The Pot Calling the Kettle Black: Everyone Has It

Alright, alright, alright, currently the post-2000 generation mostly fends for themselves.

Some from the post-2000 generation are already divorced with two children.

While others from the post-2000 generation are still miserably doing homework, thinking about next month's spicy stick money.

2004: Child is over one year old, currently divorced, child awarded to the husband's family.

2005: "??!"

2004: Child is three months old, recently considering having a second child.

2002: Scratching head, hair falling out in clumps, doing homework day and night.

2005: Secretly ordering a takeout meal in the middle of the night.

2004: Annual income in the millions, comfortable life, considering buying a house.

2005: Recently overspent and out of money, wondering how to ask parents for some pocket money, while also worrying about working part-time at the cafeteria carrying trays/delivering meals.

Alright, alright, alright, it's truly a life of fragmented silk, with no intersection at all, isn't it?

Some haven't even held hands with the opposite sex, while you all have experienced countless battles, weathered storms, and are preparing to shoulder car and house loans.

I just want to ask, among the same group of young people in their twenties, why is it that some are already driving cars and acting as bosses, independently starting businesses, looking like successful people in their thirties or forties?

And then there's another group still in the cradle of school, as pure and naive as children!

So why is the disparity so great? Who can explain it?!

"......"

The old ancestors were now a little curious.

How old exactly is the post-2000 generation?

This life, why does it feel like it's not even for people of the same age?

Uncertain, let's look closer.

First time hearing myopia described so grandly.

Why are you myopic?

To see through worldly affairs, intentionally blurring my eyes.

Then why do you wear glasses?

To clearly see the person before me, no longer vaguely.

Netizens' cynical comment: Why are you myopic?

Playing on my phone.

Why do you wear glasses?

Can't see clearly in class.

Why can't you see clearly?

Because of reading.

Then why do you wear glasses?

For reading.

Alright, alright, alright, so the floral language of glasses is:

"Blurring all things in the world, only to see you clearly!"

Oh my!

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

Some scholars from the Southern Song and Ming dynasties looked at the object mentioned on the Heavenly Screen and the images that appeared with it.

This thing made them feel a sharp pain in their eyes if they weren't already myopic.

It's called "hazy," isn't it?

Myopia is seen as a recent thing, and yet it's described so grandly. What kind of mischief are you trying to pull?

But it's quite profound, and it really suits the taste of many scholars.

Hmm, hmm, quickly, quickly, quickly, jot it down in your small notebooks. Later, when chatting with people, it might just be a topic to embellish.

Unexpectedly, at the same moment, under the same Heavenly Screen, countless people had the same actions and the same thoughts as them.

As for future car accidents?

A mixed salad.

Well, intermittently overlooking the size of the Heavenly Screen is normal, isn't it?

Even if it's useless, after a few years, when talking to those with poor memories, it might actually come in handy.

That's right, bullying people with poor memories.

They always knew Western art was extremely shocking, but they never expected it to be *this* shocking.

This painting is called "Romantic Encounter."

A melancholic demon, wandering alone in the human world, encounters Princess Tamara of Georgia at a wedding, a beautiful and innocent maiden.

The princess danced gracefully on the stage, and the demon fell in love at first sight from below.

Romantic, how can one say it's not romantic?

The key is that they met at a wedding.

Although the most beautiful bride at the wedding was the princess, and the groom was not the demon.

But how can one say it's not romantic? This is what makes it exciting, isn't it? No, romantic, isn't it?

The love between two people would not allow a third party.

So, on the wedding night, the demon, unable to restrain the love in his heart, killed the groom.

Immediately after killing the princess's groom, the demon directly knelt on one knee and declared his love to Princess Tamara.

Romantic, romantically to death.

The demon's direct confession left Tamara both surprised and conflicted.

In the maiden's eyes, the melancholic youth was neither a sacred angel nor a fallen demon, but merely a lonely soul yearning for love.

After a long struggle, the princess finally accepted the demon's love.

The image paused at the scene of the two embracing and kissing.

You think this is the end? No, no, no, there's a sequel.

The youth's wings were not angel wings, and the demon's soul was not merely lonely.

It also contained potent poison.

So the princess died, poisoned by the demon's kiss.

Finally, the princess's soul ascended to heaven, while the demon remained alone, wandering in the human world.

Romantic, too romantic.

It's truly a story of mixed joy and sorrow, a tragic ending.

Too bad we mere mortals cannot comprehend this level of art; we lack that artistic bacteria!

Everyone's mouths twitched, eyelids fluttered in alarm, and their scalps tingled.

Good heavens, it truly is "love until death do us part."

One wonders which great talent created such a...

It's truly a case of: if the princess didn't agree, she would die immediately.

If the princess agreed, she would still die immediately.

She endured the hatred of her husband's murder, suppressed her anger, and patiently waited, wasn't it all for survival?!

But in the end, you shattered even her last hope.

So, she was polite for nothing, and even offered her mouth, and in the end, she still had to die, right?!

The old ancestors were utterly speechless.

Romantic, truly romantic!

Only those barbarians would consider such a morbid thing romantic.