Post Date December, 03 2023
Narrator: MARK
Deputy general manager and shareholder of a famous cosmetics brand company.
MBA, outstanding writing, famous talent in the industry.
He is 35 years old and 183cm tall. His face is a little changed, but he has an artist's temperament.
The first time I met him was in the coffee shop outside. He could not stick to the slightly sour club. He also told me to bring him some photos of girls I thought were good, which fully showed the shrewdness of a marketing expert.
Why should I come to the Slightly Sour Salon? To be honest, it is because my ideal of pursuing a happy life has not been shattered. At this time, people will always insist on something and do not want to compromise. Even if they have suffered from repeated losses, they do not want to turn back. Sometimes they feel ridiculous when they think quietly. However, people are such strange animals, and there are always many fools dancing with shackles.
To put it plainly, I want a tall girl who is pure and white as snow in her heart and body, so that I can completely trust her with my love. The requirement of being tall is, of course, because I am tall, so that I can have external harmony. As for purity, yes, I hope she'd better be a virgin.
In fact, there has never been a concept of virginity before. I think, objectively speaking, this is the sequela and toxin left by life after hurting me. When I graduated from college, I was assigned to work in the relevant departments of the provincial government. I was in the prime of life and had a bright future. Many people proposed marriage, but I declined. Until one day, Ganoderma lucidum appeared in my life like a painting. When I went to play basketball that day, a girl was walking out of the court with a basketball. She was a tall girl standing out of the crowd, wearing a red jersey, and wiping her face with a towel as she walked. Her face was red and sweaty. It was glowing and sweet. It was like a red apple dripping with dew. My heart suddenly bumped around like a deer. Now when I recall this scene, I still have a tremor in my heart. It seems to be a plot in the movie. The young wind-seeking teenager suddenly starts to fall in love. Who can control whether his youth has suffered sweetness or fallen into tragedy since then?
I am deeply in love with her. I will write a love letter to her every day, go to play ball and fish together on weekends or go back to their parents' homes for dinner. I introduced her to all my classmates and friends. We are a pair of standard golden children and jade girls. Everywhere we go, we attract a lot of attention. Our blessings and compliments also greatly satisfy a man's vanity. One year later, we are already preparing for the wedding. I am excited to look forward to the arrival of the wedding date. I have always restrained myself from destroying our beautiful life. I want to have my bride at the last moment, and have complete happiness and happiness in my life.
It was the morning before marriage. I received a letter after going to work. It was an anonymous letter written by a self described kind-hearted insider. It said that Lingzhi was pregnant and had an abortion with a teacher at the school when she was in junior high school. Later, when she was in college, she fell in love with many boys in her class. Just before I met her, she ran to Mount Huangshan for a trip with a taxi driver who was already married.
My head suddenly lost consciousness like being hit by a heavy hammer, and my eyes suddenly turned black. After a moment, I rushed out of the office to find Lingzhi. The words on the letter were vivid. I want to find her quickly. I hope she can say: this is not true, it is deceitful. We met on the playground of her school. I showed her the letter. After reading it, she suddenly squatted down and cried loudly, which could be described as a wail. I think I already know the answer, but I still feel reluctant. I grabbed her shoulder, looked at the tearful face and said, "Tell me, this is not true". She opened a pair of misty tears and said, "It's true.". I think it should be my youth farewell ceremony. My heart broke into 10000 pieces again at that moment. I slapped her, but she didn't dodge, and the corners of her mouth immediately bled.
At that time, I was too young and naive. This incident almost broke my spirit. The raging mania, depression and loss in my heart soon turned into physical problems, and the lungs continued to bleed. The hospital issued a notice of critical illness. Ganoderma lucidum runs to the hospital every day. As long as I have the strength, I use my eyes and actions to signal that I don't want to see her and let her go. That was the last day of my stay in hospital. She came again. She was a lot haggard. When her parents went out, she suddenly knelt down in front of my bed and said with tears: "I love you, please give me a chance, I will use my life to compensate you!" I turned my face to one side and said coldly: "Go away, I hope I will never see you again!"
After leaving the hospital, I put all my energy into my work, but my life will continue. However, in any case, my mood is always so gloomy, and these furrows and wrinkles on my face are also mainly the gift of those miserable days. However, every corner of that city seems to have left a mark on me and her. Every time I touch it, it makes my heart ache, sour and crazy. Half a year later, I quit this job with good prospects and good income and came to Guangzhou. I hope that this city can give me a new life from scratch.
I became the lucky one among many migrant workers in the south, found my own position and got a good return. The emotional wounds have gradually been healed. Once there was a salesman named Xiao Hong in the company, who was tall in the northeast and had a star-like face. We had a feeling for each other in the activities organized by the company. We had been dating for some time. However, one day I found her having a intimate meal with a fat man in the Green Pavilion. Under my questioning, she had been wrapped by him for three years. I was injured again, but this time soon passed. Woman, I cried in my heart, why don't you cherish yourself so much.
Some time ago, a friend introduced a girl, 83 years old, with a height of 1. 72 meters, who is a pillar of the university model team, young and beautiful. I have launched a fierce pursuit of her. I think such a girl should be very pure. But in the end, I found that her sexual experience was richer than mine. At the moment I found out that she was not a virgin, I had no interest in her at all. Although she was charming, the tide in my heart had faded, just like a person who bought a piece of jewelry and found it was rotten. The loss and depression were inexplicable.
Perhaps I am too old-fashioned, too feudal and too manly, but will the chaste love, which is devoted to the love and the happiness of oneself, never exist?
