July 24th

Weather: Sunny

motto

The way to bliss lied not strewn with roses.

(Translation: The road to heaven is not paved with roses.) ）

Miss Kit is a genius, everyone knows it.

She has a motto: the road to heaven is not paved with roses.

I don't really understand this statement. I usually ask her, but she just smiles and doesn't speak.

The motto of ordinary people should not be "the mountains and rivers are poor, there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village." "Or something?

It's really confusing.

This morning, she took the initiative to mention it to me. "Haven't you always wondered why my motto is this?" She asked me out of the blue while she was watering the roses.

"Yes! Why is it this sentence and nothing else? I said, nibbling on the baguette.

"That's how I understand that." She turned her head and said, "I don't know what you think, after all, there are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand people. ”

"Heaven is a perfect utopia, and the journey to the highest level of perfection cannot be flowery, bloody, cruel, and gloomy. Finding your heart's content isn't always easy, you have to experience setbacks, do you? "She sat next to me and looked at the sun outside the house, the sun shining on her face, it was extraordinarily beautiful, extraordinarily charming.

July 25th

Weather: Rain

A beautiful love story

The weather today was bad, as bad as my mood.

Miss Kit sat on the couch in her study and read a book.

I sat down next to her, and she put down her book and took a sip of red wine.

"It's raining so hard today!" I was the first to stir up the topic.

"Indeed, what's wrong?" She said as she looked at the wind outside the house.

"What are you reading?" I asked her, gesturing to the one she was holding.

"This one? It tells a beautiful love story. She put the book back on the shelf.

"A love story? You actually like to watch this genre!" I was a little shocked.

"Do you want me to tell you more about the story?" She raised her chin and raised an eyebrow.

I nodded and took out the cake and pu-erh tea from the living room.

"It's a story of a maiden and a knight......," she began, at length.

I listened to this story, and while complaining in my heart about being old-fashioned, I also fantasized that I could have such a beautiful love story.

Miss Kit seemed to see what I was thinking, she shook her head and said, "You have to understand that there is no such thing as truly beautiful love, and in the end it must always be weighed against interests. Instead of fantasizing about someone who will save you from the dark society, it is better to save yourself and have the ability to gain a foothold in society. You must know that those so-called knightly princes do not love you as a person, but love your youth, love your skin. Those people just love you physically, you know? ”

"So do you love me?" I don't know why I'm asking this question.

"Love, but not that kind of love." She was a little surprised by my question.

I didn't continue talking, just drank some pu-erh tea and took a small bite of cake.

Miss Kit handed me a wooden bookmark with the words "It is love that makes the world go round."

(Love keeps the world alive.) )

Indeed, it is important to find someone who loves you and someone you love.