Stay away from love and live only for yourself
This confrontation is very similar to the scene many years ago.
That night, Han Yu's gaze was also as gloomy as Lu Zichu is now, Han Yu said: "Come here, I will take you back to Han's house, or back to school." β
Han Yu said: "Gu Sheng, you come with me, I'll ...... Don't bully you. β
Proud as Han Yu, when he said this, he even said it with a pleading. Lu Zichu was standing beside her at that time, holding her hand tightly, staring at Han Yu with a cold gaze.
Later, the person who swore that he would not bully her was the one who hurt her the most.
Time passed, the identity was reversed, and now the person standing opposite her has become Lu Zichu.
He said, "Ah Sheng, come here." He"
There is no request, no pain, as if all the love and hate obsessions have been precipitated by the years, not persecuted, just plain narration.
This man has been accustomed to disguising himself perfectly for up to six years, returning to the lonely house in the dead of night, knowing his joy and sorrow, no one to tell, and no one to warm, so after a long time, his hands are as cold as his heart, and he has never been warm again.
When she was 19 years old, she rejected Han Yu for the sake of Lu Zichu; At the age of 27, she asked herself, do she want to repeat her old tricks and reject the man in front of her who was heartbroken by the Gu family and her?
They are nameless people in life, some people are subverting life, and some people are being turned upside down by life.
When you were young, who didn't fight for love? When I grew up, I began to hesitate, not because I lost my initial courage, not because I didn't love, but because I had more consideration and reason.
This reason and consideration are enough to strangle her love.
"Zichu, the fate is here, you and I cherish ourselves." When he said this, Ah Sheng's voice changed tone, but the corners of his mouth bloomed strangely, and the smile was like an epiphany blooming at midnight.
There are a lot of plane trees planted in the villa area, the branches and leaves are quietly stretching, looking up, a large area of thick pressure is pressed, as if carrying too much of the past and present lives.
There was laughter not far away, it was Lu Zichu, the laughter had an intermittent pause, weak and empty.
Calm eyes stared at Ah Sheng, there was a faint shadow under his eyes, and he asked, "What does it mean to end here?" What does it mean to be kind to yourself? I don't understand. β
Ah Sheng stood there quietly, his eyes fixed, he was still Lu Zichu, arrogant and indifferent, but those eyes took on too much, too much......
When she was a child, Ah Sheng had a wisdom tooth that affected her eating, and the wisdom tooth had just erupted, but she had to experience pain every day, and her father took her to the hospital to extract the tooth.
When anesthetized, it seems to be irrelevant to pain and itching, but when the anesthetic passes, it is painful.
She thought that there was no pain in this world that could be higher than the pain of tooth extraction, but the moment the memory flooded back, she realized that reality was far more cruel than disillusionment.
The place where the tooth was extracted no longer hurts, but the heart began to have a certain long-lost trembling pain.
She stood still, what about Lu Zichu? walked towards her step by step, refusing Wu Nai's support, stubbornly and swayingly, every step seemed to have exhausted all his strength.
ββOn Chinese New Year's Eve in '07, I saw you in the crowd, chased you for several streets in a row, and stopped at the door of the "If 61 Love" restaurant, only to find that what I saw was just an illusion.
- What I want has always been very simple, I go to work, you do what you like, take care of the flowers and plants at home, wait for me to come back at noon and evening, and we will eat together. Take a walk hand in hand after dinner and live the most ordinary life.
- I met you in 04 and has since become a cripple. Do you think that a sentence of "fate is here", a sentence of "self-cherishment" can make you forget me?
He had already grabbed her wrist: "Gu Sheng, you can deceive others, but you can't deceive yourself." β
Ah Sheng's fingers trembled, as if the pain had accumulated to the extreme.
Han Yu's face can be described with the word "ugly"?
He grabbed Lu Zichu's arm, as if his private property was being coveted and scrambled, and his eyes were cold: "I know about your relationship with her, but it's all in the past, and now you say this kind of thing in front of me, do you think it's appropriate?" β
It seems to be the most stalemate protracted battle, Han Yu looked at Lu Zichu, Lu Zichu looked at Gu Sheng, and what about Gu Sheng? The two tall figures beside her and in front of her shrouded her like shadows in the night, and occasionally the light fell into her eyes, as if a flock of birds flew by, silent.
"Let me be alone with him for a while." After a long time, Ah Sheng opened his mouth, and the words were said to Han Yu, but he smiled at Lu Zichu, like the first meeting, warm as water.
In a word, it is like a death sentence.
Lu Zichu's body stiffened, her face turned pale, and her finger joints loosened her wrists inch by inch.
Hearing this, Han Yu's eyes flashed, but he regained his usual look in an instant, withdrew his hand from Ah Sheng's shoulder, turned to leave, and the voice came from afar: "Your body is still very weak, don't stay outside for too long." β
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In the back seat of the car, Ah Sheng's voice was silent: "That day, I went to the restaurant with Mr. and Mrs. Zhai, and I saw them wearing wedding rings in their hands, and I suddenly remembered that you and I also had a pair of silver rings, which were engraved with 'the hand of the son' and 'growing old with the son'. I remember you put it around my neck, but then it disappeared......" she said, turning her eyes to look at Lu Zichu, who was leaning against the back seat, his face bloodless.
She pursed her lips and raised her hand over the back of his cold hand, where there was a conspicuous bruise.
Ah Sheng's fingertips ran across his slender middle knuckle and whispered, "Yours."