Dog blood wonderful joke story

In pride, gains and losses are not measured by money.

At the end of the program, Huang Zhizhong mentioned the concept of "unclear accounts in love", which reminded me of a story told by her boss about her partner at a topic selection meeting.

Her partner, Mrs. Z, is a corporate executive who graduated from a prestigious overseas school with an annual salary of one million.

Her husband, Mr. Z, works in Uni-President, whose position is much lower than hers, but they are very affectionate.

Naturally, one day Mr. Z will divorce Mrs. Z. After Mrs. Z reluctantly agreed, Mr. Z immediately got engaged to a Smith at the front desk of the company.

Hearing this, if the story is over, many people may think that Mr. Z is a garbage predecessor.

Wait, the story is only half told.

Divorced Mrs. Z. Next, we will call her miss Z.

Half a year later, Mr. Z and his new wife held a wedding.

At the wedding reception, Miss Z suddenly arrived at the scene, "surprised" the scene, holding a diamond ring and flowers on the spot, and proposed to Mr. Z, suggesting that he wanted to get back together.

Mr. Z froze for a long time, and then came to his senses-he agreed.

When I heard this, my heart was full of "confirmed" reasoning rhythm: isn't this a typical case of a garbage ex touching an infatuated woman? -plus guess: that man is probably very attractive. In my mind, I still think of Li Ao's words: excellent women have a tendency to self-destruct.

However, at this point in the story, I only talked about a rough skeleton. After seeing my face, the boss told me the story.

Originally, Mr. and Mrs. Z were very passionate, but Mr. Z always felt that he was late for Mrs. Z.

Mrs. Z gave up a lot for him, including starting a business.

Mr. Z thinks that with Mrs. Z's strength and scenery, Mrs. Z should have an annual salary of 100 million.

Mr. Z, who has been living in vague debt and guilt for a long time, decided to divorce. In order to make Ms. Z give up, he immediately approached the front desk of the company with almost no cooperation and intersection.

At the wedding, Mr. Z was moved by Ms. Z's insistence, but at the same time, he "suddenly realized"-the explanation in Pride was unclear.

Mr. Z feels that Mrs. Z has failed too much for him, and wants to make up for it and contain Mrs. Z's losses.

However, this account is not business, but pride-and in pride, each other's gains and losses are not measured by money.

If you insist on using money to calculate, you will often only pay attention to one thing and not see another.

Mr. Z's separation worried Mrs. Z. This is Mrs. Z's account, the biggest loss-and this is not what Mr. Z thinks, Mrs. Z's account.

This is what Huang Zhizhong said in the program, the account in love, only look at your own account book, not clear.

Mr. z is finally relieved.

It's just that Mr. Z's complete confession cost him his wife and other girls. This is a bit unpredictable.

But pride, which have not toss about. If you don't toss about, it is estimated that it is the friendship between people who are honest and as light as water.

And love, perhaps the fastest knife in the world, seals its throat with blood wherever it goes.

You can only see the truth if you concentrate on it.

This story, at first glance, was full of chicken blood, but later it was carefully recalled. It is a bowl of chicken soup.

Wait a minute, if we label it, can we say that we subconsciously feel that we know too much about the parties in this story, so that we can make a guess or draw a conclusion?

Again, people are full of pride, and both parties and spectators can't wait to draw a conclusion, because chicken blood at that time, now, may be a bowl of chicken soup, and chicken soup at this time, in the future, may become hard chicken blood.

It doesn't make much sense to judge whether this story is chicken blood or chicken soup, but I always believe in the truth of listening to the story: it's not the voice that catches the story, but the ear.

In the same way, the key to grasp the pros and cons is your eyes, not what you see.

In your eyes, the garbage ex in the story may actually be just a person who accidentally fell into the garbage pit, made a stink, went the wrong way and lost his temper.

Yi Shu has a saying: There are few real bad guys in the world, and everything is selfish and stupid.

Isn't it? Most of us are such laymen: kind, but not as good as angels, wrong and not evil.

A lot of work that we think is obvious at a glance, if we take a step closer, it will be brand-new.

Therefore, it is not superfluous to repeat the world-famous maxim in The Little Prince here: only by looking at things effectively can one see the truth, because it is difficult to see the good or bad of things with the eyes.

In fact, in the past, many stories about dog blood were nothing more than that you were in old love, and TA was rolling in the wind and moon; Or, TA is a proud breeze, isolated from the world, but you are willing to be a turbid current in the dust, reflecting the moonlight in the ditch.

You can't tolerate TA, and you can't stop a person from still loving TA. TA doesn't love you, and there is nothing wrong with others loving you.

The reason why the world is so lively and interesting is that there are such magnificent scenery and a collection of beauty, ugliness and saltiness.

When you hate bone marrow, you can't help loving it.

All love is lucky, even if it breaks your heart.

The second story is about myself, a garbage ex.

One of my ex-boyfriends, when he didn't approve of breaking up, I did something very sorry for him and broke up.

What's worse than division is that he knows.

He hasn't forgiven me for doing this, but at present, we are still good partners.

I once asked him, didn't you hate me when I was so dangerous to you?

He replied: I can't completely deny all my good memories of you just because you let me down. Me too, and I don't have a good job.

So when I saw Dong Jing say almost exactly the same thing in this issue of Quarrel Planet, I was moved by mixed feelings.

Everyone disappoints you sometimes, so don't deny everything before.

As a garbage ex, I am honored to meet a boy who knows how to tolerate.

His tolerance taught me a lot.

He taught me to talk about things, not about the wrong people.

He told me not to test human nature, as Ma Weiwei said in the program: human nature can't stand the test.

He really made me realize the song sung by Faye Wong: If the past is still worth nostalgia, don't let it go too early.

His tolerance made me know how to put myself in the other's shoes, just as Huang Zhizhong implied in the program: My predecessor is rubbish, which is dangerous for you, so are you also dangerous for TA?

Jiang Xun once talked about the meaning of life. He said: When you erase what happened in your life with an eraser, what you can't erase is the meaning of your life.

This sentence is actually the same for love.

When you look back on the past, you can't erase it with an eraser. It is the meaningful place of your love.

That's why we say: All love is lucky, even if it breaks your heart.

Whether you were indifferent at first, or Malik Weiwei, "fighting with each other will eventually tear you apart", or like Duras, every time you revisit your predecessor, new novels come out ... Those old stories are not black and white, they shape you and are the reason why you become you.

Not all failures should end in denial.

The third story happened to people around me.

When I traveled to France, I was familiar with a French Chinese, originally from Wenzhou.

The efforts of the previous generation laid a rich foundation for his arrival. The excellent tutor made you not see the pampering of the general rich second generation in him, and the French culture made him a gentle gentleman that most domestic boys did not have.

I was caught off guard and fell in love, even she was a little surprised.

She knew there would be no future with him, but she decided to break up with her boyfriend.

At that time, I asked L: "At least a dozen sons were planted in your hands. Why did you fall when you met this young master? "

At that time, her reply, I still clearly remember: "I can't tell whether I personally love him or I love him as a tool I have failed, but there is a purity in him that I no longer have at the moment, which makes me blind and makes others feel ashamed."

In this issue, Hua said in the program: "When we are all going to be tough-looking social people with floating hearts, I hope he will still maintain this pure praise."

This passage reminds me of l first.

I didn't ask what kind of purity it was.

But I know that pure power can really turn all beings upside down.

I have met such people. When most people are struggling at the moment of exhaustion, they are ambiguous in a cynical atmosphere. That kind of pure power, even if it is not enough to overthrow your three views, can at least overthrow your peace of mind.

I know L's ex-boyfriend very well. When we were eating all the way, he talked about L: "I met her the other day, and I felt that she hasn't changed, still the same as before."

Infinite attachment in words.

He went on to say, "This is just a story about her. It's over when you break up. "

In his eyes, he is a little lonely, but also a little generous and relieved-he didn't think she was a garbage ex just because she looked forward and dumped him.

Not all failures should end in denial.

It's about my predecessor. I was lucky to get it, but I'm dead.

Some people say that breaking up depends on character.

Whether the parting gesture is beautiful or not has a lot to do with the depth of lofty sentiments.

But there is a very personal moment, that is, your posture when talking about your ex.

You are swearing, Feng's ex-wife Ge Huijie, but still, even if you have a thousand words in your heart, you can still say gently, I'm fine, take care.

Some people say that those who say that their predecessors are rubbish are all rubbish predecessors.

This statement is overdone, but it is not unreasonable.

For my predecessor, no matter whether the relationship is black or white, my position is: I am lucky, but I lost my life.

Because love is not worldly desires's eloquence.