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The mutual knowledge and love between people, to a large extent, is a mutual attraction of the smell.

For years, scientists have tried to explain how people choose a partner, eventually focusing on the nose. An exciting theory is about the influence of plough-nosed organs on love.

A plow is a gland located at the base of the human nose that is sensitive to the scent of the opposite sex. The scientists found that it was also found in the noses of cats, dogs, cattle and even snakes. In the animal world, the search for a mate is closely related to the smell, which relies on the vomeronasal organ to discover the pheromone of the opposite sex smell.

The director of the University of Chicago's School of Brain and Biology, Robert Klintke, has made a new discovery in an old T-shirt experiment. The researchers asked six men to wear the same T-shirt for two days and then put the shirts in different boxes. Then, find another 49-list woman to sniff the clothes and let them pick out the smell they like best and like to live with. In fact, these women did not know where the odors came from, and no one even knew that they came from a man.

This experiment has been done many times in many laboratories around the world. This time, the researchers extracted an immune system gene, the HLA gene, from both men and women. It was found that the gene of the man chosen by the woman was very similar to the gene passed down by the woman to her father. The smell they most disliked came from men who were the most different from their fathers' HLA genes.

It is safe to say that smell plays a role in the search for the opposite sex. This may be the reason why words cannot be used to explain why, in the same environment, some people are more popular and easier to get along with than others.

"… …"

I and Vi Conon, indeed, share the same sentiment, and we are attracted to each other:

I liked to look at his long, thin eyes, squinting to look thoughtful, watching his deft hands rapidly tapping the keyboard and calculating the data in front of his computer.

I liked his round, tall nose, twitching unconsciously when he was nervous, and delighted to discover the little secret;

When I looked at his full forehead, I felt like the thoughts in his head, moving back and forth inside him, making sense of his thoughts;

When I saw the closeness of his name, the boyish look on John's face as he hammered each other, I could clearly sense his unique aura.

I even like to see him caress Griffin's bulging belly, lean down and listen to the solemn and excited voice of his baby …

I seem to be Griffin, enjoying the caresses of my lover...

I seem to be like John, feeling the embrace of a father...

I seem to be like Cannon, enjoying the happiness of the heavens and the beauty of life …

"… …"

However, for me, all this was just a hazy, inexplicable feeling. It just went through my body like that, darting back and forth from time to time, making me excited, excited, and happy beyond compare.

However, when Voodoo Cannon pricked up this layer of paper, it reminded me that we had a natural relationship and became unnatural.

Ever since that night, I suddenly walked into a maze. I couldn't find the exit, nor was I able to find the origin.

"..."

I tried not to be alone with him, but I wanted to see him all the time.

I tried not to meet his eyes at home, but I kept guessing his thoughts and worrying about his feelings.

Whenever I approached him, his scent, his voice, seemed to possess a strong magnetic force that attracted and touched my heart …

"… …"

Everything fascinated me.

Even the vegetarian food that he had previously been unwilling to eat had become delicious and even more fragrant than meat!

In my dream, it was no longer Red Braised Meat or Lion's Head.

I don't miss the greasy meat anymore.

In the past, those vegetables and carrots without oily water were as delicious as chewing meat.

In the past light boiled cabbage, tofu, eat in the mouth, drunk in the heart;

"..."

I willingly became a vegetarian.

Because, every time I eat a vegetarian, I would happily think of him …

He is a vegetarian and I enjoy the same dishes as him. He loves to eat, so he must be my favorite …

"..."

two

What's the matter with me?

Am I in love?

How could I like this married man?

"..."

I stood in front of the mirror and gloomily looked at the person in the mirror.

An oval face, a single eyelid, a not too tall or short nose, a large mouth, only a protruding forehead and a pair of willow leaf eyebrows are considered nice to look at …

I'm a good-looking guy, but I've never been a pretty girl.

Since I was in my teens, my mom had been brainwashing me and giving me an epidemic prevention shot:

"A girl who isn't pretty must work ten or a hundred times harder than a pretty girl!" "No," she said. Even though his mother was beautiful. However, her daughter did not look like her, but more like her daughter's father. Indeed, her daughter looked like her father!

"As long as your aura is strong enough, you will find the one you like." "No," she said. She believed that her intelligent daughter would have a bright future.

"Your intelligence is your beauty!" "No," she said.

"Your kindness is your beauty!" "No," she said.

"Your confidence is your beauty!" "No," she said.

"Your strength is your beauty!" "No," she said.

"..."

All these years, I've been trying to:

Study hard, read a lot of books, try to grow wisdom and talent, with the ability, talent, self-confidence to replace my unattractive.

From primary school to university, I have always had excellent studies and exceptional abilities. I have won the school scholarship, I have been the president of the student council, I have been the champion of the international debate …

Also because of my excellent, the same age male classmates looked up at me, never dare to approach.

After four years in college, when I was supposed to be the age to talk about love and take love lessons, I'd given my time to libraries, reading rooms, classrooms, and the organization of events.

In Australia, in Brisbane, on the night before yesterday, Professor Fucconon, a married man, had suddenly given me a love lesson!

My inner self, which I thought was strong, began to tilt, and my inner self, which I thought was strong, began to weaken.

I am a little unconfident, I am a little lost, I am a little dizzy.

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