Under the orange light of an old-fashioned table lamp, Zhong Youcheng was awkwardly, embroidering cross-stitch with a needle.

Back at the rental house, Zhong Youcheng couldn't wait to embroider, until now, there is always about ten o'clock in the night, except for a trip to the bathroom, he almost didn't rest for half a minute.

From the boss's demonstration, Zhong Youcheng thought that the cross-stitch in his hand could be completed in just half a day.

Of course, he is still a novice after all, although there are occasional times when he embroiders smoothly, most of the time, he is still a little clueless.

Worse still, on two occasions, it was simply tied in a knot.

The first time, he also had some patience, little by little, but also untied, and once again knotted, his heart inevitably became a little impetuous, and he couldn't untie it for a long time, so he simply cut it down and folded the embroidery thread.

In addition to the two knots, there was another time, which was simply embroidered. By the time he found out, he had already embroidered a piece the size of a quail egg!

The most feared thing about doing work is rework.

Looking at the wrong piece of embroidery, Zhong Youcheng was troubled for a while, and really thought about what method could be used to remedy it, but after a few tries, he really responded to such a sentence.

In the end, it was reworked.

Zhong Youcheng, who was thinking about finishing the cross-stitch in his hand, felt that time suddenly flew away, and in the blink of an eye, it was midnight.

Zhong Youcheng's neck was already stiff. But he still couldn't let go of the cross-stitch in his hand. On the one hand, he wanted to prove his sincerity to Li Xiaoxue, and on the other hand, he was more anxious to see what kind of effect he embroidered under his hands.

More than an hour passed unconsciously, and the progress of cross-stitch was becoming less and less satisfactory to Zhong Youcheng, but his two eyes were a little spent.

"Hey—"

After a long sigh came out of Zhong Youcheng's mouth, he finally closed his eyes tightly and put down the cross-stitch in his hand.

At this rate, Zhong Youcheng feels that according to ten hours a day, it will take at least five days to complete this work.

Fifty yuan for five days, and only about three hundred yuan a month, so Zhong Youcheng remembered what Cao Yingying said to himself, and he also felt that it was a trick to call the cross-stitch boss.

"! It's an international joke! Zhong Youcheng scolded in his mouth, and threw the cross-stitch aside.

"I'm a painter, and I started this thing! It's not that old witch, why am I like this? Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue, why did you have such a mother? It's unreasonable and short-sighted, and he won't look at people from the perspective of development at all! The success of my Zhong Youcheng can be said to be just around the corner, and my Zhong Youcheng's works can be said to be the treasures of the world! Job? What is that? One day, the value of one of my paintings will not be earned by many people in a lifetime! Anyway, I want a stable job! What is it? What a waste of my talent! There is no such thing in the law, otherwise, Xiaoxue, you and your mother are committing crimes! The more Zhong Youcheng spoke, the more angry he became, and he grabbed the cross-stitch again and tore it indiscriminately.

It was so torn that Zhong Youcheng's two arms were sore, except for the pain in his hands, the cross-stitch fabric was only wrinkled, but it was not damaged.

"Xiaoxue," Zhong Youcheng suddenly fell into tears like a deflated ball, "I'm doing this for you." I do this, you probably understand? You'd be foolish if you just listened to your mother. In this world, only I, Zhong Youcheng, am sincere for you. For your sake, I can even do things I don't want to do. Your mother, just out of her personal opinion, doesn't care about your feelings at all. Xiaoxue, wake up, everyone's fate should only be in their own hands. ”

Zhong Youcheng cried sadly for a while, rubbed his dry eyes, reorganized the cross-stitch in his hand, picked up the needle and thread, and continued to embroider.

……

Han Haitao, who had been on hunger strike for more than a day, no longer felt hungry, lying on the bed, still looking at the roof of the shed sluggishly.

Han's mother has been by her side, and after saying all the things she can say, she is expressionless, only shedding tears.

On this day, Han's mother didn't eat anything. Han's mother felt that if Han Haitao still had her "hard-working" mother in her heart, she would accept the hunger strike, otherwise, her son would be gone, why would she leave this old life alone?

Han's father went out for a while, and came back to see after a while, seeing that Han Haitao's mother and son couldn't afford to live, he was angry and anxious, and weighed it in his heart, but he really couldn't do it, so he could only show his old face after dawn and go to find Li Xiaoxue.

Han Haitao looked sluggish, but his heart was not calm at all. In the midst of the surging heart, the one who is tumbling is naturally his beloved.

Han Haitao doesn't know how long he can survive if he goes on like this, it is said that a person can survive for a week without eating, and if he doesn't drink water, he will only be alive for two days. If this is the case, his life can already count down.

If there are any regrets, of course, it is that I didn't see Li Xiaoxue again.

Ending his life because of the woman he loved was something he never thought of. However, in this world, there are too many unexpected things.

……

Li Xiaoxue, who had been lying on the bed for a long time, kept her eyes open brightly, and she didn't feel sleepy at all.

Cao Yingying threw a word to her, but she sat for another ten minutes.

She sent Cao Yingying away, and when she returned to the house, she lay down. I thought I could sleep in a daze, so as not to think of upsetting things again, but unexpectedly, my head hit the pillow, and my heart was in chaos.

What worries Li Xiaoxue the most is Han Haitao, what bothers Li Xiaoxue the most is Zhong Youcheng, and what makes Li Xiaoxue the most incomprehensible is herself.

Li Xiaoxue often hears a sentence that the blisters on her feet come out by herself. She knew that things had gotten to the point where they were, and more responsibility lay with her, but she couldn't tell why she had made things so messy.

Li Xiaoxue, who has always been emotionally conscientious and responsible, never thought that she would be sandwiched between two men, let alone that both men would fall into the abyss of pain because of her.

It wasn't Han's father who came again, it wasn't Han Haitao's hunger strike, Li Xiaoxue felt that there really wouldn't be any place for Han Haitao in her heart. It wasn't that Han's mother forcibly blocked it, it wasn't that Zhong Youcheng and Tang Aijia suddenly came out to stir up the situation, and when she saw Han Haitao, she still felt that she could turn the page and let Han Haitao walk out of her world forever.

Now, I don't know if Han Haitao can let it go, whether he has eaten.

After all, after dating for a few years, after all, she is cared for like a treasure, and suddenly despises her life because of her, how can she feel at ease?

She really wanted to go to Han Haitao to see it again, or just call Han Haitao, but when she thought of Han's mother's attitude towards her, her heart trembled a little.

"Han Haitao, if it weren't for my aunt......" Li Xiaoxue said secretly, her body couldn't help but tremble twice.

Li Xiaoxue didn't dare to continue thinking about it, and Zhong Youcheng's skinny face appeared in front of her.

Whether he is in love with Zhong Youcheng and Zhong Youcheng for himself or not, Li Xiaoxue has not been completely sure until now.

If it is love, this kind of love is too much for Li Xiaoxue to walk on thin ice and be frightened. If it weren't for love, Zhong Youcheng would really have done too much for himself, and he would often think of such a man in his heart.

Speaking of which, it is still a man like Zhong Youcheng who makes Li Xiaoxue truly experience her most delicate feelings as a woman,—— that rainy night, that powerful hug, and that kiss that can't be broken.

Love really doesn't need any additions, no need to consider appearance, no need to consider status, no need to consider knowledge, no need to consider family ......, when a heart has a subtle tremor, it may really give birth to love. And such a tremor, at least Li Xiaoxue feels that it seems to have happened to Zhong Youcheng.

However, love really has too many things attached, so that even if people meet, they must try their best to measure and seek carefully.

Assuming that she and Zhong Youcheng are truly in love, Li Xiaoxue still feels that even if a little extra conditions are attached between them, their love can only go bankrupt.

"Zhong Youcheng, if you are really good for me, I only hope that you don't do anything for me anymore." Li Xiaoxue said this again, and a pair of tears had already burst out of her eyes.

This book was first published on Kanshu.com