"Haha, it's so funny. I laughed from the bottom of my heart." Sabo laughed after watching the TV series.
"Uh, brother Sabo?" The blond boy Mason looked at the gray bunny youth in confusion: "But the one played just now seemed to be a tragedy?"
"No, you only watched the finale. You didn't watch the entire series, and you didn't understand the British black humor." Sabo laughed, "The fact is that the heroine rejected the hero's proposal.
Find another rich man who is much richer and uglier than the male protagonist. For her, love is not important at all. In the end, the most important thing is money. Doesn’t this happen too much in reality?
As a result, the male protagonist worked hard to make money in order to regain the heroine's heart, and almost died from overwork before he earned enough wealth. However, she was already married to a rich man and even had children.
After he finally gave up on the heroine and got married and married, the heroine's husband suddenly went bankrupt due to business failure during the economic depression, leaving her and her children on the street. She shamelessly went to him for help, and he even
When money was tight, he provided money to help her and prevent her and her children from misfortune. How did she repay him? First, she teased him as a maid in his home, and then used a series of acting skills to drive away his first wife.
Wife, forced him to marry her again. After they got married, she poisoned his food, gradually poisoned him with non-lethal but cumulative poison, and embezzled his family property. But that stupid man still carried the poison with him until his death.
Smiling happily and thinking she is the most beautiful person in the world.
The power of love is indeed great. It can make a gangster with a low social status make a vow to work hard to climb up the ladder, and eventually become famous and successful in his career.
But the power of money is greater. It can turn an innocent girl into a sinister devil, playing with men and taking away everything.
In the face of the temptation of money, love is worthless at all. Love that lasts until death, love that never leaves, are all deceptive plots in novels and movies, how can they exist in reality. This is a drama full of
This satirical TV series tells people how cruel and ruthless reality is, and how ridiculous people who indulge in false love are. Even the name is "Love is Poison", do you think it can still be a comedy?"
"Do you really think so, Brother Sabo?"
"After all, I have seen too many situations in my life where friends and relatives are betrayed for profit." The young man from the Gray Rabbit sneered, "This movie exists to satirize all of this, to tell you that people's hearts are separated from each other."
, Unless the relationship with the other party is consistent, no one is worth trusting."
"I always feel a little sad when I hear you say that." Mason's answer was filled with disappointment.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you." The Gray Rabbit smiled bitterly: "But this is what I really think. After everything I have experienced, it is impossible for me to trust anyone easily."
The blond boy looked at the gray bunny man and asked tentatively: "Can't I be believed too, Brother Sabo?"
"I'm sorry, but I have only known you for a day." Sabo replied honestly: "You didn't even tell me your life experience, even if you were hiding from a group of people, why did you hide in my house for a week?
You haven't wanted to let me know for a long time. It's really difficult for me to trust you."
"Indeed." Mason seemed to be hesitating, maybe wanting to tell Sabo the truth, but he was never able to tell everything.
"Don't you have anything to say? That's fine." Sabo smiled bitterly and said, "I shouldn't ask anything anyway, so that's it. It's late at night, stop watching TV and go back to your room to sleep."
"Okay." Mason agreed. Just as he got up from the sofa, he seemed to see something and suddenly froze and stepped back.
"What's wrong?"
"Cockroach...!" he said.
"cockroach?"
"Cockroach......... Cockroach, cockroach, cockroach, cockroach, cockroach!!!!!!!!!!" the blond boy screamed:
"Right at your feet!"
"Oh?" Sabo glanced at his feet calmly, and there was indeed a small black shadow moving slightly there. The disgusting little bug had not started to alert yet, and had no intention of running away. It was just shaking its body as if nothing had happened.
Tentacles.
It's just a cockroach. Sabo took out a small notebook from the side of the sofa as a matter of course, tore out a piece of paper filled with words, and then with a swish, covered the ground with the paper at lightning speed.
The little bug was pressed to death.
The cockroach's body was crushed and exploded, making a "wave" sound that made Mason tremble all over.
"What a fuss." Sabo snorted, crumpling the paper into a ball, carrying the paper and the cockroach's body away, taking it to the kitchen and throwing it into the trash can.
Mason also sat down on the sofa as if his feet were weak, and took a sneak peek at the notebook.
It was a good thing that he didn't look at it. He couldn't stop looking at it and flipped through a few more pages with his hands. When Sabo came back from the kitchen after handling the cockroach's body and washing his hands, Mason was continuing to flip through the notebook with tears in his eyes.
.
"Wow, what are you doing?" The bunny boy was frightened by the other party's exaggerated reaction.
"I didn't know... that there were such tragic and touching stories in the world." The blond boy wiped the corners of his eyes and whispered, "Did you write this?"
"Well, it's the manuscript of a novel I wrote before." Sabo replied awkwardly: "My mother was ill at that time, and I was also very stressed in life, so I tried to write something to vent."
"You wrote a work of this level just to vent?!"
"What [this level]? Isn't this just useless garbage?" Sabo shrugged and chuckled to himself.
"How could this be garbage?" Mason exclaimed: "I was really moved by the scene I saw just now where the hero and heroine said goodbye under the moonlight. It was just my first time watching it, and I only read a small chapter.
I was moved to tears! How could a work of this level be trash?!"
"You think so?" Sabo smiled disapprovingly: "Maybe it's because you are still young and not familiar with the world? What impresses you now may not even be as good as garbage in more than ten years?"
"How is that possible!"
"Huhu. Let me tell you something." Sabo smiled and sat on the sofa with a calm face. At the same time, he also took the manuscript from Mason's hand: "I have tried to submit this kind of thing to a newspaper.
I hope I can earn some manuscript fees to help support my life. However, it has no effect at all. The editor of the newspaper has devalued this thing as worthless, thinking that this kind of novel with unclear purpose and vague content cannot be sold at all.
What they want is works that can help them make money immediately. The more sensational the theme, the better, the more exaggerated and unrealistic the content, the better, and the more flashy and pretentious the writing, the better. If they can do this, even if the novel itself is garbage, the better.
It can be a big hit. Anyway, most of the readers in this era are such a group of impetuous, brainless, fast-food vulgar people.
On the contrary, this kind of purely venting work is too depressing, hopeless, and obscure, and no one will be willing to read it. If it is published, the sales volume will definitely explode."
"I really don't think so..." Mason whispered.
"So you are a child." Sabo sneered: "Adults are much more naive, stupid, and lazy than you. When they live too tiredly, they will start to look at the world in a completely different way. Everything will not be like
The sparkling things that children see in their eyes have become dim and pale. So they no longer need darker things, but pursue those illusory things that seem to be sparkling but are actually vulgar and boring. This is not what anyone wants.
It’s my fault, it’s just a matter of life.”
"That would be too sad." The blond boy whispered.
"Perhaps. But it's a fact that no one has read this thing at all." Sabo laughed self-deprecatingly: "So this manuscript is worse than a rag, so it's not a pity to throw it away."
In fact, Mason seemed to have seen similar things lying near the kitchen. At that time, he didn't care, because the same manuscript had long been smoked black and yellow by the kitchen smoke and fire, and the writing on it was no longer legible. The stove's
The ignition function is not very good. The manuscript placed next to the stove is used as a ignition device. Before making a fire, Saab would first use a lighter to ignite the torn paper from the manuscript book, and then use the burning paper to ignite it.
Of the stove.
Before Mason knew about this, the bunny boy had burned countless manuscripts to ashes and burned down many touching plots he had written.
It's just that a mentally retarded newspaper editor told him that these contents were worthless.
Mason looked at the Gray Rabbit young man with incredible eyes.
"What's going on again?" Rabbit groaned.
"Since this manuscript is just trash to you, can I keep a copy as a souvenir?" Mason asked, "Is it better than throwing it away?"
"It's really troubling..." The bunny boy scratched his head: "I wrote this thing, and it's so poorly written. It would be embarrassing to show you like this."
"It won't be embarrassing. I'll just take a look and keep it as a souvenir." The blond boy said, "You've made it worthless, so I won't go and see it with high expectations. Isn't that okay?"
"
"If you like, do whatever you want." Rabbit scratched his head again and put the manuscript into the other person's hand: "It will definitely make you bored. It's just right for hypnosis."
"Hahaha." Mason smiled and took away the manuscript with less than half left. The story recorded in it was already quite fragmented, after all, too many pages had been torn out. But it was still manageable and readable.
"Good night then." Sabo said nothing more and turned around to walk to his room.
Mason also walked into the room with the manuscript, lay on the uncomfortable hard bed, and read the manuscript in front of the dim light.
As he watched, tears welled up uncontrollably.
That is a broken soul, at the end of life, shouting silently at the highest volume. It cannot be a bad work. In a sense, it can even be regarded as a masterpiece.
In a boring, impetuous and stupid era, the masterpieces are buried and the real garbage is raised to the sky. This is the most terrible and sad thing.
The blond boy scrawled something on another piece of paper. It wasn't a novel, but something shorter. Maybe it was a poem, maybe it was lyrics. He had only seen one side of the whole story and could not restore the whole story, but
He could still make a rough guess and describe everything in a more concise way.
That is something that pales in comparison to the original work, but can still touch people's hearts. (To be continued)