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The world is bright in the silver sunshine. I also miss the girl I want to run away with. N, soft, skin solidified, neck like a cockroach, teeth like a rhinoceros. This is a beauty with a classical appearance. These are enough to make my mouth water and the testosterone in my plasma scream. But there is nothing like the innocent smile on her face-the kind of smile that is now on the verge of extinction, which makes me linger.
A lot of things have happened.
My elopement with n should have happened a long time ago-at least a year ago. A year ago, my elopement with N was well known to all women and children, because the elopement bureau published the annual elopement list. People congratulated me on this, and when they saw me, they said, this is a lot of money. Enjoy it. But I haven't eloped successfully, and over time I have negative ideas. According to the Natural Bureau, the dielectric response of my cerebral cortex has reached a dangerous index. To this end, the Natural Bureau has been included in the danger list of key monitoring.
I became a dangerous person.
N didn't run away with me, not because she refused to break her word, nor because she changed her mind. Eloping is n's job. On N's work record, N has successfully eloped with many people. Now, I ran aground with N because N's leg was broken.
How can I have the heart to let a broken leg run away with you? But sometimes ...