The Super Pickle and the Rose
One day, a few friends invited Pickle to visit a nursery. In the nursery, Pickle saw a flower, an exceptionally beautiful flower. 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 from several lifetimes before subtly revealing it. Her flowers were half-open and half-closed, elegant and reserved, graceful and dignified, all in this state of being about to bloom but not yet bloomed. It was as if she came from heaven, stunning Pickle. Staring at the flower, he became dazed, unaware of what year or month it was, who he was, or where he stood. At that moment, in his eyes, the world only had that flower. If he could live with this flower and see her every day, he would willingly die. Thinking this, Pickle asked the foxtail grass beside him the name of the flower. The foxtail grass told him that the flower was called rose, and Pickle memorized it deeply.
From then on, he began to learn everything about roses. One day, when someone told him that roses were noble and romantic, his heart ached. He knew he was poor and had no connection with romance or nobility. Although he had gained some abilities now, those couldn't change his identity. For roses, all he could do was look up. Every time he thought about this, he hated his parents and also resented heaven for making him a pickle while letting him know the rose.
Fate, you are too ruthless! Pickle shouted in his heart but was still unwilling to accept it. Since he met the rose, he walked a long distance to the nursery every day, hiding outside the wall to secretly watch the rose. Each time he watched the rose, he felt full of hope and full of inferiority complex. He wanted to express his love to the rose but lacked the courage. He feared rejection and being hurt, but not expressing his feelings made him unwilling. After suffering for a long time, he came up with a method - sending the butterfly. Even if rejected, he wouldn't lose face. The butterfly went, and he waited anxiously for a reply. After a long wait, the butterfly finally returned with the message: The rose said, "To be with me, Pickle must become a superhero."
The butterfly sighed while saying this, but Pickle was filled with joy. He saw hope. For the rose, he decided to start striving for the goal of becoming a superhero from now on until he turned into a superhero and married the rose.
People say the power of love is strong, but actually, the power of beauty is the strongest. Women will spare no effort for beauty, and men will often spare no effort for beautiful women. Just look at Pickle to understand.