I know a girl, Xiao Su, who is 1.68 meters tall, with fair skin and beautiful appearance. She has been in love with a boy for more than ten years, from high school to work, during which she has many fates and no luck. Her secret love takes pain as pleasure, but the boy doesn't know it at all. Later, a chance coincidence broke, and the boy was surprised with joy, ah, I didn't know, but I never thought that you would like me, is it too late for me to chase you now?
At that time, the boy was arguing with his ex-girlfriend and went ashore to take a breath. He told her that he was single again.
She came to me crying, saying that life is like an avalanche, and the world will be gone if it doesn't. unkempt, haggard. I helped her scold that boy, but she still silently expected to change her mind in her heart, and said cautiously, how can she be willing to give up after more than ten years of secret love? I was so angry that I almost blocked her.
She cried again and asked me if the boy came back, how would she get through the parents? I blackfaced her, "Even if the assets with debt disputes are in your hands, they may be taken away by the bank at any time. Since they have already been released, why should they be taken back?"
The IQ of a woman who has lost love is really touching. Also one Mount Everest lower.
Watching "The Tuscan Sun", I kept thinking of Xiao Su, although she was not as miserable as the heroine.
The heroine Francis is really miserable. A female writer in her thirties, her husband filed for divorce when her career was successful, but she not only had to pay him high alimony, but even the house was cheated by the pregnant mistress. When the divorce agreement was signed, it was sloppy and dilapidated, and it was different from the plot ten minutes ago. When I moved to a short-term rental house where divorced bachelors gathered, the neighbors became more bizarre, and the landlord bluntly said, "Everyone lives here in Luther, and they say it's a short-term rental, and most of them never leave. "
Alarmed by the confusion, Francis decides to accept a gift from his friend and fly to Tuscany to relax. Tuscany showed the Italians' enthusiasm and indiscretion to the fullest. Infected, Francis bought a 300-year-old dilapidated manor impulsively, or used all his savings - this efficiency is comparable to that of China's scavenger!
Next, Francis cleaned and renovated the manor. Although there was no shortage of trivial matters, the neighbors were enthusiastic, and loneliness still came up like sea water, with the ex-husband's curse-like "I never loved you" - after all, after living together for more than ten years, finally To end up with such an evaluation, this frustration, this loneliness, how can the heroine not be unlucky enough to lose a family dog.
To untie the bell, it is necessary to tie the bell, because the frustration and loneliness caused by a man naturally have to be retrieved from the man. That's how Francis met Marcello, a handsome and romantic Italian man.
Francis, who was a confident woman, woke up early in the morning with a smile, and frantically kissed the head of the Virgin Mary, "Look who dares to say that my mother is not attractive, my mother is obviously not old!"
Then a pregnant friend suddenly visited, Xiaozhu, Having a child made her miss out with Marcello repeatedly in the process of being pushed forward by life. When she was free, waiting for him downstairs in Marcello's downstairs with her white skirt like a girl, she saw her new love upstairs.
I'm sorry, it's not true love.
Francis is broken as a whole.
WTF? The old lady was abandoned again?
Mark held her shoulder soothingly, very sincere, "I'm sorry to break your heart, but what are you expecting? Yes, we had a really good time a few months ago, if you think I hoped There is a follow-up development with you, you are right. I did think so. Really. You are a very beautiful woman, Francis." The
heroine smiled helplessly and mockingly. Mark continued:
"But we never got together again, despite our best efforts. This kind of thing has to go its way, doesn't it? There's always this and that, all kinds of things we have to do. Don't be too sad All right? Look at me. Nothing to regret."
Francis was about to cry.
"We don't regret the things we have to do, do we?"
"...Indeed." Francis thought of her going to accompany a friend to give birth to a child, like a choke in her throat.
Mark held her face, and the gentleman was alienated, "There must be someone just right, Francis, because you are so beautiful."
"Goodbye, Marcello."
Francis left with red eyes. The white dress was still swaying against the twilight that had begun to turn yellow.
I've watched this episode over and over again, damn it! I like Mark so much, I like Italian men so much. They are passionate and romantic, they love women, and they are good at flirting. They will go to bed casually, but they will not start casually. Once they get serious, they will focus on their upper body, and even if the women around them are beautiful, they will automatically alienate them.
Damn, compared to all kinds of scumbags/floor heating/central air conditioners who like ambiguous and promiscuous in your country, Italian men are so handsome and three-dimensional!
Francis, who was "single" for the second time, did not collapse this time. She dealt with trivial matters more calmly than last time, and even believed in true love more than before. Neighbors disagreed with her daughter marrying a poor Polish carpenter brother, and she helped plead, "What if this is true love?"
"Stop talking, true love? Have you seen it?"
"I looked around and couldn't find it. But That doesn't mean it doesn't exist." Francis looked more confident than ever when she said this, and she grabbed the little Polish brother, "I'll be his family, please help them."
Pony , Do you think she is stupid, just give away the house that has just been installed? ? ?
With the wedding going on and the arrival of new life, life seems to have returned to a full and lively look. The man who sold the house to Francis held her hand and said, "It's funny. I remember when you were at a low point, you said that you wanted to hold a wedding in the manor, to have a home in the manor, and to look forward to the arrival of a new life. See now, it's all done. Francis suddenly realized, really, unknowingly, by threading the needle for the happiness of others, he even made the dream come true. Infected by the happiness of others, and regaining faith and hope in yourself, is this the best thing you have done on the way to find happiness?
The story comes to an end with the arrival of Francis' "just right". In the early morning fog, the grim 80-year-old grandfather kept flowers on the stone niche beside the path for several years. For the first time, he nodded his hat to Francis on the balcony.
At the end of the story, the faucet that has been dry for three hundred years will reappear with time.
If the heart is not old, why is it too late?
I saw Xiao Su again recently, and I asked her about the follow-up with that boy. She pondered, he didn't come back, and she herself had already turned the page. After talking, he cut off the topic and showed me the recently made hanging ear coffee with great interest. He talked about the brewing water temperature, grinding fineness, and the type of coffee beans.
I didn't appreciate it, and I asked her how she got out of her love. She was half-truth, probably the suitor's Ferrero, hahaha. Then his expression became positive, "In the past six months, I have tried my best to prepare for an important exam, went out with friends, and hired a very expensive but handsome fitness trainer. The high-quality man. It seems that he didn't do anything earth-shattering, and the bad mood was consumed by trivial enthusiasm."
I asked her what she had learned in the past six months, and she thought about it and said seriously, probably, I am a , the real princess lost by the knight. Hahaha.
As a princess, after being lost by a knight, don't wait for the prince to come to you with flowers in his hands. It's better to find the place where the flowers are blooming, and enjoy the flowers and others there, isn't it?
I patted my thigh and said, Sugar was right.
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