He, a frustrated tennis player, the first step in reshaping his life was to target the high-end tennis community in London. The second step is to perseverely and half-heartedly read classics, watch operas conscientiously, and walk between Tostoyevsky and La Traviata. Even if the taste is not elegant, there is at least some time to talk. Familiar expression. How can others distinguish between the falsity of the desire-inspired learning hours and the hard work? Or is it trying to be false? In short, he is on the verge of an elegant cliff, but it is impossible to devote himself to it. He wants to devote himself to the cause of reshaping life. The greatest wealth he has may be luck. He hasn't learned to order caviar and champagne, but luck and beauty have made him tolerant, and within a few days he may addictively eat caviar and drink champagne.
Is anyone addicted to luxury? In the same way, who is addicted to lust? So he remembered her. Hold on. Steal. Occupy. Even if she may be his legal sister-in-law. Even if she is nothing, just his extramarital lover. He abused her beauty and madness, as well as the experience that truly matched him, to compensate for the price he paid for his wealth. At the same time, obediently surrendering to the elegant order of the rich and noble house, he is easy to deceive a simple wife. On the one hand, Routine's sex and pregnancy, on the other hand, he can indulge his lust without lawlessness. He actually has no choice.
People who cheat are always self-explanatory. But when eros is frantic, no one knows that the time to change destiny will come silently.
She is so dangerous. Even conscious of his own danger and poverty. She also did everything to cater to the luck that fate gave her. It seems that everyone can sacrifice love and even most of their self in the face of wealth. But her luck is not very obedient, or she doesn't trust luck too much. So she went back home, continuing to be humble and dangerous.
He and her, the tennis player and the little actor, are the same incompetent, poor, beautiful, struggling, and acting. Therefore, we can cherish each other. She knew very well that she saw the so-called fiancé just because he was handsome and dropped many luxurious gifts, but she never planned to give up her star dreams and acting work. But he can. I would rather endure the claustrophobia in my own tie, profession, and even the office, and then endure the communication, dining, and fun of the upper class that I expected indefinitely, elegant and boring, like a waste.
The two selves are overwhelmed, demanding fiercely like each other's jealousy. Hurt each other like each other's resentment.
But she is just a lover. The two of them were exposed in front of the child in the womb, returning to their true selves. She yelled hysterically and vulgarly, and she was also the one out of lust.
When eros is over, everyone has to show normal vanity, stubbornness, and impracticality. Any woman can suddenly become a threat from cuteness. He understood that her threat was so great that he had to steal the old man's shotgun and destroy her. It's so bloody that makes you suspect: murder and self-help are all the same as cheating, without a teacher.
Huang Biyun once wrote that life is like an animal trainer. Without concealing it, she never thought that wealth is more like a life trainer than love. The end of eros is always life and death: child, lover or yourself. The performance of life sometimes exaggerates one's nature and sometimes vanishes.
He also hated his cruelty. Give your own pleasure in time, like a sacrifice, like a funeral. He can only suppress himself to sexual intercourse now. It turned out to be to the point of adultery. Luck is really subtle. The lover's grievances that appear at night are not only to sue, but also to quietly announce the beginning of his life's sins. His life status resume has changed from "the inexperienced tennis player" to "the inexperienced son-in-law of the rich and the rich" to the "inexperienced killer with very good luck". This handsome and wise man looked like a lame, blind and deaf man who got into a fairy tale forest. He had no joy at all.
He really should love Tostoyevsky. "The Virtue of the Poor" is sharp and cruel, like a tailor-made text for him. "Luxury habits are easy to develop, but difficult to change." "The most important virtue of the poor is to make money." "Ethics shouldn't be a burden to anyone." According to this motto, he completely fulfilled the virtue of the poor, and appropriately accused the lover of immorality.
At the end, the old lady's ring is another dice thrown by fate, the end of the game. The police officer rushed to death comically. It looks like black humor, but it is full of white horror. Think about it, how many so-called male and female loves in this world have ended up in a ridiculous way, unjust death or unjustified life. I pity for the woman, for the man, I don't even know whether to envy or admire or categorically hate the curse. Admire this self-protection technique and luck. I also saw the selfishness in my bones in this dare not to speak out. Everyone is thinking about it. You can't deny this desire.
Dear lovers. Both Love and Lust are too dangerous. Weapons can be borrowed. But luck, please bring your own.
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