Jason didn't know how to face it for a moment, even though everything had always been established and operated on this track…
After much effort, he realized that this "thought" was so incredible that it seemed impossible, but he had accomplished everything just like that…
It was as if it was fabricated out of thin air, but it was so conclusive…
Perhaps it was because it was out of thin air that the only image " here " had such an absolute and unrecognizable authenticity…
'Reality'?
It seemed that nothing could be more real, so nothing could be unreal.
When there was no such thing as 'reality', gradually, his thoughts became smoother and more difficult to grasp. They appeared endlessly, like water flowing through his body. He felt as if he was not in it. Jason could only feel the waterfall coming and going, and he was lost in thought…
Unknowingly, a strange feeling shone into his mind. Was it a trance? Was it sleepiness? Or was it a dream?
Tired from playing games, he was dozing off on the sofa when he heard the sound of a key outside the door.
The sky was bright outside the window. It should not be time to get off work yet. Could it be that his mother came back early today?
However, he had yet to clean up the mess he had made after playing the PlayStation 3 at noon. If his mother saw him secretly playing games before the college entrance examination, she would definitely be attacked by a storm.
He was very nervous and wanted to get up and clean up all the evidence, but his brain, which was still in a semi-conscious state, could not move his limbs at all no matter how much he gave orders. In this critical moment, he could only be anxious when faced with this state that was equivalent to paralysis.
Another wave of drowsiness came. The storm that should have come after the sound of the door opening did not happen. Although it was still uncertain whether this was a false alarm, the panic that had blurred the target gradually weakened, leaving only the still somewhat tense mood to continue drifting in the hazy dream…
A blurry milky white light…
Some things became clear…
First, there was a burst of music. At first, it was as smooth and sweet as chocolate, making people intoxicated by the romantic melody.
However, as the decibels became louder and louder, the beauty gradually faded. Soon, it became a little noisy. Coupled with the noise around them, Jason could tell that this was probably a wedding.
This time, a certain conditioned reflex arose in his heart, wiping away the last bit of comfort left in his chest from flying in the air. His entire person automatically entered a state that was set to match this kind of occasion.
In such an occasion, he had to put on an act again and had no choice but to watch others perform.
Jason had never been interested in this kind of thing, but he couldn't refuse to do things out of kindness. After all, he didn't want to be seen as an unsociable person or even a monster.
In fact, many people had similar feelings, but if that was the case, why did they have to put on a fake act and act together? Who was they fooling?
Wasn't this absurd?
If true love still existed in this day and age, then this kind of public, collective, and compulsory performance should be considered an insult to it.
Fortunately, love had almost disappeared long ago. This was the great fortune of love.
But he was still there.
He had watched so many marriage dramas since he was young. From the beginning, he was happy and envious. Gradually, he realized that the so-called marriage, the realistic calculations and the " necessities " caused by various situations were often far more than feelings. If there was really a so-called " feelings " under the encirclement of those things.
In fact, at least in most of these unions, both men and women had a tacit understanding that did not need to be said. After all, everyone lived in this reality. As long as they roughly met the accepted criteria-money, house, job, family background, and so on-and they were more or less used to each other, they would be together.
Only by combining with the candidates who met the conditions would they be qualified to act in the play that almost every so-called " normal person " had to act and wanted to act better than others. The name of the play was " I'm Happy ". It was a play that every " normal person " had to perform at the age of adulthood.
Even the more honest or thorough ones had to act this way, though the titles could be adjusted to "I'm not unlucky" or "I'm normal."
Therefore, both the man and the woman became the necessary props in the other party's play. No matter how beautiful and loving they looked on the surface, their importance to each other was only based on the most fundamental reality.
Not only did one party have to constantly provide various materials for the other party's " happiness " performance so that the play would " gradually get better "-if they could not provide as many " happiness materials " as society demanded, they had to at least make the play continue to sing-but they also had to respond to the other party's " love " in various ways that were recognized by the public so that the play would look more real.
Only by achieving the " happiness " picture set by the mainstream certification standards could they create some kind of imagination to make themselves believe in their own " happiness ", or just find a seemingly sufficient reason to prove to others and themselves that " I am not a person who is left behind by happiness."
The so-called relationship between the male and female protagonists was often based on the mutual fulfillment of this common goal.
However, if any of them could not continue with the show called " I am Happy," they should be kicked out.
Of course, the " morality " on the surface was usually put on a show to make it look like everything was the other party's fault. For adults who were already skilled in acting and had no choice, this would not increase the difficulty of their actual operation.
This was a little f * cking disgusting, and also a little f * cking pathetic…
Therefore, as long as these people who had been completely styled by the mainstream still had the slightest chance to maintain this drama that had to be played out, they would all act out the various " happy " scenes that had also been styled by the mainstream. Therefore," happy families are all the same " And when this play couldn't be played out for various reasons, or because the truth that had been covered up by them with all their efforts and efforts could no longer be covered up, real life would appear as " unfortunate families have their own misfortunes "…
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