Why don’t ugly men have true love?

She didn't think much of him at the first meeting.

For the blind date, she spent more than a thousand yuan to buy a short camel wool coat. This made her pair of thick and well-proportioned legs tightly wrapped in jeans more slender. The clerk matched her with a long purple scarf. Purple, a color full of mystery and romance.

She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself. This outfit showed off her figure, but was not too bright. Great for a first date. She smiled with satisfaction: "I will wear this outfit. Wrap up the old clothes for me and store them with you first. I will pick them up tomorrow."

"Okay, welcome to visit next time." The clerk He bent at 90 degrees and walked her out of the store.

The person who introduced her to her partner was her best friend. She knows her and her tastes, she should. Since she said it was suitable, it meant half the battle was won.

The long purple scarf kept blowing on her hair in the strong wind of early spring. She put the messy short hair back on her head, but it was messed up again soon after. She was so fed up that she pulled off her scarf.

She was really a little angry. She really didn’t know how to deal with her best friend for so many years. He actually introduced such a person to himself. No matter what age he is, he still wears a white shirt and a dark green sweetheart neck sweater. The collar of my shirt has turned yellow and hairy from washing. The wrinkled jeans look like the ones sold for tens of dollars in the night market, and they are piled loosely on the legs. A pair of white travel shoes, the uppers have been worn to show brown. This is not slovenliness, this is simply ignoring my existence and not taking me or the blind date seriously!

She has never liked men who are too thin. She likes men who are burlier, not to mention romantic and suave, but who stand upright, at least with their chests and heads raised. But the person in front of me is not only a little thin, but also a little hunchbacked. Because her cheeks are too thin, there are thin crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. To put it bluntly, she wouldn't look at him when walking on the street.

"At this point, let's have dinner together. What do you want to eat?" he asked politely.

"Whatever." There was a trace of impatience in her tone. She wanted to run away, but to give her best friend face, she still had to show the minimum etiquette.

"Then go to the restaurant in front. I ate there once with my friends before, and the food was pretty good."

She looked up and saw a dilapidated two-story restaurant in front of her. The paint on the small building is peeling off and the neon lights are broken in several places. The four words "Lao Wang Restaurant" on the signboard were waving to her.

"I won't go. That's a place where stinky 40-year-old men hang out after drinking too much. I won't go!"

He smiled: "Didn't you say 'whatever'? "

"You...I'm going to McDonald's!"

They were standing in front of McDonald's and discussing what to eat. At first, she was afraid that he would eat foreign fast food. But now it seems that eating McDonald's is a hundred times better than that restaurant.

There was a lot of noise in McDonald’s and they finally found a seat. She had to say something, but she didn't want to say anything and couldn't say anything. Just munching on the burger. This person is real. Can't you tell that the girl is not very satisfied with you? I can still eat a bag full of energy and talk endlessly about my experience and work. It turns out that he has a pretty good job, so why is he dressed so coldly? He must be a narrow-minded person who has never seen the world. He was still talking, and her thoughts had already flown out of the fast food restaurant.

After leaving the fast food restaurant, she refused his offer to see her off, got in the car and left without looking back. When I got home, I collapsed on the sofa. She wanted to ask her best friend what she was worried about, so she picked up the phone and put it down again. She suddenly remembered a sentence said by the best friend who had a falling out in a Korean movie "My Black Miniskirt": I am afraid that your life is better than mine, and I am even more afraid that your life is not good enough. My heart was sour, and tears were streaming down the corners of my eyes. The text message rang at this time.

"I enjoyed chatting with you today. Are you home?"

She replied with two words, "Arrived."

"Go to bed early and good night." ."

Good night, good night, good night! She stood up, opened the refrigerator, and took out a bottle of beer. Think about the girls around you who are all married, and all of them are doing well. Do you look ugly? No. A failure? have no idea.

I went to work in a daze the next day and didn’t want to pay attention to anyone. The message rang again.

"Morning, did you sleep well? Let's watch a movie together tonight?"

"Busy."

"Okay, take care of yourself."

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For a week in a row, text messages rang on time every morning and evening, and each text message euphemistically expressed that he wanted to date her. Each text message received a single-word rejection. Even when she didn't even reply, the text messages were delivered on time as promised. The wording is sincere and measured. This was driving her crazy. What is he made of? How could he be so tolerant? Is there something wrong with him? Can't he see that I don't want anything to do with him?

She decided to tease him.

She took the initiative to call his phone and agreed to have dinner that evening.

After get off work, he showed up at the door of her company as promised.

She dragged him to a shopping mall and tried on a hollow knitted sweater worth more than 800 yuan. She has always liked this dress, but she just didn't think it was worth the price, so she never bought it. I thought to myself, hum, with what he is wearing, 800 yuan will scare him away.

"Does it look good?" She stood in front of the mirror and deliberately turned her body to see the effect of the clothes from all angles.

"It looks good."

"Then I'll take it."

The waiter smiled and said: "Your boyfriend has already paid the bill."

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She took him to the bar and drank while dancing. He couldn't dance, so he stood in the middle of the dance floor holding half a bottle of foreign wine for her, watching her twist her waist awkwardly.

At two o'clock in the morning, she was drunk and started laughing and making trouble. He asked her where she lived, but she wouldn't tell him. He had no choice but to take her back to his home. She fell on the bed without taking off her shoes and said she wanted to vomit. He quickly brought the washbasin and took it. After vomiting, she wiped her mouth with the corner of the quilt and laughed again. Her face was already bright red, her eye makeup was a mess, and her false eyelashes were crumbling.

"Am I good-looking?"

"Absolutely."

"Then you are still chasing me."

"I'm just I think you're interesting and want to be friends with you."

"Shit! You think I don't know what you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?"

She lifted up her top and he went up to stop her hands, but it was too late. She pinched her waist and held her head high. "Isn't that what you want to do? Don't bother, come on, sister doesn't care."

He picked up the quilt and wrapped her in it, "You go to sleep, I'll go to the living room, call me if you need anything."

"Coward!"

"I'm not a coward, I don't want to do this kind of thing in this situation."

"In which case? What's wrong? Are you still a man?"

"Okay, I'll sit here and watch you sleep."

"There's something wrong with you!"

He was a little irritated, took her hand, put it on his lower abdomen, and then threw her hand away. "I am a normal person. I will lie next to you and accompany you, but you are not allowed to make trouble anymore."

A curtain ring in his house fell off, and one corner of the curtain drooped down, and the white moonlight could be seen. , shining on the quilt. He took her head in his arms and held one of her hands with his other hand. She looked at the moonlight, and tears fell on his collar unconsciously. He closed his eyes and remained motionless.

What is this?

When she woke up in the morning, she blamed herself.

There is a glass of water on the table with a broken frangipani in it. A note next to it said, "Drink this to relieve your headache." She took a sip and it tasted like honey.

What is this?

Is he my boyfriend? After that night, she often weighed his name and the words boyfriend in her heart. Finally, I came to a conclusion: Either I am abnormal or he is abnormal.

None of them mentioned being drunk. He often invites her out to watch movies and have meals. She no longer refuses. One year has passed just like this. This year, she also went on a blind date, but she didn't know why. She was quite looking forward to it before going, but when she saw the person, she lost all mood.

She often sits at home and asks herself the same question: Who are we?

The Christmas bell is about to ring, and the single sisters around her invite her to the bar for a carnival as usual. The older I get, the more I fear festivals. Especially these Western festivals that are given signals of love and romance by businesses. She didn't agree immediately. "Hey, it's not like you. There's something going on. Are you in love? The confidentiality work is very good. We want the truth! We want to see the brother-in-law!"

"Brother-in-law!" "Brother-in-law!" "Brother-in-law!"

The more everyone made noise, the more irritated she became. What kind of boyfriend is he? What kind of boyfriend is he? No, no, no! She said this in her mind.

His phone rang amidst the cheers.

"Let's celebrate the festival together tonight."

She kept saying no, but she was still tempted. Maybe, there will be a different romantic dinner tonight. And the date was at his house, and there might even be candles.

When we arrived at his house, it was indeed a candlelight dinner. She saw him trying to put candles into two empty beer bottles, and there were some steamed buns and side dishes piled on the table.

It’s simply unbearable. I can’t bear it anymore. I would actually have fantasies about such a country bumpkin. He knows nothing and is nothing. He didn't have sex with me not because he was noble, but because he was afraid, timid, didn't dare, and had never seen anything before!

"I'm going to a Christmas event!" she blurted out with fire in her eyes.

He was startled for a moment, "Okay, I'll see you off. I thought we could have dinner together."

"No need!"

"No. , I’ll see you off.”

The two of them were speechless along the way. He walked her to the door of the bar, and before he waved goodbye, she disappeared into the noisy crowd.

She sat in the corner drinking wine all night, while her sisters danced to H. At midnight, a group of men came. Seeing the drunken girls at this table, they proposed to share a table. The men paid for the drinks, but they had to fight to the end. Although she often goes to bars, she is still very measured and never responds to strangers' attempts to strike up a conversation. This time she couldn't win over the sisters, and a fashionably dressed man came over and wanted to have a drink with her. She felt a faint sense of danger, picked up her clothes and left, but a group of people came up and held her down to prevent her from leaving.

After finally struggling to get out, there was no taxi at the door. Oh my god, at this critical moment, please hurry up and get a car. She was a little scared.

He suddenly appeared in front of her, "You left in such a hurry, I didn't even have time to ask what time I would pick you up. It's almost two o'clock. Did you have fun? How much wine did you drink?"

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"Have you been waiting here for me?"

"You think I'm stupid, I went home to eat and watch TV for a while before coming here."

< p>She looked at him blankly, and after a few seconds, she threw herself on his cotton-padded jacket and burst into tears. It confused him. He quickly asked: "What's wrong with you? Did something happen?" She kept shaking her head and said: "I want to go home, take me back to your house."

Sitting in the taxi, she told him What happened. He hugged her and said, "You don't want to drink other people's wine, right?" She nodded. He said, "Well, that's right. I'm not stupid yet. I can save him." She punched him hard.

When she got home, she grabbed him and said, "You stay with me."

"Be my girlfriend and I will stay with you."

"By the way, What? What's my thanks? If you sleep with me for one night, I'll be your girlfriend."

He smiled: "Are you smart or stupid?" He became serious: "This matter is non-negotiable. You are not my girlfriend and I will not touch you. I know what you are thinking. Are you afraid of regrets? Forget it."

" If you're afraid, just do it, it's not like you haven't done it before. Come on, take it off, Queen, take good care of him." She stood on the bed and raised a hand on his head.

"You, you are shy, just say it and pretend." He took the hand off her head, held her on the bed and lay down, kissing her hair gently. She suddenly felt that everything in the dark room became blurry.

She stood barefoot on the ground, took out a cigarette from her bag, lit it, and immediately got into bed. "Why do you still smoke afterward? When did you learn to do it?"

"I want you to take care of it!"

"Are you just afraid that others will say you are normal or mediocre? For How many bad habits have you learned to show off?"

"Then you still want me to be your girlfriend?"

"That's because your best friend cheated on you? The description is the same as a flower. Speaking of you, you are a flower that blooms next to the sewer of a food stall. You drink gutter oil every day and look at the dirtiest things and the most disgusting things in the water every day. You are not blinded by it. The flowers are not very bright, but the heart is still good. Otherwise, we can live together for the rest of our lives."

"I want to strangle her."

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"You have to thank me. Where can I find a good man like me? He looks so safe."

For the first time, she discovered that he was quite humorous.

He said: "I can see you that no one else can see. You are cold, sharp, sour and crazy on the outside. In fact, you are just a child, simple, kind, and can't bear to hurt others. You are that The kind of person who scares others away and hides in the room crying. "Really? I'm so fragile?"

"You are too thin, like a primary school student." Yes, just pay it back to the queen. Eat more in the future."

"Don't worry about me, as if you are fat."

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They spoke for the first time until dawn.

. . .

Do I love him? The word girlfriend is so awkward. Why do you always feel like you are being dragged down step by step? Could it be that he is the one in this life? Contradictory, extremely contradictory. If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have agreed to him so happily. Why did I become his girlfriend?

The first time she introduced him to her sisters, the atmosphere was awkward. Although everyone was smiling, she could still see that everyone was trying their best to suppress their surprise.

Once she forced him to buy clothes. When they went to the mall to try them on, both of them laughed silly. They were just like little workers who stole the boss's clothes. She laughed so hard that tears came out of her eyes, and the salesperson couldn't hold it back and laughed along with her. Behind the laughter was the deep sadness in her heart.

He was really nice to her, but she was often depressed. I often think of my best friend's words: "What do you want? Do you know?" I know, does he count? How to retreat? If you retreat once, it's too late, right? Many times, she sat alone in a daze, seeming to think a lot, but also seemed to think nothing.

He seemed to see something, and for the first time he proposed to go to KTV to sing with her.

In the private room, he held a wine bottle in one hand and a microphone in the other, singing "Loyalty to the Country" loudly, and walked to the United States out of tune. She laughed so hard that she held her stomach and waved her hands.

"The following song is something I would like to dedicate to my lover. I have been learning it for a long time, and this song is definitely not out of tune."

The melody sounded, and he closed his eyes affectionately Sing.

Depravity occurs when there are many people

It will appear in my silhouette

Silent in a corner

Sadness without reason

Please don’t say that falling in love with me is because of loneliness

Just pretend that nothing happened in the past

Please don’t say that falling in love with me is torture

I have lost my qualifications and chose to forget myself

Slowly she stopped smiling and tears blurred her eyes.

"Stop crying, do you want to say these words in the lyrics to me? But you can't say it, right? Let me say it for you."

"Yes, No, no, no, I don’t know.” His eyes turned red, “I just want to make you happy. You are smiling so hysterically. Are you really happy if you leave me?” Don't hesitate."

"Can I be a good wife? I don't know what it will be like in the future."

"From the first time I saw you. , I knew you would be."

"Why?"

"Because you were on a blind date before you, and they saw that I didn't even eat. I left with excuses. They also asked me in a roundabout way how much money I had and whether my home was in a city or a rural area. In fact, I knew you didn't like me the first time, but you didn't hurt me that much. Do you know that? ”

“I, I’m not that good.”

“I can’t stand it if you’re too nice. Why don’t we take an annual leave and go to South Korea?”

"What for?"

"I want to be a pimp too."

She burst into tears and smiled again, "Will you be so good to me for the rest of your life?"

"It's hard to say. If I stay this ugly, it's possible. If the plastic surgery is successful, I can't guarantee it. I'm such an outstanding talent."

The first time , she took the initiative to kiss him, and she said: "You dare, just stay ugly like this."

Before getting married, he gave her a deposit certificate. "This is what I have saved over the past few years. I don't know much about aesthetics and taste. Now the power is given to you. You can decorate the house according to your own preferences." She looked at the numbers on the deposit slip, then looked at him, growing up in surprise. Mouth.

"Hey, have you noticed that someone has changed after getting married?" In the KTV box, a group of women were singing, drinking, and chatting. She was sitting among them, carrying a bottle of wine, and was already slightly drunk. Drunk. A young girl asked: "Sister, under the influence of wine, can you tell us how you found such a person..." The person next to her quickly poked the girl. "Isn't he an ugly man?" she took over. "I haven't suffocated you to death, have I? You've wanted to ask this for a long time, haven't you?"

Everyone started talking at once, "Are you stimulated by something?" "Don't you belong to the Appearance Association?" ?" She just smiled and didn't answer.

When everyone came out, they discovered that it was raining heavily outside and the cars on the road suddenly disappeared. It was freezing outside, and everyone was crowded at the door waiting for taxis.

In the rain and fog, a thin man was holding a coat in one hand and a big umbrella in the other, running hard against the rain. She recognized him immediately and waved to him desperately.

He ran faster.