Later, I also liked a prostitute. I called her boss’s wife and called her to the hotel, but I didn’t have the courage to make her undress in front of me and fuck her, so I called her to accompany the other man in the room as an excuse. After hearing it, he slammed the door and walked away. Perhaps when a person perceives a little bit of love, he will value dignity. Many days later, I saw her passing downstairs on my balcony. I wanted to call her, but I didn't know what her name was, and I didn't have the courage.
I even tried to make a female wine holder. I told her, I know you are a wine holder, but the wine holder is also a person, and a liar is also a person. People have feelings. Until I met, I was so confident and confident. My self-confidence, I am more confident that I am a handsome guy, and people are emotional. But after we were deadlocked on the street at midnight for 20 minutes, she still took me into the bar she designated. The moment she entered the box first, I turned around and walked away. At that moment, I thought that this was the cruel reality, not the shooting. In the movie, in this pressure-cooker country where everyone is in danger, Weiwei wants to survive, and only after he has nothing to worry about can he consider spiritual satisfaction. I was shocked and frightened. The moment I went down the stairs, I always looked back all the way back to the hotel to see if anyone caught up behind me. Fortunately, I didn't.
I am accustomed to looking for a kind of love that is almost crazy and near death. The country is destroyed, the country hates the family, and everything seems insignificant in the word love. If everyone is rich in material, has private property rights, and has Land farming and family joy, so nationality, unity, integrity, and obedience to the overall situation are really so important, but many people don’t understand or have no right and no right to understand. Everyone of us is "happy" and educated like a scarecrow. Be induced.
Therefore, I always grab the door and run away at the moment of almost madness, shrinking at the moment when the plot of the movie is climax, because every moment there is an inaudible voice telling me that I am actually Chinese, and I only deserve two points. On the front line, it is only equipped with equivalent transactions, only with the right person, only with I love you, and you must also love me. It is a myth that the Cowherd and the Weaver Magpie Bridge meet, and the prince and Cinderella live a happy life from then on that is a fairy tale.
I seem to be as confident, arrogant, and tolerant as an American. Ma Jiajue is a perverted murderer, and Zhao Chenghui, who killed 30 alumni in the United States in the incident, loves to harm people. What kind of country it is, it is strange that it is not strong. So the gang boss Lanting can ignore his wife’s betrayal, and the Japanese intelligence agency Tanaka can tolerate the lover’s back. This is the American way, American self-confidence, and you will be scolded by people in China, because in China if your wife gives you Wearing a green hat, you will never be able to hold your head up, because Chinese people have always found self-confidence by laughing at others or hitting others, taking pleasure in falling into a rock, and taking pride in pushing everyone down.
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