If reality is cruel, then lies must be gentle.

This is all the thoughts in Han Pengyi's mind now, simple and extreme.

But no matter what, something had to be said, he took a deep breath, and then pushed the door straight in.

The sudden push of the door made the woman who was knitting a sweater turn her head in panic, but when she saw that it was Han Pengyi, the vigilance on her face was instantly lowered, and a gentle smile surged on her face, even if Han Pengyi had that thought, he didn't think that this smile was fake.

"Little... Boss Han, you've been bothered a lot these days. She opened her mouth and said, almost saying what she once called Han Pengyi directly, perhaps because she realized Han Pengyi's status, so she changed her words a little far-fetched.

Han Pengyi shook his head, although his heart was full of heaviness, he still squeezed out a far-fetched smile and said, "Sister Wu, just call me Xiao Han." ”

Wu Ying shook his head slightly and said, "Now that you are the boss here, what should I think of you if others hear about you? ”

"Sister Wu, if you say this, you will see the outside, no matter what kind of mix I get, I will also come out from under the hands of the Ninth Master, if you call me Boss Han again, I will be angry. Han Pengyi said, sat down opposite Wu Ying, who was knitting a sweater, and habitually touched his pocket, but as if he thought of something, his movements stopped, and then his two hands were interlocked, and his thumbs kept turning.

Of course, Wu Ying saw Han Pengyi's actions in her eyes, and there was still that gentle smile on her face, as if the already famous man in front of her was still the white and pure fat man back then, she nodded and said: "Xiao Han, in fact, Sister Wu doesn't need to live in such a good place, you can just arrange an ordinary room." ”

When the fat man who seemed to have no temper heard this, he immediately became extremely tough and said: "Sister Wu, this is our own home, you can live wherever you want, is there anyone who gossips, tell me, I will teach him a lesson." ”

Wu Ying saw that Han Pengyi obviously misunderstood what she meant, she immediately waved her hand and said: "No, no, the waiters here are very good to me, don't give them small shoes, they are all hard-working children, it is not easy to come out and mix a bite of food for anyone." ”

Han Pengyi smiled bitterly, in her memory, she always thinks about others before thinking about herself, this is her gentleness, better than all lies, better than all the cruelty in this world, but why do such gentle people have to suffer so much? Han Pengyi thought silently in his heart, and couldn't help but want to scold this God, but after a while, he felt taboo, so he held back again.

Wu Ying looked at Han Pengyi with a somewhat heavy expression, as if she had expected something, she put down the sweater in her hand, and then asked softly, "Xiao Han, is there something to hide from me?"

Han Pengyi came back to his senses and said with a wry smile: "Sister Wu, I can't hide the things in my heart from you. ”

"About Xicheng?" Wu Ying continued to ask, perhaps because of the heaviness on Han Pengyi's face, she saw a trace of something she didn't want to think about, which was cruel that no matter how gentle she was, she couldn't change it.

Han Pengyi nodded silently, the movement of his fingers stopped, and the words in his heart reached his throat in an instant, but he couldn't say anything, and finally he gritted his teeth and said, "Sister Wu, promise me, no matter what I say, you won't be too upset." ”

"Xiao Han, you can say it. Wu Ying stopped smiling, her eyes were slowly reddening, and she finally understood that gentleness could not save anyone.

"Ninth Master... The Ninth Master... The Ninth Master is dead. Han Pengyi lowered his head deeply, and said these words with all his might, he only felt that his soul was emptied of these words, and the gap was painful, as unbearable as a knife.

Large tears ran down the wrinkles of her cheeks and fell to the ground without sparing.

That's what she had, what she lost, what she waited.

That year.

A man and a woman hugged each other in a small rental house, the small single bed, only enough for two people to lie down sideways, but it was her happiest time, when he and her, nothing, like duckweed to survive in this city, life is bitter can not squeeze out a trace of water, people despair, but also full of hope, what supports the life of these two twenty-year-old men and women, is love.

But this world, it seems that even such a life is unwilling to give him and her,

He took the hard-earned money she had worked hard for two years to do business, and then sank like a stone into the sea, and the money he clutched tightly in his hand and all his immaturity were taken away by this society in a cruel and breathless way.

She didn't blame him, even though he had lost everything she had, so why wasn't she angry?

That night, in that little rental house, he cried into tears, drank so much wine, but only kept beating his chest, and her forgiveness, her tenderness, became his greatest pain, because he knew very well what he had failed to do.

And after the madness, it was still the life that made people not see a trace of light, that night, for the first time he turned his back to her, he was just afraid to see her eyes, her smile, her gentleness, and even he did not dare to touch her calloused hands.

That year, she was only twenty years old, and she was only twenty years old.

"Ying, I want to die. That's all he said.

She put her arms around him, then murmured on his back, "If you die, I won't live either." ”

Tears fell down his cheeks, and he clenched her hand, which was as rough as a knife tearing his heart little by little, and he swore like most liars: "Ying, one day, I will become very rich, very rich, rich enough that we can buy everything." ”

"I just want you, and then that's enough. She said softly like most fools who are willing to be deceived.

That night was the longest night he had ever had in twenty-two years.

He was no longer stiff, he went out early and returned late, often scarred and bruised, but he was always able to squeeze out a smile that was more gentle than her when she spoke, and she couldn't stop her tears every time she wiped the wounds on his body for him.

He was more desperate than anyone else, but he still couldn't stop her tears, she said again and again that enough was enough, but she still couldn't stop the man from clenching the steel knife in his hand again and again, and why were his tears warm? Maybe she just knew that everything he did was for her.

A year later, when they moved into the spacious apartment, she asked him where he got the money, but he didn't say anything.

On the first day he moved into the apartment, he pulled her to the balcony, and through the large window, she saw the scenery that the windowless little rental house would never see.

This time, he put his arms around her, and then he whispered to her: "Don't go to work, I will support you for the rest of your life." ”

She cried like a child, hugged him tightly, and nodded vigorously, but in spite of this, she continued to work in that knitting factory the next day, and he came back later and later, but this lamp would always be lit for him when he returned, and then a table of his favorite dishes.

He brought back more and more money, but they snuggled less and less time a day, and she didn't say anything, just silently stayed behind him, always lighting the lamp for him, and the money he brought back, she didn't spend a penny, and even reluctant to buy a new dress for herself, wearing that work clothes every day, twenty-three years old, because she had never maintained her skin turned yellow, the words youth and beauty did not linger on her, so she left quietly, but despite this, he never disliked her, and he would take her with him every time he went in and out of an important occasion, and then in the eyes of everyone, put his arm around her shoulders, and said proudly: "This is my woman." ”

With this, she was content, but she never went out with him again, she was afraid of embarrassing him, afraid that others would look down on her because of it, even though she knew that this man did not care about it.

I clearly remember that on his birthday in the third year, she prepared a full meal and waited for him, but waited until the early hours of the morning, but only waited for Gongkuan's call, and Gongkuan's voice on the phone was very urgent, only a few words.

Something happened to the Ninth Master.

Desperate, she came barefoot to the door of the rescue room, the corridor crowded with more than twenty people, because the appearance of this woman made way for her, and she walked step by step through these people she didn't know, and her body was shaky.

Gong Kuan came up to support her, and then said with red eyes: "Six knives." ”

Her world seemed to collapse, and then her mind went blank, and the last picture she remembered was just Han Pengyi slapping herself.

When she opened her eyes again, she got the miraculous news that he had survived.

He lay in the hospital for half a year, and she took care of him for half a year, but for some reason, they didn't talk much, she would always cry inexplicably, and he would always be inexplicably silent.

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, he returned to the apartment where he hadn't come back for half a year, he pushed away a lot of things in his hand, and just hugged her in front of the balcony, just like when they first moved in, she touched her tears, and his heart hurt.

Maybe he finally lived the life he once longed for, but he was already scarred, and she would never see a smile on her face again, he knew very well that she was suffering every day, and she knew very well that he was giving every day.

"I'm afraid. She said in a trembling voice, and then broke his heart.

(I have to, just like the helplessness of this story, I can't change it twice this month, I can only change it every day, I hope to understand, understand, understand.) Time is running out for hard work. ）