"If you like weirdos, I'm actually pretty."
What a lovely monster. You like me, and of course my weirdness and weirdness have become cute. But if you don't like me, wouldn't it be cooler for me to go on to be a gloomy and terrible monster that is unique in this world and die alone?
In fact, since I was a child, I never understood why Bai Changchong had to marry Xu Xian and have a baby? In fact, being a free-spirited white long worm with boundless mana, wrapping around branches, flying around, grabbing someone to eat and play, or opening your mouth to scare people, how interesting it is to be a serious monster~
Fa Hai It's not that he doesn't understand love, it's just that he understands the value of being a unique and interesting monster!
Serious nonsense...
so Edward's ending is a bit more beautiful. He and his messy hair, pale and gloomy face, and innocent eyes like a child, oh, yes, and his sharp scissor hands, returned to his own Dark Castle. When he misses, he can cut a snowflake for Jin outside the castle. It's more romantic to come back and be a monster than to cut off your hands and be a normal person.
So the strange man alone is the best ending of the dark fairy tale.
This is the direction of my destiny that I should have expected as a weirdo...
The story takes place in a bookstore.
If you pass by a bookstore in London, it's messy and even smells bad. When you walk into a bookstore, you will find piles of messy books in every corner or just under your feet. The floor is greasy, the air is full of dust, and various unknown creatures even run out.
Behind a messier desk in the store sat a somewhat scruffy man with messy curly hair. As long as I see him, I can always see him with a cigarette, a wine glass in his hand, and a book that never leaves his hand, always drunk and lazy, hiding behind the book with a black face.
He's the owner of the bookstore, a grumpy boss who says "the owner is God".
How can there be such a bookstore owner -
selling books depends entirely on mood, if you don't want to sell books, he shouts over a loudspeaker and holds a broom to drive customers out;
when he encounters a customer who doesn't like it, he scolds the customer sharply ;
The price of books depends entirely on the mood, and sometimes they will give away books for free and pay them back;
if the books are sold, they will lose their temper, because when the books are sold, it means that it is too troublesome to enter the books...
Boss, you really This bookstore is just for the convenience of reading books, right... What's even more lovely are these book buyers, how much do you love books, all of you are possessed by shaking M, and they would rather be angry and come here tirelessly Buying books...
The neurotic boss has two and only two neurotic friends:
one who always has flowing hair, a goatee, a summer beach shirt and shorts, and a pair of sandals. Weird little cutie. This is our manny little angel.
Because he swallowed a "Little Book of Peace", he became a loyal dog man with a docile temperament like a little angel against the sky. Being ordered by the boss like a slave, there is no salary, only a pitiful pocket money. After running away from home in anger, he talked about the small bookstore he once said:
"There is love there, but it seems that there is not that much love... There is freedom, but it seems that there is not so much freedom... There is frankness there. Treat each other, oh, it doesn't seem to be so frank... but there is no need to be forced to go to bed with foreigners by contract!"
When I typed this sentence, I thought it was some kind of messy and logically confused ghost line...
Say yes Manny was beaten, scolded and oppressed by the boss, but in fact, he was always protected by the boss. This bookstore is like a dark castle. In the castle, Manny can get rid of all the rules he has to abide by in normal social order. Strange activities, you can be a weirdo without any scruples.
Another friend, Fran, is a woman with a big sister. She smoked, drank, and was bohemian. That liberating laughter was loud and weird... She had tried work and typed a bunch of words while shaking her head, but she didn't understand what these "normal people" were doing behind the computer all day.
She tried a normal sunny life, was pulled by her friends to do yoga every day, ate healthy food, lived a regular life away from alcohol, and said hello to the sun every day... In the end, she said a big bowl of poisonous chicken soup to her friends:
"You Feeling so good every day, don’t you think it’s boring?”
If American TV shows are often a group of rich people who laugh at the upper class, then British TV shows are just a few losers who look down on normal people in this society and obey the rules. Suddenly fell in love with the British cold black humor. Some people say that British humor is a serious English gentleman doing very serious things. They are absurd and illogical, and occasionally play tricks and throw out a few poignant ironies. When you laugh your ass, you will also be satirized with a chill in the back of your head.
Of course we still like American humor, we still like "Friends", we like "The Big Bang Theory", we like the American way of making funny faces, they laugh, they cry, and they give you a big Full of hugs, telling you
"Welcome to the real world, it sucks, you gonna love it."
British humor is a sullen, sullen, sulky temperament, nervous and clever to tell you
"Life sucks, but I don't care."
I really want to visit this bookstore, and then walk in and be scolded sharply by the boss, it must be very cool. I wonder if the boss will die alone in the toilet water of the bar.
What about yourself? As for his own destiny, he must be married at most to Lao Zhang or the son of Lao Wang's family in the next village, and live a fairly normal life. The most troubles are the middle-aged fat and the increasingly disobedient children who can no longer lose weight. When I get old, I will laugh at myself that I even liked the sentence
"If you like weird people, I'm actually beautiful." I
can't recall why I had a sour nose when I listened to it, and I smiled bitterly but couldn't shed any tears. ...
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