Have all the "good men" in China died out? How are we single men supposed to survive in this world?
Last year, Wen Zhang and Huang Haibo were both national "good men" and "good husbands" active in TV dramas and movies, but then Wen Zhang was exposed for cheating and Huang Haibo for soliciting prostitutes, shocking the nation.
This year, Chen He has been in a series of scandals. First, he was exposed for having an affair with Zhang, then came the divorce agreement, then he cried in front of fans, and then he was caught kissing by Fengxing (China's top paparazzi team). Chen He has really had it all. His team attacked a high school senior (someone who commented on Chen He's Weibo post and was a high school senior, who later received hundreds of thousands of negative comments). I wouldn't know this if it weren't for this. Six months after the divorce, he accompanied his wife on a TV show and even published a book about how to become a good man. I don't know how chaotic the entertainment industry is; what happens in the industry is just for outsiders to see.
This will probably shock many brainless women (I personally admire good men and think that whatever they do is right). Actually, there are good men in the entertainment industry. Take Chen Daoming (who drank Heqizheng herbal tea), for example. He was never known for any scandals, and he was known for his honesty and integrity, maintaining his true self in the dark world. I really admire him. Lin Zhiying is another good man. He's considerate and attentive to his wife. The key to a good man is whether he can maintain his true self.
The currently popular drama "My Sunshine" has captivated countless women. I also quite like Wallace Chung. I first learned about him when I was in elementary school, watching him in "The Four Great Constables." Later, in middle school, I was mesmerized by his role in "The Line of Fire." Actually, I haven't watched a complete episode of "My Sunshine," only a 15-minute trailer before it aired. After watching it, I felt it would be a hit, and sure enough, it became a huge success, captivating countless young girls and middle-aged women alike. Countless women were smitten, but like the Yellow River flowing from the sky, it never returns to the sea. Like the endless flow of the Yangtze River, or the uncontrollable flooding of the Yellow River. In reality, every woman has a kind of unwavering devotion to love, hoping that a man will remain steadfast in his affections. Therefore, this drama captured women's emotions, which is why it became so popular. In truth, it's just an ordinary romance drama, but it forced my friend to constantly post about He Yichen on her social media. I guess I was forced to block her updates. A man waited seven years for one woman; I only believe fairy tales are lies.
A few days ago, I saw a news report about a man kneeling at a university, begging a girl for forgiveness. Bystanders pleaded with him to no avail and left, only to find the university was already on holiday. Isn't that ridiculous? The devoted lover didn't find his true love and was instead innocently mocked. He lost his dignity and face, and in the end, he had to stand up himself, probably with numb legs, perhaps muttering, "Damn it, they're on holiday!" Sometimes, exchanging dignity for love, you get her body but not her heart.
Actually, I remember my grandfather saying that he found partners through introductions, from one village to another. Back then, relationships were stable; if they felt it was right after just a few days of meeting, they'd get married. Now, some people think that wasn't love at all. In the past, women would cook, do laundry, wipe sweat, and bring water to their husbands after marriage. My grandfather said that feelings were cultivated after marriage; over time, affection would develop. They could live a stable, ordinary, but happy life. Later, my grandmother passed away, and my grandfather didn't remarry. He said she died of illness at around fifty. I never met my grandmother; I only saw her in old, yellowed photos. Although she was a rural woman, she was clearly very shrewd.
Now, society is developed; relationships are cultivated before marriage. Who still cultivates feelings after marriage? After marriage, it's more likely to be a mistress, or even a fourth or fifth. With the downfall of high-ranking and corrupt officials, the exposure of mistresses is quite common.
In real life, why do people fall for "love," become troubled by it, trapped by it, hurt by it, and even die for it? What is love in this world, that it makes one want to vomit? We always strive for love, to fight for love, to revel in love. Yet, what we get in return is heartbreak for most, and happiness for only a few.
I'm reminded of a song by Tianyou called "Women, Listen Up." After listening to it, I sighed, "Tianyou, you've been hurt too deeply by women, you can't escape it. I'm afraid to love again." Afraid of being played by women, afraid of being hurt after giving my heart. Then I thought, "It's nothing, you've just encountered that kind of woman, I haven't met her yet, but I believe there are still good women in the world." After hearing that song, I found another one called "Men, Listen Up." I sighed again, "Woman, you've been played too badly by men! This song will move so many women, some even believing there are no good men left, changing their online names to 'men are all bad,' and their signatures to 'hate all men.'" I smiled and chuckled. A sigh tinged with helplessness. The sigh held a hint of sorrow, yet also a touch of relief. Thank goodness I wasn't married, I didn't toy with women, I didn't deceive their feelings. I believe I'm still a good man.
In life, there's a chubby man with glasses, a shop manager, nearly thirty and single. He has a peculiar habit: whenever a woman drives by, he greets her with a lecherous smile, especially attractive women. My guess is he has too many targets and can't decide which woman to focus on. Of course, that might not be it. For thirty years, he's only focused on women.
Then there are those with little education, who dropped out of junior high to work. They say "delete someone" as "book someone," and "happy birthday" as "happy life." The latter might be due to typing too fast on their phone, but what about the former? He likes someone but doesn't dare tell them directly, asking for help instead. As a friend, I'll help, because I used to ask for help too, since it was my first love. If the person you like politely rejects you, you should be happy, because they've saved you face. You should also wish them happiness in finding their own. If the person you like rudely rejects you, saying you're no good at this or that, don't be angry. Instead, be happy for yourself. You were blind back then because you didn't see her clearly; now that you do, shouldn't you be grateful?
Speaking of love, there's a big difference between the last century and the present. Let's talk about romance. Back then, economic conditions weren't as developed. Even holding hands while dating felt sweet. Romance was especially precious at night, sitting on the edge of a field looking at the stars. During the day, they'd hum a tune, the man humming one, the woman humming one too. In the summer, the man would go to the lotus pond or the river to catch fish, cook them, and secretly eat them together—it was so romantic. Romance is different now. With the economy developed, a friend told me about his girlfriend's birthday and asked me to go shopping with him. He bought her a bouquet of flowers, hid them behind his back when he saw her, and then, ta-da, presented them to her. She was very happy, and they played, sang, and had fun together. She came back saying how romantic it was. If this happened to me, I wouldn't feel any romance at all. Perhaps this is the most honest sentiment expressed by someone who has never been in love. I'm even thinking, wouldn't it be ugly if the flowers withered? Why give her a necklace when you've given her flowers? A meal would be much more practical.
There are too many men in the world, but good men are neither too many nor too few. They bring happiness to their loved ones, are loyal to them, make them happy, and make promises to them. This is the heartfelt sentiment of us single men.
However, many people focus on love, yet feel as if they've lost a bit of family affection, lessened their friendships, and gained a bit more indifference. So, be good to your family, be good to your friends, be loyal to those who love you, and you'll gain a deeper understanding.
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