Mr.Bean is a mysterious person.
No one knows how old he is, how he makes a living, whether his parents are alive, and whether he is happy today. No one has ever asked him about his origin and life experience. We don't even know his surname and first name. We just call him Mr. Bean.
Mr.Bean is a sloppy person.
He often forgets to take off the hang tag, often forget to take off the clothes support. He also read the wrong exam questions during the exam, knocked down a road sign when reversing, forgot to put a stamp when sending a letter, and forgot to bring the Bible with him during worship.
Lined up to the hospital for registration, accidentally overslept. Go to the hotel and lock yourself out. I went to the checkout counter and got my credit card by mistake. Go to the theater to meet the queen, but forget to polish the shoes.
Mr.Bean is a naive person.
He likes to show off, like to be angry, and like to play pranks.
He pulled the switch in the dance hall, snatched the cartoons of children, played on the slides in the swimming pool, and took off other people's pants.
In order to win a game, he chased the golf ball from the park to the bus, from the grocery store to the waste station, from the scorching sun to the setting sun. On that day, he swung 3,427.
Mr. Bean is a hapless person.
Because of the gluttony of roadside cakes, the beloved car was crushed into scrap by tanks.
I tried my best to squeeze to the left of the bus stop sign, but the bus stopped on the right.
The natatorium jumped off the platform for fear of heights, but was kicked into the water by the bear kid.
In order to clean up the gum that he stepped on, he took off his shoes and put them on the roof of the car on the side of the road. Unexpectedly, the car suddenly drove away, so he had to jump and chase eight streets in embarrassment.
I happily took my newly bought TV home, but it was always a snowflake. After several attempts, I finally found a location where the signal can be received, but that location is on the back of the TV.
Because he lost the train ticket, he got into a sack to "materialize" himself, trying to get into the truck to avoid the ticket inspector. Reluctantly hung on the revolving door and was turned around. Finally, he was thrown on the train, loaded on the steamer, and transported to Moscow.
Mr.Bean is an interesting person.
He put the engine key in the hood, then put the hood key in the trunk, then put the trunk key in the car, and finally tied the door key to his waist.
He often visits the supermarket. In order to buy a pleasing paring knife, he carried a potato in his suit; in order to buy a pot of the right size, he took out another fish.
He often travels. There are curtains in his suitcase, electric drills, watercolor paintings, a steering wheel, and even half-cut trousers and another suitcase.
He stuffed his bedside table with spare light bulbs and a toy gun. Cover the quilt before going to bed, load up, aim, "bang", and do it in one go.
He saw a begging saxophone at the entrance of the tunnel, but he happened to have no change. So he took out his handkerchief and spread it in front of him, danced an unexplained dance to ask for coins, then threw it into the saxophone player's instrument box and drove away.
But in fact, Mr. Bean is a lonely person.
He takes exams alone, swims alone, and picnics alone.
He sees the doctor alone, watches TV alone, celebrates his birthday alone, spends Christmas alone, and writes greeting cards alone.
The greeting card reads: Happy birthday to myself and Merry Christmas to myself.
But he was not depressed, he just gave himself a pair of Christmas socks and cursed Christmas sucks.
By the way, Mr. Bean has a good friend who will take him wherever he goes. They travel together, sleep together, read stories together, and participate in competitions together. He is a brown plush bear named Teddy.
Mr. Bean does not cherish Teddy.
He had broken Teddy's head off, and he had glued Teddy's eyes on and off.
I know Mr. Bean likes him because I once had a Teddy. But I don't know if Teddy will forgive him, because Teddy rarely speaks.
Those hilarious comedies often hide the core of tragedy to the extreme.
When I was young, I liked Mr. Bean very much because I thought he was funny, just like a fool.
But now I can’t laugh, because when I get up tomorrow morning, I might say something to myself in the mirror: Hello, Mr. Bean.
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