#交易心理学

The Weakness of Human Nature

At this moment, I pick up my pen and feel a bit nervous. I remember the first time I met you in the café; your fingers flipping through the pages were gilded by sunlight, like a moving painting. Later, every time I passed by that shop, I would foolishly smile at the air, as if I could hear the sound of you turning the pages.

You always say I'm silly, yet you patiently count "three two one" when teaching me to make a cake; you say I talk too much, yet you seriously listen to my nonsense about stars. Last week, when the heavy rain hit unexpectedly, you tilted the umbrella towards me, your wet shoulder glimmering under the streetlight, and in that moment, I suddenly understood the meaning of "reckless abandon."

The future may have storms, but I want to be the one who always brings an extra coat for you. This weekend, shall we go to the riverside to fly kites? Let our strings be forever tangled in each other's lives.