The Superpickle's Fifth Story: Pickle and Rose
One day, a few friends invited Pickle to visit the nursery. In the nursery, Pickle saw a flower, an exceptionally 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 modestly displaying 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 quite yet.
This was truly a marvel that fell from heaven, a continuation of life. Pickle 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 left. If I could live with this flower, see her every day, even if I have to die, I would be willing, thought Pickle, who was also known as the Superpickle in his second story - Pickle and the Butterfly. Pickle asked the foxtail grass beside him what the flower was called. The foxtail grass told him that the flower was called Rose, and Pickle deeply engraved it in his memory.
From then on, he began to learn everything about roses. One day, when someone told him that roses were of noble birth and romantic nature, his heart ached. He knew that he was poor and had no connection to romance, let alone nobility. Although he now had some abilities, those couldn't change his identity. For the rose, he could only look up to her. Every time he thought about this, he hated his parents very much and also resented the heavens, hating them for making him a pickle and yet letting him know the rose.
Fate, you are too merciless, Pickle shouted in his heart, yet he was so unwilling. Since he knew 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, in the Superpickle's fifth story - Pickle and 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 rejection and fear of being hurt. But if he didn't express it, he wouldn't want to either. After suffering for a long time, he came up with a method, asking the butterfly to deliver the message. This way, even if he was rejected, he wouldn't lose face. The butterfly went, and he waited anxiously for a reply, waiting for a long time. Finally, the butterfly returned with a message, saying that the rose said: To be with her, unless Pickle becomes a superhero.
The butterfly sighed while speaking, but Pickle was filled with joy upon hearing it. He saw hope. For the rose, he decided to start now, aiming to become a superhero, until he turned himself 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 spare no expense for beauty, and men for beautiful women often do the same. Just look at Pickle to understand.