Rǎnjìng, strictly speaking, could be considered a person who excels both internally and externally. Although sometimes she can be a bit rough and unreasonable, she often retreats to her home alone, curling up on the couch like a little cat, watching those basically intellectually undemanding soap operas, and often shedding tears. I have infinite goodwill towards girls who can be moved to tears by watching TV, movies, books, or listening to songs. At least I feel that such girls embody the qualities of femininity, empathy, and gentleness. A girl who doesn't cry isn't a good girl, and a girl who doesn't cry when moved isn't a girl worthy of love, in my opinion.
To not be embarrassed, let me introduce myself. I'm also someone who enjoys watching dumb soap operas alone and shedding tears. But I'm a man, so if I want to cry, I can only do it secretly. Especially when there are multiple beautiful girls at home, I absolutely cannot show such behavior. So, my experiences of watching soap operas with Rǎnjìng are quite rare.
One day, returning home, I saw that beautiful girl curled up on the sofa, completely absorbed in watching TV. That gaze of hers was particularly attractive, so clear and transparent. Nevertheless, I couldn't resist teasing her a bit, "Crying again because of a bunch of brainless people?!"
Rǎnjìng looked up at me but didn't reply. I took off my coat and sat on the couch to see what she was watching. Sometimes, you have to admire the acting skills of some professional actors (definitely not those idol actors). Coupled with some sad music, it's easy to evoke tears. So, I ended up watching TV with the beautiful girl for over half an hour until my nose started to feel sore. I made an excuse to go to the bathroom, and when I returned, the show had ended.
"That girl just now was so cute. Her dedication to love was so moving," Rǎnjìng said, tears welling up in her eyes, seemingly seeking approval.
"Yeah, she's quite pretty. As for the rest, I don't know. Also, I want to tell you, I never discuss the following three questions with anyone: One, why people are alive; two, what love is; three, whether money is almighty. Besides these three questions, if you have any others you want to ask me, I can help you answer them." The reason I don't discuss these three questions with anyone is because they're absolutely the most boring topics of conversation. The first one has no answer, the second has many, and the third has a clear answer, yet some people refuse to believe it. And the reason I stated my principles is because that girl indeed moved me. The sacrifices made for love touched me. But while being moved is fine, I'm very realistic in believing that it's okay to be moved by watching TV. The real world is absolutely unlikely to have people like those on TV. Otherwise, why would art be said to originate from life but be higher than life?
"Why are your eyes red?" Rǎnjìng provocatively asked.
"Red eyes? You saw my eyes were red?!"
"Humph, then why did you go to the bathroom?"
"People go to the bathroom for physiological needs."
"No use denying it. I saw it just now. Not only were your eyes red, but tears were almost falling out. You secretly went to the bathroom to wipe them, right?" This girl, with tears streaming down her own face, was questioning me. This society really isn't fair—girls cry openly while boys cry secretly. Sigh...
"Okay, I admit I was moved. And because my tear glands were stimulated, a few tears were secreted. This world is already quite bleak, so it's fine to find some unattainable beauty in TV shows and be moved by them, right? But..." I wanted to reiterate my theory of firmly distinguishing between TV and reality, but Rǎnjìng didn't give me the chance.
"Did you really cry? I was just saying that casually. I didn't see your eyes were red," Rǎnjìng said with a smile that seemed like a mixture of amusement and teasing.
I felt embarrassed, my brain quickly searching for a way to salvage the situation.
Rǎnjìng smiled again and said, "I just like seeing you in this speechless state."
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