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I love a person, he never said he loves me. ——"Paranoid Love"

There is always hostility between his brows and eyes, he likes to scare people fiercely, his hands are stained with blood, and there is always an arrogant smile on the corner of his mouth, unruly contempt for all ignorant and stupid enemies standing in front of him.But he is not terrible, his heart is softer than cotton, and his soul is more precious than gold.Even though rooted in foul-smelling soil, he lives a nobler life than anyone else.

There was a door in that well-lit office leading to his lounge.He likes to collect fine wines, so there are many wine cabinets and wine racks there.I know that every time he stands in front of the wine cabinet in front of the wine cabinet and chooses which bottle to drink today, he will feel a strange sense of satisfaction and accomplishment, and he is always in a good mood at that time.

So, I like to sneak in when he's not around, swap his wine stash into fakes and hide them in my closet and put them back bottle by bottle. This is a "little game" I never get tired of playing.

By the way, his wine quality is very bad, he always makes a lot of noise when he is drunk, makes a mess of everything around him, and even pulls his collar and refuses to let you leave, just like everyone hates but has to deal with it with a smile boss.Whenever this happens, I will cover for my colleague and then smile and watch him drunkenly pointing and yelling at others.Most of the time it's me, but sometimes it's other guests or the bar owner.

He knows that he does not drink well, so he seldom gets drunk outside, but it is always difficult for a person who likes to drink not to get drunk, so whenever the time is almost up, I will sit next to him and take my clothes off. Take it to him.Then the clearing begins, and I'll drink with him until dawn, or send him back to his bed in the lounge after he's too drunk and falls asleep.

In the eyes of my colleagues, I seem to be a very good person.Although they respected and loved him, they were really afraid of him when he was drunk.When he is not drinking, he is very defensive and generous. He is usually very polite and even has no airs, but once he is drinking, he is very self-confident and self-reliant. No matter who he is, he has to follow him and he will point his nose and scold him.

But in my opinion, he is very real when he is drunk, as if he has jumped out of the rigid rules and laws he has drawn for himself, he will do some behaviors that he would never do at ordinary times, and he will repeatedly ask many questions that he would not normally do. Strange questions to ask.

For example, favorite flowers, favorite colors, these extremely boring questions.

Drunk, he's a terribly egoistic little bastard.

But I like this little bastard, so I seem to be much closer to him.My co-workers didn't seem to notice that every time he got drunk at a party it was because I brought a strong alcohol, and he wouldn't be as drunk if I didn't attend the party.

At least he can walk back by himself.

I think he should have figured it out though, because there were a few parties where he deliberately didn't call me, and then he was able to maintain his basic sanity and check out drunk.

But he didn't know that I was deliberately giving him an excuse not to let me participate.Being drunk all the time is bad for your health, especially since he doesn't know how to take good care of his body.

Even if you don't have a headache and don't need to take sober medicine after waking up, it's still not good to be drunk all the time.

In addition to wine, he is also very hard on emerging electronic devices, just like the old-fashioned old man who lived in the 80s of the last century.I don't mean he doesn't know anything at all, on the contrary, he is very smart and always draws inferences from one instance.

I mean he was impatient to figure it out.

He thinks that if someone knows how to use it, then he doesn’t need to figure out how to use it, just like he likes motorcycles but doesn’t like to modify them himself. Apart from not wanting to pay a ticket, the location of the repair shop is not far from him. .

I am different from him. I require myself to be proficient in the operation methods of every electronic device that is closely related to the things in life, even the most difficult operating principles.Perhaps because I have a natural inability to trust others, even if I don't need to operate, I will doubt whether their steps are wrong or trying to deceive me.

Unlike him, I don't have [-]% trust in me.

I have close family, loyal friends, but I never trust them [-]%.Family has more trust in me, some friends have little trust, and some "friends" I don't trust at all.

Trust is a very, very difficult thing to give and get. It is invisible and will disappear at any time.It is very easy to break the trust of others, but it is not so easy to gain the trust of others.So I never make promises to others easily, but once I make a promise, I will do it no matter whether the other party remembers or not.

The strange thing is that he can always easily hand over all his trust and back, which in my opinion is no different from putting the blade that hurts himself in the hands of others.

This also led to him finding out the first time he stood in front of me, he was a hopeless fool.

But I, who likes a fool like him so much, I'm afraid I'm the biggest fool in the world.

He wouldn't use the coffee machine I put in his office, and sometimes I'd hide outside the door on purpose to watch how he secretly worked on the coffee machine by himself after I left.He has a bad temper, and sometimes he would directly take my ground coffee powder and brew it with boiling water, then take a sip and put it aside in disgust.

I think he's considering whether he should ask someone to bring him a cup of coffee from outside, or wait until I get back to get it.

I always hope it's the latter, so I'll be sure to push the door in and pour him a cup of fragrant mocha coffee before he picks up his phone.Three candies, add a little milk, and if time permits, I will draw a beautiful heart-shaped pattern for him.

He never asked me how to use that machine, he was a little bit save face, especially in front of me.

So I threw away the manual before the coffee machine was installed, printed a whole sheet of A4 paper and its complicated operation process with a lot of technical terms and pasted it on top of the coffee machine.Then I came back from a business trip and found that the office had replaced a new, identical coffee machine, and there were traces of re-pasting on the four corners of the operating procedure.

I watched him touch my nose in embarrassment after meeting my gaze, and finally decided to pretend that he didn't find anything. I guess he broke the machine in a fit of anger after failing to study again alone.

He doesn't pay much attention to food, but after my observation, he actually likes to eat alone at the rooftop revolving restaurant on the commercial street, which is his secret base.

And I have been fortunate enough to have been there several times with him.

His aperitif was a beautiful rosé vermouth, and I preferred a Campari with sparkling water that oozes fine bubbles on the sides of the glass.

The starter is plain kale fruit salad, topped with sweet and sour mayonnaise and Thousand Island dressing.He doesn't like salad very much, and the salad in front of him is obviously much smaller than mine.I don't know if it's because I once described him eating salad like a lion eating grass and suddenly started eating grass. Anyway, since I said that day, he no longer eats casual salads in the office at lunch time. solved.

The soup came up after the appetizers were removed. The golden vegetable cream soup is dotted with a piece of perilla seedlings in the middle. I have a western taste, so I will sprinkle a little freshly ground black pepper before eating.For me, the dish I don’t understand the most is miso soup. Even a person with a strong taste like me thinks miso soup is too salty.

I love sushi and sashimi, that's my favorite, almost beating out espresso and biscuits for my day.However, I still ate this for lunch and dinner for two consecutive months, until he couldn't bear to throw a packed curry beef on my table and forcefully took away my sashimi and sushi before stopping my nutritionally unbalanced recipe.

The waiter took away the soup dish that was completely drunk, and drank slightly sweet mineral water. After a while, after the taste buds recovered, the top-quality filet mignon was served with mushrooms, shallots and a little Mushroom sauce made with sherry wine.

The freshly prepared steak is easily cut by a sharp knife like butter, and there is still some bright red in the middle, but what overflows from the steak is not blood but full gravy.

It can be seen that the taste and presentation of this restaurant are very suitable for his taste, even if he sits with me, he can still eat it.You know, I seldom sit down to dinner with him in peace, because I always make him angry.By the way, he also likes to eat long and thin shredded raw green onions, which can be eaten by himself with a small plate of sushi soy sauce.

Seeing him immersed in the food, I suddenly proposed to him: "I know a great authentic Italian restaurant, next time you go to Italy, try it, there are some wine lists that are not available elsewhere. special aperitif."

After finishing speaking, he looked at me strangely: "Italy?" I hurriedly said: "Or Nice in France, where the local climate connected to the Mediterranean is also very charming."

I tried my best to describe the European beauty, food and art that I am familiar with, such as the majestic Alps, the beautiful Danube and Rhine, the historic Palace of Versailles and the British Museum, Vienna, the city of music, and many other places.I once had the experience of traveling in various countries. People said that I was very good at demagoguery, but when I kept describing those places, he did not show the yearning or interest that the audience should have before.

"Oh."

He listened with his head down, uninterested, and though his formality did not embarrass me, anyone with a little sense of mood could see that he had no interest in what I was babbling on.

I stopped talking non-stop, and he bowed his head and said, "I can tell you like Europe very much." I replied, "That's the place I've stayed the longest in my life so far." He listened He nodded and said: "I've never been there, except for a few business trips to Italy, I usually don't go there. It's too troublesome, and it's unnecessary."

I didn't know what to say for a moment, so I had no choice but to ease the embarrassment at the moment by picking up the wine glass and singing softly.

He didn't seem to notice my silence and said calmly: "I can't imagine the Danube, Alps and Rhine you mentioned, and I can't imagine how beautiful those scenery must be so that you can remember them deeply until now. Europe is too far away, and I don't pay much attention to those things."

He said it was too far...

Is that what I mean?Did he mean that I was too far away from him?

He is not as sentimental as I am, nor is he without aesthetics, on the contrary, he has very good taste.It's just that my and his concerns seem to be diametrically opposed.He likes motorcycles, fine wine, and hard rock music, but I am like a superficial whore who likes flashy jewelry, collects expensive and useless famous paintings, and likes to do whatever it takes to get what I want.

Can you imagine that he is the one who can help the old lady across the street?I think, he may be the only polite young man left in this world, oh, who made him fascinated me so much, I can't wait to pile up all the beautiful words in the world on him.

How much I want to stand in the middle of the street where people come and go and shout loudly, look, the man I like is so good, because his existence makes me, a rude savage, start to understand what is "" Morality".

However, I want to hide him deeply, in a place that only I know.Let him only see me day and night. I once said that I can only be around him. I was not joking. I can't tolerate him touching other women, including men.

I can no longer recall how I was able to endure those days of being separated from him at that time, without any phone calls, text messages, or even stubbornly refusing others to tell me about him.

And now I can't even accept him leaving my sight for even a second.

I knew something was wrong with me, and I was sick and crazy thinking about him, even though he was sitting next to me on the couch I was still thinking about him.I thought about it when I woke up, I thought about it in my sleep, and I seriously thought about strangling him so that he would never leave my side.

I want to know what he did, saw, said, and ate every day, who he met today, where he went, who was with him, and even how many steps he walked today. Want to know clearly.

My obsessive desire to control affected my senses and my mind, and it kept beating my intellectual and emotional systems.

Sometimes I ask myself why does God have two hands?Because the left hand is reason and the right hand is madness.

And I'm unfortunately right-handed, and I'm sure there's been a madman or two in my family history.People often use a sincere appearance and pious actions to cover up a devilish heart, so be careful of the women around you, and always be careful of those women who shout in front of you every day that life is boring, because they may not be able to suppress it one day Hold your right hand and kill you on a whim.

Don't ask why, because I'm just such a crazy woman who spends the boring time passing the day by suppressing her right hand not to be so whim.

Paranoia is pathological, possessiveness, obsession, and distortion are all love, but my love is not as beautiful as everyone imagines.

My love is more like a viral infection, it invaded my body unknowingly and made me sick again and again.Then, in order to save myself, I also infected him with the virus, and we became patients who tortured each other, like a vicious circle.

It's good, really, I love this life, I hate him for ruining my original life and love him for saving my rotten world, what an exhilarating and addictive relationship.

Tagore said: Love is just another kind of madness.

And obviously, I finally succeeded in driving myself crazy in this game.

There is no way to do this, because I have always known clearly that I am an extremely self-centered and rude woman. It is love that liberates my nature and allows me to release the original self deep in my heart.

A paranoid madman.

Not crazy, not live.

Who doesn't have a blood-stained lunatic in his heart?

He is my love, my fire of desire, my unyielding rose, and my sin. ——Annie Nakahara "Paranoid Love"

"Paranoid の Love" by newcomer Anne Nakahara is a novel that dutifully insults the word "love". I don't think even she herself knows what she is writing. ——Famous book reviewer

I have to say that the book "Paranoid の Love" breaks my many thinking about love and the relationship between men and women. I think Anne Nakahara is a rare thinker and spokesperson for love.Like her novels of love, the beginning is sweet, tentative, tangled, and restless, and then becomes more and more paranoid, manic, and unpredictable. "Paranoid の Love" can be said to be the best love novel of the year. As the debut novel of Anne Zhongyuan, this book undoubtedly announces that another peerless genius has appeared in the literary world! ——Famous critic

I have to say that the ending of the second half of "Paranoid Love" is a huge failure. The book that was fortunate to be the best novel of the year has become boring and boring because of the author's collapsed three views, but except for the ending part "Paranoid"の爱" can be said to be a masterpiece. ——book reviewer

This year's must-see love story breaks away from those stereotyped love views and values, and explores the mysterious love from a darker and bloodier perspective. ——book reviewer

#中原中也: What a mess!If you have time to write these weird things, why not sign up for more cooking classes for me seriously! #