If you survive a disaster, you will definitely get a make-up
Depressed netizens often ask me: What do people live their lives for?
I will reply to him or her: in order to come to the world to see the flowers, grass and sea, to feel the complex intertwined joys and sorrows, in order to experience the ordinary life.
It can be for ideals and beliefs, like a fool who is full of sixpence but only sees the moon.
It can also be to experience one or many joys or sorrows, such as Hamlet's affection.
It can also be simply to live for the sake of living, to pass on the lineage, and to fulfill one's mission as an animal to reproduce offspring.
Some of them will reply to me: I am enlightened.
Then I'll reply to him or her: laugh - die, I'm talking nonsense.
After a series of ellipses, they would ask me: What about you, what do you live for? For the sake of faith? For love? Live for the sake of living?
Love you I'm not worthy: me? I live to eat, drink, Lazar and pick up girls, spend my sister's money, and eat my sister's soft rice.
I'm X, a sinful beauty who haunts the dreams of many boys and girls.
Gender female, hobby female. Of course, if a boy pays out of his own pocket without expecting anything in return, I can reluctantly accept the gift they give me as long as I can use it.
Now I'm 20 years old, a college student, and the number of ex-girlfriends is not a thousand, but also hundreds. Don't look at the many people I've dealt with, in fact, I'm a poor man, my parents died, I was born in an orphanage, relying on my own appearance, figure and flirting skills
