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Ugly people are not qualified to fall in love, and it can even be said that ugly people are not qualified to live at all.

As soon as this sentence comes out, someone will definitely refute it, because there are many ugly people in this world. Although low self-esteem and pain do plague them from time to time, everyone has self-esteem, although self-esteem is the weakest defense.

But in fact there is no society, beauty is worthless at all, beauty is only a social attribute.

In order to describe my worldview in detail, I have to write my story here as No.1.It is not as real as a diary, and there are many fabrications and exaggerations that belong to me.But what it says in every sentence must be the truth that some people evade.

The beginning of the story is a picture of a bus coming. I got on the bus and sat in the last row on the right side by the window.My eyes were staring out, but I wasn't actually seeing anything.I'm kind of bored with what I'm going to have to deal with this day.

First of all, I will attract some eyebrows on the road, and many people will greet me when I walk into the classroom. There will be apples and chocolates in the desk, and occasionally some unsigned confession letters.Near the end of school, the teacher will distribute half-term test papers, and I will be No.1 again.When I went up to get the test papers, many boys would pout their mouths in disdain, while the girls would look at me with smiles on their faces.Classes can be a little noisy, because the girls will argue with the boys because of me, saying that they are just jealous of my good looks and good grades.

The picture above is not from a dick's fantasy, it is actually fulfilled one by one with the rotation of the clock.And for all of this, there are only two words that can describe my feelings, that is: "Die!" Men die, women die, this world should be wrapped up in its self-righteous rules to die non-stop .

I will die too.

I often don't understand why people worship some superficially beautiful things, let alone how to define beauty.Single eyelid or double eyelid, tall or short, big face or small face, do you need to refine the pores?Need to go deep into the bone marrow?A piece of skin is enough.

It is with such confusion that I cannot accept the definition they gave me at all.They would say that I have narrow eyes, a sagging nose, and a healthy yellow complexion, and everything looks good anyway.I just think I'm ordinary, or to be honest, ugly.Since no one realized my ugliness, I couldn't be happy even if I worked hard and got something.But apart from studying, I don’t know what else to do. I don’t want to fall in love, because if you divide it by looks, I am not qualified to fall in love at all, and I am not worthy of those who confess to me.

I accepted the same hierarchical view as others, but I had fundamental differences with them in understanding.

Things began to change the moment I accepted Zhang Sheng's confession.I asked him why he confessed to me, he looked very nervous, and said to me apologetically: "Because you didn't accept any confessions from girls, so I mistakenly thought that you might like boys, I'm sorry..." He bowed his head and turned around to prepare leave.

I grabbed him: "I'm asking why you like me, is it because of my looks?"

He shook his head: "Actually, I don't think you are as good-looking as they say..." He paused and continued, "I always see you reading quietly in that library in the city center, sometimes looking for materials, sometimes The time is to read novels. I found that the types of novels we like to read are similar, and then I developed the habit of borrowing the novels you read."

I looked at Zhang Sheng, he had a clean face, a height of [-], sunny and handsome.He completely fits my aesthetics, but in the eyes of others, he is synonymous with ugliness.

After being with him, I became less cynical. The truth is that I don't care about other people's eyes at all. I often hold hands with him, intertwined fingers, and walk slowly on the sand and stones on the river bank, listening to the sound of the water.He is a bit introverted and not good at dealing with others, but he is very serious in his work. He has read more books than me. In the evening, he often introduces the outline of some books to me. After listening, we will do some Nocturnal exercise.

Everything is going with the flow, and I feel at ease and comfortable getting along with him.

But I gradually discovered the abnormality. He talked to me more and more absent-mindedly. He always had inexplicable bruises on his body. The time for being late for appointments gradually changed from a few minutes to a few hours.

I asked him, but he didn't say anything.

Today, I stood at the school gate and waited until it was dark. I was very sure that he didn't come out, so I rushed in, classrooms, playgrounds, and toilets. I rushed inside at high speed like a wasp trapped in transparent glass. The campus behind was unusually quiet, with no one at all.When I jumped up to the teaching building again, I heard a loud rushing sound.

I didn't expect that there were more than a dozen people gathered in the toilet on the second floor, both men and women.I pushed them away, and saw Zhang Sheng whose head was pressed into the toilet, his clothes were torn, his body was wet, and he was emitting a stench.

"He looks so ugly, how can he be worthy of you..." A girl grabbed my shoulder, I lifted it off, shouted with a lot of strength, and then half knelt down and hugged him , "I just like him, what does liking someone have to do with looks, you crazy people!"

I coughed violently, trying to expel the water that was choking in my trachea, but Zhang Sheng patted my back lightly, his eyes were red, and he yelled at the group of people in the toilet: "I just like him, like him What does a person have to do with looks, you crazy people!"

Yes, the reality is the opposite of the world I described.

You can see it from the beginning, right?My eyes are small, my nose is flat, and my skin color is yellowish. How can I belong to the kind of person who has perfect looks and is sought after by others?

My life has always been dark.

Until I met Zhang Sheng in the library, the books I read were always relatively out of the way, but I didn't expect that he also liked them.Whenever I stare at him, I think, if only he was a little uglier, with a more hunched back and a more protruding belly, then maybe we are compatible enough, and I can muster up the courage to confess to him.Like I said, I've accepted the hierarchy of looks, and I don't deserve him.

However, even so, I still confessed to him beyond my capacity.After listening to my confession, he asked me: "Then what book have you been reading recently?" The topic changed to a field I am familiar with, and I felt relieved and shared it with him with some secret joy.

Later, he came to me on his own initiative and handed me a cup of cold drink. We walked by the river, it was getting late, he tentatively held my hand.Our relationship has always been dull, but he said that he loves me.

The author has something to say:

I opened this document at random when digging through the old pit, and was shocked by the first sentence.But the memory also came flooding back, and then I remembered that this article was originally written to vent anger.One time when I went to a post bar, I was annoyed by the sentence that an ugly person is not qualified to be a homosexual. Until now, I can still feel my anger at that time when I read the first half of this article, and artificially made mine 23333 to highlight the effect.

Now I think that everyone has a love of beauty, and liking beautiful things is a very natural attribute of human beings. You can't say that you are desperate for the world of looking at faces, so you can just blindly praise ugly things, right?

So, I added a 1000+ word ending to this post.After all, love is equal.Moreover, Zhang Sheng would like the protagonist, not because the protagonist is ugly, but because the protagonist's heart is cynical but gentle enough.

第一稿时间：2014年1月。完稿于：2015年2月5日凌晨两点。