a dinner before the holidays, I drank some wine, so my personality became particularly cheerful.

We talked a lot about it, like the Book of Verses, the names I gave myself. Because I'm not too happy with my original name.

I'm sure I didn't drink too much, but what I couldn't understand was that at that time, she became more dazzling and charming.

I confirmed that I really met love because I met a friend who was evenly matched.

Later, I left this "little workshop", and my love was gone, because I did not have the courage to say those three words to her.

Now I have become a worker, but when I read Lin Yihan and Lu Xun, I found that I no longer hate words and understand my excitement for words.

What is love? Maybe......