Never say die, is the best character of the successful

After telling this story, Wang Yifan's eyes flashed with a strange expression and he said, "You mean, the officer's license is forged?"

I handed him a glass of wine and said, "It doesn't make sense, so it's possible."

Wang Yifan muttered, "Forged, forged, shit."

Well, forged.

7

Why does a person subconsciously choose a way and path when he speaks or does something?

Because of desire.

Some people smoke, some people drink, some people take drugs, and some people go on shopping sprees. This is uniformly referred to as addiction.

Addiction is always formed from sensory stimulation.

Some mild sensory stimulation comes from simple mechanized actions. You can't stop getting high, it's not the melon that smells good, otherwise why don't you just buy melon seeds? That's why people often say that they smell good when they get high, and this smell comes from repeated mechanized actions.

This is superficial, because if you want to get rid of it, your brain just gives the command.

But more addiction represents the brain that has been controlled and turned into a carrier of addiction.

Addiction is a chemical reaction because whichever part of your body is stimulated, the feelings are fed to the brain, which receives the secretions from the chemical reaction and then becomes dependent.

If we are to understand a person completely, then we must understand what their addiction is.

Food is an addiction. If gluttony, then your addiction is only in the filling stage, it fills your sense of accomplishment because you are full of loss in career love. Then comes gluttony, then your addiction begins to be in the coloring stage, and it is setting your character. Finally, willing to make sacrifices and trek for a meal, then your addiction is in the final stage, corrosion. Because it becomes your norm, it completely corrupts the brain.

Addiction is desire. Whether it is filling, staining, or corrupting, it will present itself as desire.

Playing games, buying high heels, tweeting, staying up late, depression, traveling, gossiping and gossiping ...... are all addictions.

When the arrival of corrosion, the consequences that arise, you can not imagine.

Your desire, determine the way you talk or do things and ways.

Desire, is the most basic element.

Call it an element, you have to understand that the real intention behind a person is not something that can be arrived at by art, philosophy, psychology or sociology. The ultimate means to accomplish the most basic goal is mathematics and chemistry.

Chemistry gives you the desire, and mathematics yields the probability that you will adopt a certain way.

So, when I told the story of the access card, I did not mean to explain the origin of the officer's card.

My intent was to politely remind, Wang Yifan, that faking your identity is your addiction.

Fake the identity of a woman killer, fake the identity of a hundred men, fake the identity of a fallen prodigal son.

8

On April 24, 2010, Wang Yifan died.

Hospitalized for two months, his treatment was ineffective.

His body was shocking to the eyes, six-foot-tall, slim to under forty kilograms, with all his hair and teeth falling out, his belly button deeply rotted and his internal organs visible all the way through.

The hospital and police were unable to find out the cause of death.

Xiao Xi attended his funeral, I was in the corner, saw her biting her lip, did not say a word, but tears covered her face. Her eyes were full of despair and pain.

9

December 24, 2001, sunny, I went to deliver the ring to Xiao Xi.

She is going to fly away tomorrow. Although I can't be with her, I can't help but think: if there is one thing that belongs to me around her, then from now on, even if we can't see each other, she will always remember me.

In fact, I asked myself, if she completely forgot about me, so that, she would not be happier?

Yes, I know, she does not love me, then, I should not leave a little confusion in her life.

Remember me, or forget me? Everyone went out for the holidays, I was alone, holding the ring, tears suddenly fell down.

Xiao Xi said, Wang Yifan, I can't accept such an expensive gift.

I said, in the future, someone will treat you better and give you a more expensive gift. I just think, at least up to this moment, this is the best gift you have received. I can do my best at some stage of your life, is my reason for living.

The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.

I was in tears.

The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you want to do. Even if I do not love you, but I will always remember you.

On July 8, 2003, it was raining heavily, and Zhang Jiajia and I were drinking in the canteen.

I can't forget Xiao Xi.

Zhang Jiajia said, why single love a flower, so many women, you change a love, everything will be fine.

He dragged me to an alley in the city and invited me to the sauna.

After finishing, I looked at the woman in the dress, my stomach twitched, almost vomited on the spot.

But, I suddenly had a feeling of pleasure.

The fall was redemptive.

December 24, 2004, Snow, more than a year, I have made up no less than ten stories.

Each story has a woman, the woman I played with. Every time when I pretend to be dismissive and cold, and talk to my friends about these unreal women, is the most satisfying time in my heart.

I was satisfied and panicked.

Because I feel that I do not need to make up my own, my mind began to automatically present various scenarios. All kinds of scenarios of cheating women and playing with them.

My job is merely to retell it all over again.

December 25, 2004, Xiaoxue

I turned over Xiaoxie's blog.

I was surprised to find that the blog she posted yesterday had only one sentence: If there is a good person in this world who has become a bad person because of me, what should I do?

I thought, she must have found out about my situation through a friend, or a classmate.

It turns out that the easy way to make her care is to let her find out that I am falling.

January 8, 2009, sunny, I made up one hundred and eighty-nine women.

Eleven of the blogs that Xiao Xi has written have to do with me.

The percentage is 6%.

Although she was married and had children, I could detect that she had great pain buried deep inside.

I was destroying myself.

I was admitted to the hospital seven times.

The doctors could not find out the cause.

On November 1, 2009, it was sunny, and Xiao Xi got divorced. The children were not awarded to her. She was in pain.

I gathered enough courage to leave a message on her blog under my screen name. She started to rely on me.

On February 5, 2010, it was raining and I couldn't restrain myself from looking for Xiao Xi.

I even wanted to tell my friend about the idea, but finally swallowed it and told the story of the female officer in my dream.

On February 7, 2010, I decided to go to find Xiao Xi. But I didn't even have the strength to get up, and I was having a hard time typing.

Was I going to die? Am I not going to be able to give her a gift?

10

As I closed Wang Yifan's diary, panic filled my heart.

When the addiction reaches the stage of corrosion, the desire that presents itself is like the flames of hell, consuming my body and soul.

What about you?

What addiction do you have that has reached the stage of filling, staining or corroding?

Are you gaining weight? Are you raging? Are you Taobao? Are you fuming? Are you cursing? Do you take your life pattern for granted today? Will you find in your dreams that you are far from your original self?

Everything is like a tiny seedling, planted in your heart, you fertilize it, you water it, you protect it subconsciously. As soon as it is catalyzed by the pill, a gigantic tree branches out and wraps itself around your brain.

To what extent are your ways and means, controlled by desire?

I don't know about you, but I know about myself.

Every year, when I handed the glass to Wang Yifan, looking at his fluttering eyes and uncharacteristic drink, there was a voice in my heart ringing.

I can not get the woman, will be suffering for life.

The men who steal women from me, all, have to, die