Who will buy my hate?

Foreword

Bend down and want to pick up a beam of light, which is printed on my palm and warm. The golden butterfly fluttered with wings and passed by me, leaving a golden light. I stared at it. It turned out to be countless golden pollen, shining in the sunlight. The golden light stung my eyes, I closed my eyes, the golden light disappeared, and the darkness was presented. I was afraid, I opened my eyes and found that it was just a dream. Looking up at the sky, there is no sunshine, no golden butterflies, no golden light, no more.

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On the street, I stood in front of a store. The name of the store was called "Emotional Shop". I walked in. There were colorful bottles on the rows of shelves. Looking closer, it turned out that the transparent bottle contained a misty thing. Curious, I asked the owner, "Excuse me, what is this?" The store owner said to me blankly, "Those are human emotions." Emotion, it turns out. "What kind of emotion is this red?" I asked a red one. The owner coldly glanced at the word "love." I pointed to the bottle on the other shelf. "What about the pink bottle?" "Happiness." Looking at the pink mist of the bottle, I walked away. I really want to get him.

"How much is happiness?"

"Three expectations."

"How much does it cost for the three expectations?"

The owner calculated the "five lost."

"How much is the loss of five?"

The owner also calculated that there will be "seven despairs."

"How much is the seven desperation?"

"One hate." The store owner quickly said the answer.

I was silent and asked the owner, "Can you extract my emotions?" The owner glared at me. "Yes." The owner took out a bottle and gave it to me. "Put the bottle in your heart." I did. Put the bottle in your heart. The bottle vibrated a few times, followed by a deep purple smoke that filled the entire bottle and seemed to explode. Looking at the purple bottle and asking, "What is this?" The owner looked at me again and said "I hate." Hate?

Holding the bottle, I asked aloud, "Can I sell hate to you?" The shop owner gloomy face "I won't buy it." I was shocked. "Why?" The shop owner simply didn't look at me. "Nobody will buy it." Hate, because you don't need it, don't want it." I bowed my head. The owner walked back to the counter. "You can go and ask elsewhere. Who needs hate, maybe someone will buy it."

Another day, I stood on the corner of the street, holding a bottle full of hate in my hand. "Who wants to buy hate?" The crowd on the street came and went, no one was right. "Who wants to buy hate?" I called Gao. It is still the same.

I asked the roadside uncle, "Sir, can you buy or not buy hate?" "Why should I buy hate? I don't need to hate."

I asked the aunt who was watering the flowers. "Ms. Do you need to hate?" "I don't need to be very, I don't want to hate."

I asked the grandfather and granddaughter who was sunbathing in the park. "Grandpa, do you want to hate?" "We don't want to hate because we are very happy."

As the sun sets, I stand on the bright corner of the street. Who will buy my hate? I lowered my head, but suddenly looked up at the next moment. According to the calculation of happy price, one hatred is seven despair, one hate is five lost, one hate is three expectations, one hate is a happiness!

"Change the emotions! Who will change!" At this time, the other side of the street screamed low. I am heading to the other side of the street, I want to be happy! I want to be happy! I want to 嘀嘀-touch!

The purple bottle was thrown high, and I flew up. The next second fell to the ground. The intense pain was only a few seconds, the consciousness became more and more blurred, my eyes were wide, my hate, I Happiness, I want happiness, happiness! As the ambulance in the ear whispers, it is permanently in a darkness.

The bottle fell to the ground and shattered. The purple smoke fluttered into the air and scattered in the air.

The raindrops fell, the sorrow filled the sky, and I heard the song, the song of heaven, gradually spreading throughout my body.

postscript

Going to the center of the bridge and looking at the boundless river, I sang lowly, "There is love and hate, how much love has hate."

There is love, hate, love, happiness, happiness, hatred, love, happiness, and no hate.

I look up to the sky, I seem to have heard the songs of past lives.

-Finish-

Second day: 199824