No one understands soulmates better than me

Read the short story "The Green Moon" by Xu Yigua*.

A young couple, a gangster entered the house in the middle of the night. When the heroine mustard woke up, she found that her husband, Qiaobei, had been tied to a dining chair. The gangster mainly robbed her for money, but indecently acted on her in the course of the crime.

Qiaobei closed his eyes, did not look, and acted calmly and restrained throughout the whole process. In the end, the criminals left with the money, but fortunately, their lives were safe.

The case was solved quickly, and it was the nanny at home who colluded with an acquaintance to commit the crime. Mustard Zi was always immersed in disappointment and care. She minded that her tall and masculine husband didn't come forward to protect her at that time, at least to support her. A fine portrait was splattered with ink in her heart.

Husbands and wives began to have estrangement, resulting in some small to major conflicts and alienation. Mustard knew that Qiaobei's decision at that time was rational, but she could not erase her physical and mental humiliation and sense of abandonment.

The two have also tried to bridge it many times, but the final tone of the story points to despair: Mustard has lost that kind of love fantasy.

The only woman I've ever seen infatuated with is my aunt, who has a bad relationship with my family. Adored, dumped, and followed suit in love, she was betrayed at the age of 40, and she hated it to the extreme.

When I read this story, I thought of my aunt. She came that afternoon in work clothes, slumped on the sofa in the living room, covered one side of her face and repeatedly said that she was gone. At that time, I was rebellious in junior high school, stood aside, and insisted on gloating over all tragic scenes.

Some readers feel that mustard seeds make: irrational, must let Qiaobei be a reckless man. If you really want to confront the gangster head-on, maybe both of them will lose their lives. In the end, it was Mustard himself who destroyed the home.

Now I tend to sympathize with people like her. Thinking about it, I thought I became soulmates without distinction, but one day I was forcibly torn apart, how painful it was.

But I also feel that most of my sympathy stems from a slight sense of guilt that is innocuous. The descriptions of soul mate shatters are speculative, not really to the point of empathy.

I haven't really been emotionally integrated with anyone, so I don't know how painful it is.

Do you have an inner drama when you kiss someone? I have it, I can't control it. There is always a little thing with wings flying out from the back of the neck, observing peacefully and asking questions objectively:

Are you sure you can reach from this angle?

This hug is very strange.

The taste, what I just ate...? Um?

Saw two flakes of dandruff, blown away.

It seemed like a theater was busy, and I sneaked half of my body and ran out to freeze and smoke.

Generally speaking, this kind of behavior is called beating, and the deeper the relationship, the more indebted. I've been beaten so hard lately because I'm always inviting girls to enjoy that little winged thing.

It's hard to characterize, and it's fine to say split personality, true self, or narcissistic arrogance. After looking at it for a long time, it still means a third party.

This can't fit in a sincere, respectful relationship, so I'm reading cold novels by myself now.

I read "The Sheltered Sky" again. The male protagonist Potter is unemployed, has a family property, and is dissatisfied with modern society. With the female protagonist Kit, he has wandered around the world for more than ten years.

Kit also hates the hypocrisy of civilized life, but she is not as extreme as Potter, and her worldly and spiritual needs are equally divided.

The two of them and a friend traveled to the Sahara Desert after World War II, trying to resolve the conflict between husband and wife. However, they encountered various frictions and accidents during the journey, which prevented them from getting the deep resonance they imagined.

Potter wanted to put aside all the outer layers of civilization and humanity in the barren desert, and see what was inside his darkest, empty core.

Kit was scared and unwilling to explore such a terrifying realm with Potter.

But in the end, Potter got what he wanted and died of illness in the desert. Before his death, he experienced the extreme pain and loneliness of being in the void, saying: it is not fun and needs someone to accompany him.

And Kit only discovered shortly before Potter's death that she still had a deep emotional bond with her husband. After Potter's death, she couldn't bear the great mental pain, so she exiled herself as a sex slave of a nomadic businessman. After several twists and turns, she finally lost her mind and disappeared.

Existentialists often say that after birth, people should be responsible for themselves and make their own choices, otherwise they will be looking for a thigh crutch, and they will not be able to shape themselves after all. I deeply agree, and from this point of view I will also agree with feminism, which is essentially the same thing.

Kit seems to me to be a little bit of an appendage. She always thinks that she can't make decisions, and she is used to letting Potter make the decisions for herself, living the most effortless life.

But after Potter's death, she suffered the most, not only to start making decisions, but also to endure an abyss-like loneliness. Insanity is not an unexpected result.

Thinking about it that way, I don't feel that much for Kit.

At the same time, by the same token, I am a little less sympathetic to the mustard who is willing to be a little woman: the humiliation of her physical violation was suddenly forgotten by me.

Ideology, what an efficient and cold measuring tool.

I'm wondering if any of the above are soulmates.

Logically speaking, the union of men and women is the arithmetic of 1+1. But I always feel that a 1 will shrink itself into a 0 first, and these 0s are fragile and cannot stand the control and self-destruction of another 1.

It's just that from the outsider's point of view, isn't the result of 1+0 a beautiful 1?

It's also possible that I'm giving all negative cases.

I called the girl a few times, sorry, the little thing with wings would still fly out and listen. I thought that Voldemort's Horcrux probably had a similar principle, and I instantly felt powerful.

But this kind of power doesn't seem to need her experience.

Sitting on the floor with the wind blowing in beside him. It will snow tomorrow. Before discussing soul mates, it may be necessary to ensure a relatively constant and considerate image state.

Just not motivated.

Relevant information

Xu Yigua: Famous writer, born in the 1960s, author of "Light Green Moon", "Tiramisu", "Snake Palace" and other short stories, as well as novels "Sunspot", "White Mask", "Others" "Wait. Its "Sunspot" was adapted into the movie "Scorching Sun".