Just give birth to pickles

I have always wondered, how does one person fall in love with another person?

In the movie, two or three spliced ​​shots, a close-up of the face, especially the eyes, and an involuntary smile.So we know, oh, this person likes that person, it doesn't even take a second.

In novels, if the author does not specifically say that it is love at first sight, what readers want to see is the process of their falling in love. The process is usually long and ambiguous, experiencing something together, suddenly realizing something, and then progressing slowly.So readers know that this love is reasonable and satisfies the prerequisite for love to happen.

But where does love begin?I need more definitive answers than all the hazy feelings I have.In my intuition, this answer must have an equation similar to chemistry, or conform to some physical law.It is so accurate that if you just take the experience of two people into it, you can know how likely it is that the two parties will fall in love.

Otherwise, I don't believe in anything.

Like right now, it's hard for me to define the relationship between me and my upper bunk brother.

Obviously when we first met, if it wasn't for communication, we wouldn't even say a word.Obviously before today, he didn't treat me any differently from others, but now he says he likes me.

I really want to pull out a plot of ups and downs from the gap in time, or some amazing glimpse, some night of indescribable feelings.But no, I still remember the belch he had last night after a beer, and how my socks stink.And we have been together for more than 500 days and nights with the most ordinary and sloppy side, and even the last bit of elusive mystery has disappeared.

So I feel strange, and I really hope to get such a formula to deduce whether it is normal or whether he has made a mistake.Because in all fairness, his conditions are much better than mine. Whether it is internal or external, character or family background, they all belong to the kind of people we hate the most when we grow up-other people's children.

He has so many friends that his mouth can cramp when he goes out to say hello.

Such a person likes me?It always feels like he is eating too much.

In fact, I have a very bad impression of him. A year ago, when I just broke up with my girlfriend, although on the surface I was laughing and joking with my friends, playing games in Internet cafes, and eating all over the night market starting with cold pot fish, I actually nearly broke down at the time.I couldn’t hold back when I was lying on the bed at night. I was crying alone there. I didn’t provoke him or provoke him. He grabbed me off the bed, beat me hard, and said that if I cried again, I would be beaten. Pants.

I'm usually the kind of person who doesn't say a word and doesn't show my emotions. I've cried just once in my adult life, and I've been cast aside so miserably, so of course I hold a grudge against him.He chatted with me even if he had nothing to do, which was basically nonsense and illogical nonsense, so I just chatted with him and often poured cold water on him.

There is really nothing else.If I want to analyze this issue, I must find out all the doubts and contradictions.But this matter is so simple, there is nothing to repeat.

Thinking of this, I looked up at him.He said just now that he was smoking a cigarette and waiting for my reply. While I was thinking, the dormitory was filled with smoke. When I realized it, I saw that the glass jar was full of cigarette butts.He pointed to the trash can and said, "One tank has already been dumped just now."

After much deliberation, I got no results, so I scolded him for being an idiot, and then asked him, "What do you like about me?"

"I just like talking to you," he said.

"Then it's just a chat. Besides, if you want to chat with someone, everyone's throat will smoke if they talk to each other."

"See my head?" He pointed to his own head.

"Big, too shiny to ignore," I said deadpan.

"It is full of labels. When people look at me, they are not really looking at me, they are looking at these labels: rich, can sing, can do a lot of things in the student union presidium, the second generation of bosom brother, troubled Help later, promising son, monitor...there are too many, I can't even count them." He looked distressed.

"Is this a new way to show off? If there is justice in this world, I really want to sue you for pretending." I felt very uncomfortable.

"Yes, in your eyes, I am nothing but a roommate. If there are any attributes attached, I can at most be regarded as a pretentious machine. Only in this way can I speak to you frankly and without any scruples."

"Then you just talk, even if I don't want to hear it at all, you still talk all the time. What does it have to do with you wanting to be with me?"

"Because when I found out that you were mean, I wanted to kill you."

"Then do it, it hurts." After I finished speaking, I turned and went to bed.

After a while, I felt a little movement on the bed. It turned out that he stepped on the ladder and climbed up to the upper bed with a muffled sound.If this is a movie, the camera will definitely give a close-up of the smile on my face.Later, I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt a little, so I kicked the upper plank and asked him, "What's the matter? You're not in good health? I didn't expect you to do it seven times a night."

There was another movement from the upper bunk, and he stepped down the ladder angrily, holding the upper bunk with both hands, leaning forward to face me.I flinched involuntarily, and held down a large English-Chinese translation dictionary on the bedside to prepare flowers for his head.

But he suddenly turned his head, the corners of his mouth raised, and he couldn't help laughing.

I think I understand how one person can fall in love with another.