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Ye Wudao's self-report

Being a playboy is definitely not an easy thing. It is not easy to be a bad guy. First of all, it is better to have enough money to burn as paper. Money can not only make the devil but also make the devil. All the shortcomings will become extremely cute under the pasting of money. Secondly, your family background must be strong, so that you can buy a long-term insurance for you in the future. Do something illegal and disorderly. Don’t worry that no one will wipe your butt.

God is generous to me, because I already have both of these things that are not valuable in my eyes.

Maybe this is because the goddess of luck also falls in love with me like countless women. Really, as long as it is a female creature, it is not very resistant to me.

Generally speaking, if you have these two points, you can be a pervert with peace of mind. To state one thing, don’t confuse perverts with playboys. Playboys are definitely perverts, but perverts may not be playboys, because this involves a serious issue of grade and taste!

To be a playboy, a handsome face, a deep look, and an intoxicating smile, these things are indispensable.

Of course, it is acceptable to call me a top pervert

As the saying goes, there is also a way of sex. A pervert can eat without any choice and experience primitive reactions when seeing all creatures of the opposite sex. However, the playboy is different. For women, the greatest gift God gives to men, he must selectively and strictly and precisely screen. This is the professional hunting of a playboy, not only in the body, but also in the soul!

This makes the difficulty very high. To conquer beautiful women psychologically, it is no less than a war full of gunpowder. You should know that even a war genius like Napoleon said that the only way to not fail on the battlefield of love is to escape. This shows that this war that has existed since God created mankind since ancient times is not a simple question!

Playboys have to use invincibility to safeguard men's dignity on this battlefield. Of course, a tasteful playboy will never do such a bad mood as a stingy thing. He will only treat them like a beautiful work of art!

My goal is to be a master-level playboy like Don Juan, because the contribution of this type of people to society is to ultimately develop the entertainment function of love, and put light wings on the heavy life

As for having thousands of girlfriends like Guino, Pofirio Rubirosa or Greek ship king Aristotle Onassis, it's just an additional question to my life.

I hope my epitaph will be like this in the future. He has been ignorant and romantic in his life, has done pranks, is better than lust, has told lies, but he has said goodbye to this world happily.

The man weighed it himself and consciously went to hell to report, but the judge told him that he should go to heaven where relatives were waiting for his reunion.

Lily Book of Songs Crystal

(one)

He doesn't like sunshine, rain and snow, because they can prove that the sky is not empty

He is not ugly, maybe a little gentle, at least that's what Xia Yu said, which makes him, who is already a little proud, like a child who steals candy

He longs for a fairy tale love, even if there is no fairy tale in the prince and the princess who live a happy life from now on, even if he may be asked to wander around the world with scars, even this is destined to be a tragedy with only regrets as the main theme, he is willing to live with it!

Maybe just like Xia Yu said that he only wants love in the Peach Blossom Land, like Ruliang in Zhang Ailing's writings, just loves for love

For Xia Yu, this girl with a brilliant name but with a little melancholy hidden in her eyes, he always felt guilty and uneasy. He knew that she liked him, just as she knew that he liked others, but if one day his love fairy tale could be staged, he thought the protagonist would not be her!

They have been neighbors since childhood. They held hands and watched each other grow up slowly together. The childhood sweethearts were waiting for the day when they became adults. If they were moved, they could be filled with containers, which was already full. But if they wanted to move, they did not mean love. It was just like love and friendship. Although there was only one word difference, it was far away from the ends of the world.

Feelings must be slowly simmered with warm fire, so that they can withstand the erosion and baptism of time, and retain the original flavor and wait for later taste.

He was sure of this, but he was not sure whether this relationship was love!

When she moved to Suzhou with her parents, he still did not confirm the relationship between touching and love, so he did not send her off. He lay alone on the rooftop. Although he was regretful, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Not everyone can bear this sweet burden.

She asked his parents to give him a letter and a thick diary, and the letter asked him to read her diary when she was thinking about her tears. He didn't understand Xia Yu's intention, and he even doubted whether there was a day when he opened the diary in his life, because he then stubbornly insisted that the relationship that grew with their bodies was just touching

Until the day she left, he still didn't know that her birthday was, although the first gift he received every year was always given by her.

He didn't know that the first word, line and page of her youth history were actually written. He didn't even know when she had the little girl who was as clingy as a koala and turned into a sentimental girl.

He only knew that Xia Yu liked to read books and started from the middle; he only knew that she cried a lot when she watched "Lavender"...

He kept wondering why their parents were so relieved to them. Maybe they had already agreed to them, so he didn't mind their inseparable laughter and joking. If they were lovers, everything would be beautiful, right?

Standing under the wishing tree, he thought to himself, with a hint of bitterness hanging on the corner of his mouth that he didn't know.

(two)

Throughout high school, he had a crush on the angelic girl Ji Jie, but he didn't say this longing, but just chose to remain silent. On the one hand, because there were so many people chasing her that they needed to queue up, and he didn't want to do things like jumping in line, which violated the traditional Chinese virtues;

On the other hand, he still understands the principle that beauty is precious and knows it is difficult to get away. However, the most important thing is that Chen Mo, the best friend who is wearing a pair of pants and playing with her, has long believed that Ji Jie is his rib, and has the momentum of not marrying you in this life. He confesses sincerely and expresses love with one round after another, and is almost like the extremely romantic Frenchman. On Valentine's Day, he used three carriages full of red roses with dewdrops to express his deep love!

Fighting and defeating repeatedly, and fighting again and again, it is really touching and touching, inspiring countless poor people who are fighting for love but have no results, and inspired a large number of warriors who have died in the battlefield of love!

He interpreted this love battle almost sadly, and she sentenced him to death with only two words of feeling.

He gave up his dignity for love and played the role of a clown in front of everyone!

Constant hope and disappointment are constantly despairing. Only he knows the loneliness and bitterness behind his forced smile. The deep pain brought by the deep thoughts makes him no longer believe in the so-called sincerity that can be opened in his life.

It’s not that she is too ruthless, nor that she is too infatuated. There is no right or wrong in love. It’s like two people drinking. The deeper the injury, the more people are, the more they drink.

Although God always asks us to find the wrong people first and then find happiness so that we can thank him, I want to ask why he still doesn’t favor him after putting so much on Chen Mo’s scale of love?

The first time he wrote a love letter to Ji Jie for Chen Mo, the first time he got drunk was with Chen Mo on the lawn one night. The first time he saw a person crying so sadly, the choking that could not shed tears was his speechless bitterness and heartbreak that could not express his feelings.

Finally, Chen Mo transferred to another city and asked him to take good care of Ji Jie before leaving. He had red eyes and even said a word of blessing. Chen Mo disappeared into the crowd at the station before he could say it.

He thought maybe Chen Mo's letting go at this time was the greatest gentleness to her.

Chen Mo, how good it would be to give up love as if you could be as free as you wave your sleeves without taking away a cloud, right?

Along the way, who will sing "Golden Wire" for you!

(three)

Ji Jie likes to treat him like a younger brother, which is a kind of comfort for him.

He would write poems and lyrics for her under her nose in class. When her shield drove away batches of flies for her, when she was complaining, he had to listen to the young and frivolous man who liked Zhuangzi. Heaven and earth are born with me, and all things coexist with me. That arrogance that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, the young man chanted his own chant. Nanke's yellow-girl dream finally woke up, and life was like a duckweed. I missed you overnight and lived in a dangerous building, and tears made my collar wet after several times.

Everything was just to let her know his extraordinaryness, because he felt that meeting her was ordinary and a mistake!

In the face of love, all mortals, saints, or stubborn, seem so docile, weak and helpless. Van Gogh lowered his head, which was originally high in the secular world. Pushkin buried his life for love. Edward VIII loves beauty but not the country. King Zhou would rather let the world down and Daji. King You of Zhou played with the princes just to smile. Wu Sangui was angry and was in a state of infamy for the eternal infamy.

He would send her a "Book of Songs" on his mobile phone. It was originally 360, but he only sent 359, because he knew that he was not qualified to send "Taoyao" to her on Valentine's Day. He just folded the white paper with "Taoyao" into a small paper boat, carefully put it into the water, watching it sink little by little, from the graceful lady, the good friend of gentlemen to the green reeds, and the white dew turns into frost, between the lines, he turned his thoughts back and forth countless times.

He felt that this was already good. He could see herself in her smiling eyes so close; he looked at her with her forehead and frowned slightly without hesitation. Although he could not reach out to pick out a few strands of naughty hair hanging down her face, and although he could not rely on her for his shoulders, he was already very satisfied with her encounter, acquaintance and understanding with her. Really, love is just an idea that occasionally comes out, and can be ignored.

After the college entrance examination, he had no news about her. Later, he heard that she was admitted to Fujian. He was not very sad about this. Maybe it was because he had defined the line for this relationship from the beginning.

But he thought, he really liked her

(Four)

Looking at Qiantang River and thinking about the hometown

Crows perched on dead branches, and flowers splashed on the morning dew

People look south by the river, autumn thoughts flow home

He dragged his suitcase into this university by the Qiantang River alone. What interested him was not the long history or grand scale of this university. He just wanted to know what kind of charm it is to listen to the tide sound on the pillow, and whether it is comparable to Su Dongpo's. Relying on listening to the sound of the river

All roommates are from Zhejiang, and they are the ones that are easy to get along with. With like-mindedness (like-taste), they get together in less than a day.

On a whim, I wrote a song called "Drinking Song": I am not a weed man, I play the autumn wind with my sword

Snoring deep in the clouds, the ancient temple is burning lonely lamp

Climbing the top of Mount Tai alone, remembering the dusk

Being outside the world, the water flows eastward and eastward

When they knew that he was still a single noble, they began to instill in him that the petty bourgeois idea that he was idle anyway, so it was better to fall in love than to fall in love.

He was waiting with a longing, waiting for the five-petal lilac flowers to bloom for him

The poet Browning said: He looked at her, she looked back and smiled at him, and life suddenly woke up

One day on the way back to the dormitory with his roommate, he found a very special girl. Although she did not look like Li Yannian sang, she looked like a crystal clear eyes and looked at her spirits, which gave her a lively atmosphere. In his eyes, she was like an elf who was lost in the world.

He had originally scoffed at love at first sight and felt that he had chopped off his left hand with his right hand.

I don’t know if it was fate or God’s tricks, but my roommate actually knew her. Of course, he accepted this gift happily. Maybe he was influenced by the motto that my roommate missed and never let go. As the saying goes, living with a good person is like entering the room of Zhilan.

He got his wish and learned some important information, including her name and mobile phone number,

He sent her a text message: Eat Crystal Love Jelly, hoping to eat your sorrow one by one

A lot of things were not said, because you used to like me as your younger brother...

Is there anyone writing poetry for you now, and is there anyone reciting the Book of Songs for you?

She replied: Sorry, she is very happy that you sent the wrong message.

What a kind girl. At that time, he treated her as Ji Jie and said something he didn't dare or could not say. The words flowed between the lines were full of true feelings, but I don't know why he didn't tell her Xia Yu.

He told her that he likes crystal the most, with clean purity and bright crystal, without causing any trace of worldly dust; he told her about the origin of the thirteen lost crystal skulls; he also told her some of his previous stories about Ji Jie...

She listened slowly to him and comforted him patiently, as if a very good friend was talking to him.

Days follow

He said he would find him a star very close to him in the starry sky, and give him stories that each sign is either tragic or desolate but beautiful; she said she didn't like to be a listener, so it would be easy to lose herself; he said he would just be lonely because she had no companion star, and when she was in pain, tired, and wanted to be a listener, he would tell her...

(five)

Maybe God is favoring him. During the second semester of military training, he and her class were in the same place. Amid the strange screams of his roommate, he had the illusion that happiness came so quickly and so directly.

Every day when the military training is resting, several people gather together. The instructor will ask the students to perform the show, sing and dancing as long as they are good at it.

Fang Miaoyu was called to sing by their class almost every day. At that time, her smile was brought from her crystal-like eyes to her eyebrows, nose, and mouth...

He never dared to tell her that he was actually by his side, because she said that as long as she thought that maybe the stranger who looked back for you might be him in the vast crowd, she would feel moved.

After the military training, their class went to the discotheque to see the instructor off. Unexpectedly, Fang Miaoyu was there too, but her hand was held by another person. At that moment, he was very calm, without a trace of jealousy or anger. Suddenly, this feeling was not the love he wanted, and he smiled relievedly.

He suddenly thought of Xia Yu!

Xia Yu, what if Xia Yu's hand was held by another person?

There was a smile on his face, and his heart was as if he was being grabbed, so he couldn't breathe. No!

Xia Yu's hand can only be held by him!

Finally, I realized how much he cared about Xia Yu! Touching is not love, but sometimes people often regard some love as touching and he is such a self-righteous fool!

Because he knew that Xia Yu's hand would not be held by others, he could put Xia Yu behind him with confidence, squander everything she had given to him, and could carelessly and cruelly regard her love as a touch,

There were two small goldfish she bought in the fish tank, her lost hairpins were placed on the desk, the bookmarks she gave in "The Fragrance of Chrysanthemums", and the gems she planted on the balcony...

I accidentally got used to having her, used to her care, used to her spoiled behavior, used to her existence, but not her loss, and did not face darkness alone!

(six)

The roommates who had been crazy all night fell asleep with exhausted satisfaction

Under the smudged light, he opened Xia Yu's diary with piety and bitterness. The first page reads: Do you have to feel heart-wrenching to remember the taste of love; do you have to be deeply in the bone marrow to be called love; if so, let me pay tribute to this love for you with my life's youth

At that moment, his tears gushed like a spring

In love, he is like Peter Pan who lives on the Never Island and never grows up, because he doesn't want to grow up and stubbornly looks at love with his own eyes. Even if he goes against his beloved, he will not look back in anger.

After turning the diary page by page, Xia Yu, who was originally a little blurry, became clearer, her laughed, her crying, her fussed, her coquettish, her silence...

Love grows with her height and weight. Even if one day it no longer grows taller and heavier, this love with childhood vows will still grow.

Thoughts spread like a tide, drowning him: every Valentine's Day she would ask him to write a poem or lyrics, and she would exchange chocolates she chose in person. Although she knew that he did not like the taste of chocolate, she just liked to see him do things he didn't like to do for her; every April Fool's Day she would write on a letter paper with her left hand, and then secretly put it into his book; every Arbor Day she would pull him to the back mountain to find a small tree, write her wishes on paper and put them in a glass bottle and bury them beside the small tree, because she said that this wish would grow with the small tree; every night there was a meteor shower, he would drag him on the rooftop to wait for the unreal brilliance he knew, and then make a pious wish...

Her charming and gentleness are like a stream with smoke in the deep mountains, flowing through her heart, bringing lovesickness to every corner of her body

It started to rain outside the window, the dark night, the lonely street lights, and the lonely streets seemed to be mocking his ridiculousness and sorrow

He was stubbornly looking for fairy tale love and trekking on the journey of love. She was also stupid enough to follow him and only hoped to watch his shadow step on his footsteps. Until one day, she cried and stopped to rest. He circled around the earth before seeing her former footsteps, and found her love and her own love, but at this time she had disappeared from his sight

Perhaps the pages of the Book of Songs have turned yellow and faded, and the crystals have broken all over the ground, and the crying lilies finally bloomed in his tears.

One day he received a strange text message: Please don’t fall in love before meeting me!

Looking up at the deep starry sky, he suddenly found that the star he found for Xia Yu was still by his side, and had not changed.

Xia Yu, you have never left before, have you?

So he began to write novels just to commemorate those who had passed away and those who had missed it.