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Looks like an onion joke.

She saw a man who looked like an onion, crying as he walked. Sad, gentle, painful, heavy, always carrying incomprehensible emotions on his shoulders.

She didn't care too much at that time. There are many pedestrians on the road, and everyone's background is a dark gray city. No one will have too much time to pay attention to other people's stories. He is just a man who looks like an onion to her.

How can a man cry? How can a man be sad?

This is what she thought at that time. She hurried by, but the man didn't wipe away his tears, but he didn't reach the sad place.

He is just a stranger to her, and even if he is sad, he can't get a look back from her.

Sometimes life is full of drama.

It was not long before she got to know him.

When we first met, she smiled politely and somehow remembered the crying onion.

So, I blurted out a sentence.

Crying is also a kind of venting, just don't let people who are worried about you see it.

The words just fell and he was stunned. She was embarrassed, too. She laughed twice and ran away.

After a long time, she likes to see his gentle smile and his kind sympathy;

After a long time, she gradually approached him. When he became an onion, she stayed with him and spent time together.

After a long time, she and he inexplicably came together;

After too long, she found that he had changed, from a gentle and kind temper to a cold-blooded cruelty.

Yes, in this world, kindness means being cruel to yourself, both men and women.

She gradually forgot the original onion, and he also forgot the original love.

She hates his coldness and cruelty.

Let's go, fly away and see who can laugh last.

The last time she looked back, she just saw him laughing with another one of her.

The pain of climbing and falling finally fulfilled her prediction.

Nothing, including the other one. She ignored him even more.

She looked at him down and out, wanted to laugh, pulled out a fairly smiling smile and stared at him condescendingly.

But he smiled at her as usual, without any embarrassment.

Why don't you cry? Why aren't you sad?

She doesn't understand his cold-blooded, even cruel enough to regard herself as an enemy. Now she can laugh more naturally than she does.

He looked at her, calm as water, silent for a few seconds, too light to breathe:

I shed tears, and you will be more sad.

In an instant, she was in tears.

At this moment, she realized that she was the one who looked like an onion.