Sixteen, love is a commodity

No one's love can be as romantic and beautiful as a fairy tale. Is it because I read too many fairy tales when I was a child, which made me yearn for that nihilistic love too much? The prince can always walk with the princess and live a happy life in the end. Why can't I walk with Shuangshuang? Is it because I'm not a prince, or because my princess is not her?

I don't know when I began to like to listen to Wang Jie's songs, not because he sings well, but because the lyrics are well written: "Walking alone, the cold long street..." What a lonely and painful thing it is, and how many people can feel this lonely pain? Just as I was tired of walking, I suddenly heard a shout in front of me. I was not in the mood to pay attention to this desperate request for help, because I was even more of a person in need. I walked past them a little numbly. Suddenly, I heard that someone was calling my name. I saw Shuangshuang again. Two men were blocking her.

It's time for me to be a hero to save the beauty. I rushed over and waved my fist crazily like grabbing a lollipop from a little tiger when I was a child. In fact, I don't fight. Every time I pretend to be awesome, I just want to beat my swollen face and pretend to be fat. Maybe the people who do this kind of thing are timid. What I defeat is not their strength, but their psychology. They flew away from the scene. And I was not excited to be a hero. I looked at the frost sitting on the ground indifferently and left as if nothing had happened. I can't forget the tears of a person on the street just now. She would rather accompany me to sing and dance than come out to see my indifference...

I walked for a long time, and she didn't catch up. Maybe it was scared. I thought I could leave so open-mindedly, but I left, but my heart was still guarding her and thinking about how she is now. Did the two men go back? Thinking about a lot of things, or all these thoughts, is just to make an excuse to go back to see her.

I couldn't stand the pain of thinking about her for a long time. I unconsciously walked back. She sat quietly on the side of the road. I walked over and sat down beside her naturally. Suddenly, she cried uncontrollably. The more I cried, the more sad I became. When I saw her crying, I could only hold her. She cried for a long time and said quietly:

"Half a year, only half a year, how many boyfriends I have made. I have forgotten. I don't know who I have loved. Love has faded for me, just like a commodity. So I want to choose a good buyer and negotiate a good price. Maybe this is the so-called happiness~~ But will it hurt people who love themselves? Or just like I don't know who I've loved, let alone who has loved me. Maybe everyone regards love as a commodity, displays it in the most beautiful place of the soul, and waits for the price. When you find someone who can cry for him and laugh for him, it will be sold!"

Is love really a commodity? I listened to her words, like a basin of cold water pouring down my head...