The Super咸菜 and the Rose
One day, a few friends invited 咸菜 to visit the nursery. In the nursery, 咸菜 saw a flower, an extraordinarily beautiful one. Her petals were like velvet, perfectly expressing the delicacy and perfection of life. Her color was bright yet dignified, as if she had accumulated energy for several lifetimes before revealing it so reservedly. Her flowers were half-open and half-closed, elegant and modest, beautiful and graceful, all in this state of being about to bloom but not yet bloomed.
This was truly a marvel that fell from the sky. 咸菜 was stunned, staring at the flower, he became foolish, unaware of what year or month it was, who he was, or where he stood. At this moment, in his eyes, the world only had that flower. If I could live with this flower and see her every day, even die during the Spring Festival, I would be willing. 咸菜 thought to himself, asking the dogtail grass beside him what the flower's name was. The dogtail grass told him that the flower was called rose, and 咸菜 remembered it deeply.
Since then, he began to learn everything about roses. One day, when someone told him that roses were noble in origin and romantic in character, his heart ached. He knew he was poor and had no connection to romance, let alone nobility. Although he now had some abilities, they couldn't change his identity. For the rose, he could only look up. Every time he thought about this, he hated his parents very much and also hated heaven, hating them for making him into 咸菜, yet letting him know the rose.
Fate, you are too merciless! 咸菜 cried out in his heart, yet he was so unwilling. Since he met the rose, he walked a long way to the nursery every day, hiding outside the wall to secretly watch the rose. Each time he looked at the rose, he would feel full of hope but also full of inferiority. He wanted to express his love to the rose but didn't have the courage. He was afraid of being rejected, afraid of being hurt. But if he didn't express it, he wouldn't want to either. Suffering for a long time, he came up with a method - through the butterfly. This way, even if he was rejected, he wouldn't lose face. The butterfly went, and he waited anxiously for the reply. After a long wait, the butterfly finally brought back the message, saying the rose said: To be with her, unless 咸菜 becomes a superman.
The butterfly sighed while saying this, but 咸菜 was full of joy in his heart. He saw hope. For the rose, he decided to start from now on, striving towards the goal of becoming a superman, until he turned himself into a superman and married the rose.
People say the power of love is strong, but actually, the power of beauty is the strongest. Women, for beauty, will spare no expense, and men, for beautiful women, often do the same. Just look at 咸菜.