A few months ago, in this house, Cancer asked me with a smile, which of the women you have dated is the most attractive to you. Cancer asked very meaningful. I vaguely know the subtext behind this. However, you know that in such a space, with two people and four eyes, your answer is wrong, not answering is wrong, thinking about it for a second is wrong, and replying concisely is still wrong. Similar questions, I have also encountered, Aries asked me before, what is your favorite food. I answer, instant noodles. Aries asked again, what do you like the most. I continue to answer, instant noodles. This doesn't simply evolve from that old "advice" joke. I hate that women with different faces ask me similar questions, I hate it extremely. This kind of perfunctory answer, for them, is either the joy of getting the answer, or the deep confusion, or the faint tingling. To answer such a question, for me, it is easier for me to give a concrete and referential answer than to tell others all your loves and hates. I don't understand each other's love and hate, I just hope that the other party can clarify it for you with words that can be screened out. Getting along like that always makes me tired. Later, Aries left. I don't know how she felt about my perfunctory attitude after so many years, and whether she understands it now. When she asked this question, the relationship between us was over.
When Penelope Cruz annoyed at Ben Kingsley's stalking and distrust, she asked Kingsley: What do I mean to you? Such passages easily bring me back to the above scenario. Embarrassed, evasive, disguised, and even annoyed, Kingsley could only dodge Penelope's eyes and took a sip from his glass. When Cancer asked me for the first time, who was the most impressive to you, I remembered that I still put my hand on my forehead in a serious way, pondered for a while, and then sighed and replied: That Scorpio. When Cancer asked me such a nonsense question for the second time, I responded quickly with a corresponding answer: Scorpio.
In the texts I've written, I've always mentioned Scorpio vaguely and over and over again as I reminisce about that unfortunate time in the fall of 2006. Whether it's my appearance as a betrayed and deceived person, or the coexistence of sullen, quiet and condescending faces, I have never shied away from the actions I made to please Scorpio, and I feel regretful when I think about it. Penelope is known as having the most beautiful hip line in Spain. I have no intention to compare Scorpio with Penelope. When answering Cancer's questioning, although I had provocative intentions and praised Scorpio's figure, in all fairness, Scorpio is indeed the most feminine among the women I get along with. . I know how this kind of question and answer hurts Cancer. Compared with the sweetness of love, most women with water elements remember more than your good but your hurt. The morbid pleasure of being hurt by her lover's words made her realize that it was time to walk away and find the next person who could hurt her. It's like two boats meet, one slogans a semaphore, the other responds accordingly, and then each sails away, leaving a long trail of foam trailing behind. I understand the signal sent by Cancer, I am very cooperative, and I will be the villain first.
Ben Kingsley's self-indulgent prudence to escape from marriage was, in the eyes of his son, irresponsible and irrefutable. Even his son, the doctor in the oncology department, sought out Kingsley because of his marriage cheating. Kingsley understood that everyone's problems always had to be solved by themselves, and he couldn't give any help. What's more, he can't even handle his own problems. In Penelope's view, Kingsley has spent her life avoiding all kinds of relationships in order to seek simple freedom, so she can't help but ask Kingsley about the future of the two.
I always have an apology for the women who have committed themselves to me. Maybe I'll be more forgiving, and I should hold back pressure and provocation to answer these questions I hate. But my meager self-esteem has always encouraged me to say, if even such discord is unavoidable, how can I hope for the next few decades? It's just that every time I walk from the first floor to the sixth floor desolately and watch the stairs lights turn on one by one under the sound of my footsteps, I also think about the once thin figure of Cancer. I was so obsessed with the fragrance that the two of us got together, that I was arrogant that this was enough to ward off any problems. As a result, the details that many other parties thought were true and that I thought were false, under my neglect, gradually became confused and became a ball of yarn that could no longer be wound around.
"Beautiful women suddenly appear before us, always striking, and passing away, but we never really see through her. We only see the body, and we are blinded by beauty." Kingsley and the poet George used sixty Years of experience are summarized. "You know, no matter how beautiful your breasts are, decades later, they're just a pair of sacks of milk hanging down to your belly button." My roommate who had just had a wedding last Saturday taught me this from my experience in 2000.
After all these years, in their eyes, I still know nothing about love. Sadly, their judgment is as accurate as a hole in the fire.
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