Mahjong and lover's prose

I once loved such a "woman". She said that I was the most handsome man in the world, and I kept that true feeling for her and closed the door to love others. It is also this "woman" that I love deeply. Turn me into the most winner in the world. This "woman" who has been pestering me for twenty years is mine-mahjong? Lover.

When this language came out, it shocked everyone. There are such "women" in the world. Mahjong? Lover? Is it relevant? There really is a kind of feed once called "flowers on the bar", and the slogan is: "Mahjong flowers on the bar are harmful to people and families. Spend money on the feed column and get rich again. " It may be because of bad mood or poor management. The flowers on the bar have disappeared. Mahjong won't disappear? Lover.

My mind is a mess. I don't know if I want to express my understanding of playing mahjong with her and finally develop into lovers. Or is mahjong a lover? Look down! Although sometimes you want to stay away from her, when you are alone, bored and lonely, you will want to see her. Just like wine and coffee, one makes you awake and the other makes you intoxicated, but more people will choose wine. How many people love and hate each other, how many mahjong tables change, how many eyes, how many laughs, how many bitterness, how many people are crazy about it, how many families are fragmented ... This is all-mahjong? Lover.

Twenty-two years ago, I thought I was in the prime of my life and had ideals. I walked out of my tired school with beautiful vision and imagination and threw myself into the embrace of society. Just like a prisoner sent to the frontier, far from the market, the school is accompanied by only six classrooms. The dark night is even more desolate, and the joy of graduation is frozen. It is a person's greatest wish to rub a wheat bun at a nearby villager's house at night. Looking back at the dark and empty campus, it is like a ghost town. The opaque campus is even darker than the outside. I hid in the corner of the gate and looked inside. Listen to whether there is any movement inside, then stand on tiptoe, get up the courage, run into the dormitory quickly, slam the door, calm down the fear and feel very confused. What will you use to kill this boring night next? I didn't think of it at that time-mahjong? Lover.

Finally, one day, another teacher asked me to vacate the kitchen. I was ecstatic that I finally had a companion to spend the long night with me. Although he occasionally stays for one night, he is already white-haired. But his playing long cards and mahjong is exaggerated. I can't help but love mahjong crazily. From then on, we fell in love. Although he is mahjong. She made me forget my ideals and boredom, fear and sadness. I also tried to change myself. But I fell in love with her like a madman, even though she was mahjong. Any sad story is inseparable from love. In this remote mountain village, I met a girl who showed her love to me for the first time in my life. Although she is only a kindergarten teacher, she is also extraordinary, elegant and lovely ... but I am not ready, and I don't know where I will fall. I prefer mahjong? Lover.

I also want to struggle and live a normal life. I bought countless junior high school diplomas from the county seat and sold them to illiterate people who went to work in Guangdong. That swimming was sold to Jintang and robbed by several hooligans. Tears filled my eyes and sighed ... although they were all in prison, they didn't bring me a trace of pleasure. Because they should be more boring and embarrassed than me. It may also be because-mahjong? Lover.

I bought a house three times in my life, each time I was heavily in debt, and all the people who accompanied me through that panic time were mahjong. She is like a lover, giving me comfort and financial support and getting me out of trouble. Whose lover can be so considerate? Men look for lovers, either to satisfy their lust, or to find fresh excitement, or to prove that they are very powerful and worthy of women's appreciation. But I prefer mahjong. He is the love of the rest of my life. I can't give up-Mahjong? Lover.

Now I am old, but she is always young, and I still miss her. Although this is a fallen love, what I cherish is her spiritual comfort. I haven't had a tryst with her for half a year in order to surf the Internet. Let's meet now. What's wrong with losing? Because she is-mahjong? Lover.