Love you is my own business. I would rather kneel in the hall at midnight and wait for your figure;
Love you is my own business. I would rather give birth to your son alone and raise him alone;
Love you is my own business. I would rather tell you all the truth before I die.
R The writer received a thick letter on his 41st birthday, written by a strange woman. The letter tells a long and sad love story, but R knows nothing about it. A woman spends her whole life interpreting love and practicing one sentence: I love you, it has nothing to do with you.
When was the last time I read this article "Letter from a Stranger Woman"? I was still in college, right? How does it feel to me when I am young in the face of such a lingering love story?
Beautiful is beautiful, and sadness is sad. But ordinary people are nothing more than "Hey, there is such a stupid woman in the world"?
After many years, looking back at the strange woman in my memory who loved love and devoted her whole life but did not seek rewards, I could only admire her.
Girl: I love you, but it has nothing to do with you
You didn’t recognize me, and then there was no, forever, you never recognized me. It was the first time I suffered a fate that I had not recognized by you. This fate ran through my life and I also left the world with it.
Xi Murong wrote in the poem:
How to let you meet me? In my most beautiful moment, for this
I have been praying in front of the Buddha for five hundred years, and I ask it to make us a relationship of dust
The Buddha turned me into a tree, growing by the road you must pass
Hi is carefully blooming in the sun, and flowers are all my hopes in my previous life.
When you approach, please listen carefully. The trembling leaves are the enthusiasm I wait for. And you finally walked by indifferently. The
. Friends, that was not a petal, it was my withered heart.
When you were 13 years old, the girl lived in this place with her widowed mother. One day, the original neighbor moved away. It is said that a writer was going to move in. Before the person came, the exquisite furniture was moved in first, and there were cars of books. All these make girls yearn for writers.
R writer is in the upper class of society, with servants in person, has a superior life and is knowledgeable, has a wide range of knowledge, has a wide range of interests, and likes to travel.
The girl is at the bottom of society, has a poor family, and is dependent on her cowardly mother. She wears patched clothes, is introverted, looks shy and shy.
When the girl first met the writer, he wore a charming light brown sportswear and walked upstairs two steps one step as she walked the stairs. He had a lively face and beautiful, shiny hair, and his movements were as light as a 17-year-old boy.
The girl sighed in her heart:
What a young and handsome, tall and flexible person!
At first glance, the girl felt the two sides of a man: on the one hand, she was a young boy with strong desire, unruly, addicted to play and adventure; on the other hand, she was a mature man who was extremely serious, conscientious, well-read and knowledgeable.
That's it. The girl's feelings for the writer begin with a look up and a worship position.
Girls start to improve themselves. The first thing she does is try to make herself dress neatly and beautifully.
I brushed my clothes cleanly and sewed neatly, fortunately in front of you, which made you like; I had a patch on the left side of my old student skirt, and I felt very ugly. I was afraid that you would see this patch, so I looked down on me. So when I went upstairs, I always pressed my schoolbag on the patch. I was so scared that I was afraid that you would see it.
not only strives to make external changes, but the girl also tries her best to improve her inner beauty. She began to read hard, and read thousands of books every day until late at night; her grades also jumped from the class's little transparent to the first place in the class; because the writer likes music, the girl began to persevere in practicing the piano every day.
In addition to this, the girl began to wait and snoop every day. She did a lot of stupid things, kissing the door handle that the writer touched and stealing the cigarette butt that the writer threw away before entering the door. At night, the girl kept going downstairs and staring at the writer's room in an alley, in order to feel the writer's existence more clearly.
One day, the girl came back from a walk with a female classmate and met the writer. The girl grabbed the previous step and opened the door for him. The writer stopped and looked at the girl, with warm, soft, affectionate eyes and smiled affectionately.
This kind of vision is the way writers treat women, and it is the gaze of a natural tempting person.
However, the 16-year-old girl could not tell this. At this moment, the girl completely fell in love with the writer. This yellow-haired girl who had not yet developed completely suddenly became a woman and was always fascinated by the writer. From then on, her love for the writer became the fate of the girl.
Later, the girl's mother remarried a wealthy distant relative, and their family left the small town of Vienna.
There is no days when there is no writer, and there is no sunshine in the girl's life, and she lives like a walking corpse.
18 when she returned to Vienna under the name of self-reliance.
She would look around every day at the alley where the writer lives. On the 1000th look, she finally met him, and successfully attracted the attention of the writer with her young beauty. The two spent three days and nights together.
The girl finally gave herself happily to the man she had loved for five years and was ecstatic about it.
Three days later, the writer said he was going to go far and took some money to the girl. He thought girls were greedy for money, just like those casual girls on the street.
When he left, the writer gave the girl a white rose.
The writer did not recognize the girl, nor did he ask her name.
The girl is pregnant and gave birth to a boy after ten months of pregnancy. In order to provide her son with a good material life, the girl began to commit to all kinds of rich men, regardless of the old or young.
The girl said this:
My body belongs to you alone. Since you don’t love me, no matter what my body does, I don’t care.
Although she said so, the girl did not agree to anyone's proposal because she wanted to keep her freedom for the writer. Every year on the writer's birthday, the girl buys a bouquet of white roses and sends it to her.
In a dance hall, the girl who was with her lover met the writer again. The girl's beauty once again attracted the writer's attention. He thought the girl was a fairy woman. He waved his hand, and the girl left her lover and ran away with the writer.
The two spent another night together.
The next morning, the writer said that he was going to set out for a trip. He also said, as soon as I came back, I would go to find you, and then he brought a few large-value banknotes to the girl.
It turns out that the writer only regards girls as one of countless women in the world, and is so he puts them in his arms for money.
She is always a strange existence to him.
The girl left sadly, and a rose that was about to wither was inserted into her hair.
After all these years, the girl will still send a bouquet of white roses on the writer's birthday every year.
Now her only hope is her children, his and the writer's children.
However, when the woman was 31 years old, her son had flu . The flu at that time was enough to kill people. While caring for her son, the woman also contracted the flu and lay down beside her son.
Before dying, the woman wrote this letter to the writer.
Love, thousands of twists and turns. Even if it is just a matter of one person, you should still achieve perfection from another person.
A strange woman has loved the writer for her life. No one knows her love and has no practical significance. This kind of pain of not being able to love follows the girl throughout her life. She said she did not regret it because it was her destiny to fall in love with him.
Writer: There was a girl who loved me so much
Letter finally finished reading, and the R writer's hands trembled. Some fragments of fragments poured into his mind. He seemed to remember the young and beautiful girl next door, but he could not remember her name.
His eyes fell on the empty blue vase in front of him, and there were no flowers in the vase. This was the first time. On his birthday, there was no faint fragrance of white roses in his room.
He vaguely remembered the invisible woman, the woman without a trace.
Men are too fickle and careless, kind and cowardly, and can both exude passion and escape. Because I don’t know who gave the rose, I love that rose.
How poetic, but how stupid it is.
A woman who truly falls in love with a man will know herself better than a man. Without this woman who loves him deeply, he might have lived in a life that is neither happy nor sad for the rest of his life.
is a woman who made him rediscover himself.
Secret love is the joy that is low to the dust
Secret love is the most beautiful emotion in the world. If the two really get together, it will not be easy to last. Because of the secret love stage, both of them gave each other too much halo.
A girl’s feelings for the writer are after all, a secret love for her. This inextricable obsession and attachment is precisely because she cannot get it, so it turns into deep love, which becomes heavier as time goes by.
Looking at the girl in the movie and feeling the persistence and helplessness, I could only sigh in my heart.
The heroine's infatuation is sad. She insists on her principle: I love you, it has nothing to do with you. Is this really the case with
?
Love you is my own business. The girl did a ruthless and utterly job at this point, and used her gentle and violent force to make it unforgettable for a man to live his life, even if he didn't know his name, didn't have her photos, and even knew nothing about the past. But he just remembered her.
I don’t know where the love arises, and it goes deeper.
Because I love you, I chose to spend my whole life waiting for love in my life.
The girl’s stubbornness is heartbreaking. So affectionate, but hard to speak of.
I love you, it has nothing to do with you.
#I am creating the second issue of Toutiao#
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