Eros, take you through sex

It seemed like death was always close to him, or the breath of death was always around him. Whenever he appeared, it was not that there was a lot of love and tenderness, but it felt like he was always accompanied by the god of death. The continuous death made it difficult for him to cope with it.

However, he knew that he was dead. There was no great meaning in living anyway, so there was not much to worry about. However, once emotions were involved, it seemed that there was a feeling that was difficult to be separated from, and in this feeling of being separated, there was a hard-to-explain discomfort.

No matter what, we live in this world, and perhaps there is love after all.

The goddess of love appeared, and in the sunny environment, the surroundings were still as beautiful as heaven. She took out another colorful pill and told him that he needed to take it again and then do what she asked him to do, or work. He also gradually began to adapt to this method, took the pill in one breath, and then fell into a deep sleep. But after taking it for a long time, he did not wake up.

At this moment, he seemed to have entered a dream.

He began to think of his wife, whom he seemed to love very much, but in his dream, he saw that she had found a new boyfriend, and she ignored her son and left him to the child's grandmother. When he saw his lonely son, or unhappy son, his heart was torn. He was immersed in this pain, but he was powerless. He wanted to wake up and stop thinking about these things, but these things tortured him.

He didn't know how to erase these memories.

It felt like he had slept for a very long time, and the dream seemed to last for a very long time. He finally woke up sleepily under a ray of strong light. He seemed to have not left this place, or this town. But this town seemed not to be the same as the town before, but more like the town where he lived. After a closer look, it turned out to be true. Although he was eager to see the child, no matter how hard he tried, he could not do so. So he had to stop and stand where he was, listening to God's guidance.

It seems like you can't do whatever you want, you have to find the person you want to perceive.

Then, he began to accept some guidance and came to the vegetable market in the town. The vegetable market was busy today, and there were a lot of people coming and going. He used to like to come to the vegetable market because it had the atmosphere of human life. Only in the vegetable market could he feel the liveliness and warmth of the world. He walked in the vegetable market, as if he was getting closer to the people he needed to approach step by step.

He was also confused as to who that person was.

Sometimes he would see familiar people in the vegetable market, some were relatives, some were friends, but they should have forgotten him, he thought, feeling a little sad. Yes, in this vast world, if you die, who will remember you? And no one would talk too much about ending one's life by suicide. In this utilitarian age, relatives don't seem to be real relatives. It seems that relatives even went to court to fight for his share of the property, which is ridiculous. Now that he thinks of this, he doesn't want to see those people, nor does he want to care about how they are doing. Why should he miss those people who have forgotten him? There is no need at all. In the current situation, only by doing his own thing well can he achieve something, and it is not an achievement. The more things he experiences and the more people he meets, he seems to gradually feel something.

He had a different understanding of love, romance, marriage, family, or sex. For him, it seemed like a kind of growth and experience. The Goddess of Love, to be called the Goddess of Love, she had seen a lot, and the love and affection in the world were naturally beyond her. The shouts, the music, the sound of chopping meat on the chopping board, all kinds of sounds mixed together, like a symphony, resounding in every corner of the vegetable market. He stayed in the vegetable market, as if he had returned to the past.

Perhaps, he once liked this place very much, and liked the atmosphere of worldly life.

He approached a vegetable stall slowly and saw a woman in her thirties, who looked a little haggard, carrying a baby who should be only five months old on her back. The baby was very cute and had fallen asleep. She greeted the customers who came to buy vegetables with a smile.

On the stall, there are some simple dishes with rich varieties of vegetables. She is busy here, cleaning up all kinds of vegetables. Most of the vegetables are bought from small vendors, who actually just want to make a small profit, but there is no other way. This position was obtained with the help of acquaintances. It's not because she has a hard life, but it seems that no one is willing to do it. In this society of human relationships, relationships are really important. Being busy doing something here is also a kind of happiness. For her, being busy will prevent her from having random thoughts. Once she has random thoughts, it's really terrible. Nothing is good, and she may even suffer from depression. Postpartum depression also tortures her. She always thinks that thinking too much is useless. Only by being down-to-earth and doing your duty seriously can there be a little hope. Even if life is difficult, you still have to live, right? When no one can help you, you have to rely on yourself. She doesn't care about the things in the past at all. She doesn't want to think about it, and she doesn't want to regret it. Regret is useless, nothing is useful.

When she started selling vegetables, things were not going well. She could not make much money a day, and sometimes she even lost money. Fortunately, the vendors around her took good care of her, and as they gradually became familiar with each other, she was able to barely make ends meet. It seems that it is also very difficult to live in a place without a stable job. Although it feels like you can live anywhere, the way of living is very different. The rich have their own way of living, and the poor have their own way of living. No matter how you live, you have to live. Death is the fairest thing. She has always believed that it is good to be alive, and leave the rest to fate.

But he stood there for a long time, and didn't see many people buying groceries. The woman's cell phone rang several times, but she never answered it. The child woke up after a while, and she sat down, holding the child and feeding him. The child was much quieter after feeding, and didn't cry or make a fuss. It can be seen that the woman was a little anxious, but the look in her eyes when she looked at the child seemed full of maternal love.

He looked at this warm scene, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

Firstly, he thought of the time he had spent with his children, and how his ex-wife had also taken care of their children in the same way; secondly, he had not paid much attention to this woman before, and after observing her carefully, he did not remember anything. He was just very curious. Why did he have to meet this woman, enter her world, and feel her emotions? What was the intention of the god of love in making such an arrangement?

He was puzzled and could only watch step by step.