love on the other side

I have been afraid to tell others that this is a true story, because I am afraid that when people match the content of the story with reality, my dirty experiences and thoughts will be exposed.I am very hypocritical, and I hope that what I leave to others will always be a pure side.Therefore, at the beginning of the story, I always tell the readers that the story is purely fictional. If there are a few descriptions that are too real, it can only be attributed to my rich imagination and has nothing to do with personal experience.However, hypocrisy is a painful thing. The true self cannot be expressed, just like semen accumulated in the body and cannot be vented. After a long time, the whole person becomes anxious.Stimulation always comes out, and so does the true self.

I am a fairy tale writer and earn a living by writing fairy tales.People love to read my fairy tales, both adults and children, especially children.The reason is that adults may find solace in fairy tales. They are oppressed like dogs by life, and perhaps only in fairy tales can they find the value of justice; Let them further indulge their unrealistic fantasies in the world of the world.In any case, seeing my fairy tale books being snapped up one by one, and the money in my pocket increasing one after another, what complaints can I have besides being proud?

People think that I am a man full of light in my heart and always maintain a pure childlike innocence, and even imagine me as an angelic figure, so they worship me to the point where it cannot be added.This kind of adoration can be vividly proved by the crowded scene of new book signings and even fights.I'm used to this glossy adoration, and I don't want to break it unless it's unbearable.Just recently, I felt faintly in my heart that the limit of this tolerance was getting closer and closer to the limit, and the weight of hypocrisy began to exceed the capacity of my heart.I began to be suddenly sad, suddenly angry, suddenly hysterical, and this strange mood made me feel frightened and disturbed.

When the security guards pulled the three men and two women who were fighting out of the signing site, a little boy wearing round black-rimmed glasses stood shyly in front of me.I looked up at his side and was surprised to find that he was not accompanied by an adult.

"Oh, baby, are you here alone?"

The little boy seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and replied timidly, "Yes, yes..." as if his answer would lead to severe punishment.

My eyes suddenly became wet.Please don't laugh at my fragility. When life touches the softest part of a person's heart, no matter who has the right to be sad and moved.At this moment, I think of my unfortunate experience, and my heart feels like it has been soaked in hydrochloric acid.In this world, perhaps only a child can give me this simplest and cleanest feeling. He just queued up for so long because he likes it in his heart, just to buy one of my books and get my autograph .Only then did I feel that I am not alone in this world.

He only paid for one book and I signed him two.I held his immature little hand and said "thank you".He smiled shyly, turned around and got into the crowd.

Tears filled my eyes instantly—everything you want will be overwhelmed by the crowd, but what you don't want will come like a tide.this is life.What's the use of writing more fairy tales?Fairy tales never happen in reality.

At this time, the security guard handed me a letter and a red invitation from the side.

As soon as I saw the signature on it, I felt a "thump" in my heart, and my body seemed to be whipped.I looked at the security guard, took the letter tremblingly, and held it in my hand, unable to lift my head anymore.I tried my best to hide the fluctuations in my heart, and continued to sign for several readers, until I couldn't stand it anymore, I suddenly stood up and rushed into the bathroom.There was an uproar in the crowd, and the security personnel were pushed and nearly fell down.

As soon as I closed the door, I was the only one left in this world, and of course this letter in my hand.As long as I vaguely feel the content of the letter, I can't suppress the bursts of sadness.