Just give birth to pickles

You are going on a trip, and there are already five people in the car, including you, three men and two women.So you said to me: "There is no place for you." It seemed to test me to what extent I could do for you.I opened the trunk and squatted down.

At the dinner table, I forgot how to hold the knife and fork, and the knife creaked on the plate.You were very angry and forced me to put down the knife and fork directly in front of your friend. I drank the red wine in the glass, and the only thing sloshing in my stomach was liquid.You know, I can't starve to death.

During those days when you forcibly locked me in the house, my only hope every day was to wait for you to come home.I know you don't want to come back, just as you don't want me to go out.You have been trying to avoid being on the same occasion with me all your life, I will only embarrass you, I am a piece of paint peeling off on the surface of your beauty.I don't even dare to hold hands with you, you despise my philistine and the strong local taste on me.

But I am so obsessed with you, obsessed with everything about you.I swear, the meaning of my life is you, and I will pay any price for it.I keep running on the road of life, just to let you ascend to a high position and be admired by others.

But, you think I'm annoying again.You think I am uneducated and my handwriting is not good-looking.You think I have a bad stomach, you think I am submissive and introverted, you will scold me whenever you drink, and all the failures of your business can be blamed on me.It seems that all my efforts are shit, and only the shortcomings can make you remember.

When you pointed at my nose and scolded me for my incompetence, I was making longevity noodles for you.The stock market crashes, and you feel tormented...you say: "You bought that stock." But the entire stock market is green, I don't have a grand strategy, I don't understand economics, and mistakes are inevitable.

I said, "Eat the noodles."

No matter how bad it is, it is at least food.Your business failed and you lost so many friends, it’s not just me who stays by your side.You will only blame me, blame me, as if if I hadn't insisted on staying by your side, you would not be what you are now.Talk like I can leave you, talk like you can leave me.

I took off my clothes, touched your back, you took a deep breath emotionally, and kissed my ear tenderly.Only then are you gentle.

You made it again and got on the podium.The reporters are shooting at you long and shortly, digging out your success and the story behind your success.The first time you talked about me in front of others, I watched you on TV, and you outside the TV held me in your arms.You said that without me, there would be no you now.I suddenly became a diamond under your dazzling aura. Although there are still people who despise you with my existence, you finally learned to speak for me.

No one loves you more than me, but do you really love me?

Who am I?I am your gray past.I was born in a remote village in China. I had no money and no good looks. After finishing primary school, I took the train to a big city.I've worked all kinds of jobs, and the only thing that sustains me is the fantasy about you in my head.I wish I didn't have to lie in a hot bed with lice in the summer, looking helpless at my swollen legs.I hope that in winter, I don’t have to pile up all the batting and winter clothes to barely keep out the cold. I want to be successful, I want to do big business, and let everyone see me.

All my life I want to be a successful person, and I have been working hard to make it possible.Because of my lack of culture and introverted personality, I suffered a lot.When I first succeeded, I finally became a businessman with a smooth tongue and superficial politeness.Since then, you have been born.Then, you go in and out of high-end places and deal with all kinds of people.You despise the first half of your life as mediocre and mediocre, vulgar and ugly.You always hide me, for fear that others will see me and this side of you.

That's because your success is really insignificant, and it's because your inferiority complex is a real inferiority complex.I know that when one day you really succeed, you will be able to face me.

I am so infatuated with you, you are my dream.

I have seen all your despicableness and hypocrisy, and sometimes I want to hold you back, so that you don't walk on the blade of profit, you walk full of blood, and you have to bow to others."I just didn't want to disappoint you," you finally admitted after drinking. Your eyes were red and swollen, and you kissed me like a child.Once your disgust was really disgusting, and now your confession is also a real confession.

Maybe when a person reaches middle age, there will always be a few days when he will feel sad.It's okay, I won't leave you.

The author has something to say:

Self-tackling and self-sufficiency is really a big point of mine. I recommend the movie "Former Destination/Interception in Time and Space"