A love that burns

"Before I knew much, I was sure that I liked him." The man was silent for a long time, and finally started with these words.

In the room, there was only one dim yellow desk lamp on the wooden table between us, which flickered from time to time, barely illuminating his pale face.I threw away the nearly burnt cigarette in my hand, took out the recording pen from my pocket, pressed the switch, put it on the table and pushed it towards him.

He looked up at me, and I couldn't see what was in that look, but for a moment I felt flustered, afraid that he would stop talking about it, so I asked, "Will it be recorded?"

He lowered his eyes again, and after a while, he stood up and moved the chair back, sat back down, and half of his body was plunged into darkness.Light and darkness intertwined on his face, just like good and evil intertwined in his character, his life, forming his unspeakable decades.

It should be clarified that it is not that his past career is so special that it is difficult to explain.What I am referring to is his most basic distinction between good and evil as a human being. It is difficult for me to judge which side he leans towards.

This man is full of evil, he has a gloomy nature, and finally hurt the person he loves most under the pathological possessiveness.

"Both Wang Yi and I were born in the same hospital and lived together in the same nursery. The difference is that he was soon abandoned by his parents..."

But from another point of view, he is too pitiful. When he met Wang Yi, he was toyed with by this man whose skin was warm like sun and his bones were filled with haze all the year round. .

It is said that love is complementary, so what about two equally crazy people meeting together?Perhaps the final outcome can only be to fall to pieces in the abyss of love.

The following is what he said. I copied it from the tape recorder and presented it on paper.