My Girlfriend is More Than Beautiful

The slightly lyrical tune of the blues jazz, the dim warm lights on the ceiling, and the line of sight along the vines made of lavender and tuberose dried flowers move all the way to the end of the restaurant, where the window is separated by a crystal curtain.

Facing the slightly reflective bronze mirror, he sorted out the slightly messy suit due to the hurried journey, and walked towards the restaurant.

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"I wanted to say it before, your name sounds so good!"

"Ok?"

"Ink dyes autumn, ink dyes autumn, what a good name!"

"Well... as you put it, it seems to be true."

"What do you mean, it seems to be true, you have no self-consciousness?"

"Well...it seems that there really isn't."

"Hey hey hey! What do you think, go out and introduce yourself to others, tell this, how handsome!"

...

"Hello, it's the first time we meet, my name is Mo Ranqiu.

Ink dyes autumn, ink dyes autumn. "

"Ha ha ha ha!

Hi! first meet! My name is Mo Nanbei, which is the north-south corresponding to my target dog. "

...

Looking at the night scene under the floor-to-ceiling glass window, and shaking the goblet with a few sips of Coke in her hand, Mo Ranqiu was a little nostalgic, and remembered the conversation she had with Mo Nanbei when they first knew each other.

It's been a few years now, but in my memory, it seems like it happened yesterday.

To her, Mo Nanbei is like a pastoral cat with never-ending energy.

Jumping up and down, if you take a second look, you will feel like you are going to have a myocardial infarction.

In all fairness, if it wasn't for curiosity, she would never have interacted with such a person.

She and her are like people from two worlds.

Summer bugs and ice.

She is summer bug.

The kind that died early and had little knowledge, and could only survive in a small, four-sided world.

Mo Nanbei felt that they were very similar, but not at all.

The same good-looking, the same good figure, the same talent, the same has a unique soul.

But they are also very different.

She is lively, cheerful and positive, she can be outspoken and bravely pursue her dreams.

She is free, like a bird soaring in the sky.

Everything about her made her yearn for.

She is like the sun and she is just a clown in the shadows.

The mentality of a moth to a fire made her unable to stop, wanting to understand this magical existence.

So, she chose to get to know this person further, to get in touch with this magical individual named Mo Nanbei.

Through the little means of 100 million points, Mo Ranqiu learned a lot of information about her after the encounter in the cafe that day.

Because of my mother's hobbies, I learned to learn the piano and learn to paint, but for some reason, I had to stop practicing related aspects.

Excellent grades, dignified manners, the three good girls in everyone's mouth.

Mo Ranqiu felt that they were very similar.

She, who has a similar experience, will definitely know herself very well.

Yes, she knows herself very well.

Through the conversation in the cafe, Mo Ranqiu was convinced of this.

Could this be the legendary heart-to-heart?

When realizing this, Mo Ranqiu can be sure that a kind of emotion that is very similar to a heartbeat arises spontaneously.

Maybe they can be together.

Happy and peaceful.

This, maybe like it.

No, it's love.

Or maybe it's love between the two?

At that moment, she thought so.

But soon, Mo Ranqiu clearly realized that he was wrong.

When she saw Mo Nanbei getting along with the man named Li Ziqian, she realized that Mo Nanbei's life was not allowed to intervene.

At most... at best, all that was left for her was just a friend's seat.

But she didn't really mind.

Girlfriend.

Just get rid of this boyfriend.

Or, use a little trick.

Not long after she made this decision, through chatting with Mo Nanbei, Mo Ranqiu gradually realized something that she had been deliberately ignoring all along.

She is... ill.

been sick for a long time.

She felt a little accustomed to being sick.

After realizing this, Mo Ranqiu re-examined himself.

Your actions, your thoughts, your actions.

She felt sick for herself.

She removed the window screen, looked at the guardrail on the window, and looked at the wrench in the toolbox. After some useless attempts, she blew the cold wind all night.

That...don't like it at all.

not admiration.

Not in love with each other.

That is nothing but dependence, sustenance, driftwood when drowning and mercy given.

She just needs a sustenance, a medium to express her feelings, and a reason and motivation to keep herself alive.

And Mo Nanbei was just pity and sympathy for himself.

She felt that she needed help, and she felt that she could help herself.

Yes, I do need help myself.

Need someone to help her take a shortcut on the road of life.

...

People, after all, have to live.

Even crawling.

She took the first step, and then took the second and third steps.

Under the bold action, everything unexpectedly developed in a good direction.

With a new plan, a new dream, a new vision, a new way of living.

She did not go back to her mother's city to study, and arranged to study abroad step by step.

He didn't follow his father's arrangement, and used the most economical and efficient method to be a nurse or "part-time job" for the family.

She left home alone, studying, painting, traveling the world, and hitting a pair of wonderful CPs by the way.

Gu Yu

When life was suddenly in her own hands, she had a sense of rebirth that seemed like a lifetime away.

For the first time in my life, I have a real sense of being alive.

What's amazing is that after she took the first step away from home, the family relationship that made her feel anxious, tormented, and purgatory-like turned unexpectedly without warning.

Perhaps, as it is called, distance produces beauty.

Gradually, I found the value of my existence as an 'individual' and re-examined my 'self'.

Gradually become selfish, gradually love yourself, and gradually correct your own position.

Compared with the meaningless persuasion of a psychiatrist, blindly prescribing medicine, self-letting, self-achievement, and self-redemption is a more effective therapy.

She, who had long been financially independent, was finally relieved in the true sense after she was no longer.

The nightmare that had tormented her for nearly ten years finally faded away, and she now lives happily.

All in all, it was a very wonderful and very lucky thing to meet her.

Good luck, it's like a greeting gift from her.

"Before, I was thinking of competing."

Thinking of the violent change in his mentality during that time, Mo Ranqiu smiled a little self-deprecatingly.

During her time on the sidelines, she was convinced of several things.

Mo Nanbei is not his own straw, not his spiritual attachment.

What you need is independence.

The so-called love should not be this kind of feeling.

It should be independent, from the heart, not a... deformed emotion produced by a sense of redemption.

It should be richer and more splendid, rather than a single kind of compassion and helpless fulfillment.

Looking at Mo Nanbei and her object... Well, Li Ziqian, when they got along with each other, she gained a lot of insights, as well as a lot of research topics and creative inspiration.

For example, these two people love and kill each other tirelessly every day.

To be honest, as a bystander, one day she would not see the two of them choking a few words, and she would think whether the two of them were sick, or if they were crossed.

Also weird.

Last month, it was her new work "About My Neighbors Are A Very Loving Couple Who Loves To Hurt Each Other 8", which is like an observation diary.

Another expected hit and acclaimed.

However, it's time for this comic to come to an end.

The last volume will probably be out next year.

Thinking of this, Mo Ranqiu couldn't help but sigh.

"Ugh……"

They are getting married.

Time flies so fast.

In the deepest memories, she was still a high school student.

Obviously not long ago, it was just a small chat after she first went to college.

Is it because you are too nostalgic?

Or is the perception of time too paralyzed?

Or maybe it's because there are so few things in her life worth lingering on that make her always

Do you remember those days?

...

"Tsk, why do you always feel this kind of emotion like an old lady?"

After stunned, Mo Ranqiu shook his head helplessly again.

He put down the goblet and played with the bracelet on his left hand.

never mind.

Now does not seem to be the time to mourn these things.

Now she has more headaches.

What is she doing in this restaurant today?

- It's for a blind date.

Never thought that she would have this day too.

Never dreamed.

She is obviously still young.

...

She couldn't bear to finally have some improved family relations, but it was destroyed by the terrifying activity of 'blind date', so... she still perfunctory.

In a sense, listening to the family's descriptions of each other, Mo Ranqiu felt that the person she needed a blind date might also have been put on the shelf.

The same year as her, and also her 'peer'.

He also draws comics, and has been booming in the animation industry in recent years.

Where is the need for a blind date?

Will the two-dimensional people come out on a blind date in their early twenties to find a partner?

Impossible.

Unless forced by a knife at home.

┓(′?`)┏

So today is a free dinner.

Thinking like this, my mood instantly became happy.

Mo Nanbei's theories that sounded outlandish and unrealistic were quite useful at this time.

Rotten?

Play big shit?

Or, try to join it yourself?

Ok……

It is not impossible.

ヾ(???ゞ)

After all, in her opinion, the opposite side is also rotten.

How can there be a blind date, late.

Although the other party sent a message apologetically to say that because of a sudden accident in animation production, he had to temporarily work overtime to deal with it urgently.

but……

uh-huh?

Yes.

Oh, this first impression is really unbelievably profound.

Presumably for a period of time, Mo Ranqiu couldn't forget it.

Others have always waited for her, and it was like today, sitting at the dining table and sipping Coke for almost an hour.

Just when Mo Ranqiu was thinking about whether to leave, and happily eat a McDonald's or barbecue on the way home, the crystal curtain of the compartment was lifted.

A handsome young man in a suit and leather shoes walked towards her.

He stood still in front of him, nodded slightly, and asked her:

"Hello, is this Miss Mo?"

"Well, yes, it's me. Excuse me, are you?"

"Hello, I am a blind date introduced by your family. My name is Li Wei."