It is only now that I understand how difficult it is to walk away in the emotional world. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

So there is this revenge that hurts others and hurts oneself.

On this night, the cool sea breeze blew on my cheeks, just like the cold words I heard that day, and the words struck my heart, slashing and slashing hard, and tearing away what little reason I had left.

"Song Kun, come here."

I have heard him call this name so many times for thousands of days, but from the moment I appeared before him, it did not belong to me.

The sea breeze on the edge of the cliff lifted the long black gauze skirt, and I stood straight with my bare feet, looking at the person not far in front of me, never thinking that my love would one day turn into such a deep hatred.

I took a deep breath and pressed the palm of my hand against the corner of my skirt, trying to say the last words to him in a flat tone, after which I thought we would never see each other again, and I would be far away from him, and forget about him completely.

But somehow, as soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was uncontrollably choked: "Tang Jiamo, in fact, have you ever liked me?" ”

I have asked myself this question many times in private, and even rigorously argued, and the results I got each time actually told me the answer a long time ago, but I always thought that emotional matters were not dialectical enough to judge with rational thinking, so I told myself again and again that Tang Jiamo was just a little shy.

Looking back, in the years since I knew him, he has never been shy about anything, and emotionally.

The only sound in my ears was the howling of the sea breeze, as if it was laughing and mocking my ignorance.

I thought that he was so silent, I was about to cry, but in the end, the uncontrollable arc of the corners of his mouth became bigger and bigger, and when the laughter mixed with the sound of the waves crashing against the reef resounded throughout the night sky, I saw Tang Jiamo slightly furrowed his good-looking eyebrows, and one hand was buttoning the rolled up sleeve, looking at me disapprovingly.

I used to think of ways to make him happy, and I thought it was a pity that his brows were so good-looking, but at the moment I think it's good for him to wrinkle like this, in fact, what makes me more familiar than him with a smile is his frowning.

The two of us didn't have a big deal with each other since we were young, but I naively believed in the phrase "happy enemies".

"Song Kun, you stop me!" Tang Jiamo's deep tone seemed to be a precursor to anger, and he had been used to hiding his emotions since he fell out of love for the first time at the age of twenty.

Step by step, I walked to the edge of the cliff, trying to get farther away from this man. I used to try so hard to get close to him, but now I just want to escape to a place where I will never see him again.

If I don't see it, maybe he can slowly pass away from the tip of my heart, with those hatreds.

"Tang Jiamo, in fact, I don't mind if you lie to me." I somehow tasted the salty taste on my lips, looked up at the drizzle that fell at some point, and felt that God really treated me well.

Even the words "don't mind" become more believable.

He pursed his lips, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose were probably blurred by the rain, so he raised his hand and took them off, and looked straight into my eyes through the rain curtain.

"Song Kun, be obedient, hurry up and go back with me." He patiently dealt with me, and I knew that he had always disliked rainy days, and that he would usually stay in his study and read at this time, without anyone disturbing him.

I often sneaked in while Steward Tang was not paying attention, and then took the latest "Ming Weekly" to browse the gossip with a dead face, which was in stark contrast to the piles of books and classics in his study.

I can't help but laugh at the thought of that situation.

Thinking about it later, just as I never found a place for my gossip magazines in his bookcase, I never found my place in the Tang family.

Because I don't belong here at all.

I don't know who said that anyone's youth has not been "two".

Now I think that even if I have no relatives, no friends, no people I love and people who love me, I have to live well, and the first thing I need to do is to put an end to this hatred.

"I don't want to go back, Tang Jiamo, can you let me go?" For a moment, I thought that if Tang Jiamo was willing to let me go, maybe I would be willing to stop this farce.

But even God seems to think that I should do something for Xuan Meng.

He asked me in a dull voice, "Where do you want to go?" ”

I've been thinking about this question for a long time, and it's only recently that I figured it out: "It's okay anywhere, as long as it's far away from you." ”

I thought that such an answer would anger him, but I did not expect him to be more angry than I had imagined, and he walked with anger in his eyes, and he was about to grab me as soon as he stretched out his hand.

I slammed back, my heels on the edge of the cliff, and the roar of the waves below.

He strode towards me and looked at me dangerously, the metal frame slightly deformed in his hand.

I'm actually very afraid of heights, if I hadn't been looking at him with both eyes, I would have been scared of my feet. It's just that I have been secretly warning myself: Song Kun, if you can't leave tonight, you won't be able to leave in the future.

"Ah Kun, didn't you say a few days ago that you wanted to see those bellflowers you planted yourself? I'll show you now. Tang Jiamo opened a pair of good-looking eyebrows and smiled at me shallowly, I used to like to see his smile so much, but at this moment I want to completely erase this smile from the bottom of my heart.

I shook my head, and the raindrops on my eyelashes happened to drop into my eyes, so I couldn't help but rub my eyes, and the gauze skirt on my body was already a little wet and sticking to my body, which was not very comfortable.

"That piece of bellflower is long gone, you don't have to lie to me anymore, 'Song Kun' has already destroyed it, it's gone......"

There was a sudden surprise in his eyes, and he asked me with hidden anger, "Who told you this?" ”

I guess who told me that these are important? These facts exist and they don't exist because I don't want to hear them or because he doesn't want me to know them. Tang Jiamo always likes to say that I am naïve, but at this time, he is not ridiculously naïve.

"Tang Jiamo, I never thought that my liking would hurt the people closest to me." I finally couldn't help crying, remembering that Xuan Meng still struggled to say something to me even though he had to rely on a bunch of instruments to maintain his breathing so shallowly, but I couldn't hear a word of the broken and silent words

Tang Jiamo pursed his thin lips and looked at me without saying a word, and his eyes seemed to have the same pain as mine.

But how could he understand!

In a trance, I seemed to take another step back from the cliff,

"You come here first, Ah Kun, you are so afraid of heights, don't look back, come to me!" He tried to coax me over: "You come first, I'll ......"

I didn't expect him to say such a lie to coax me.

I interrupted him with a smile and looked at him coldly, "Don't tell me you like me, then I'll never believe it again." "People are just weird sometimes, when he doesn't say it, I stupidly believe that he likes me, but when he really wants to say it, I don't believe it anymore.

"What the hell are you going to do to come here?" The wrinkles between his eyebrows grew deeper and deeper, and I think he probably hadn't tried to communicate with a "vexatious" woman for so long in his life.

"Let me go." I was really scared of such a high cliff.

He replied categorically with three words: "Impossible." ”

"I know." Tang Jiamo has lived for twenty-seven years, and he has never bowed his head to anyone, and naturally he will not set this precedent for me, so I never thought that he would let me go.

"Tang Jiamo, I can't swim." When my feet were empty, the last thing that caught my eye was his unbelievable eyes, and the wind whistling in my ears seemed to be mixed with his "Song Kun".

From then on, there was only one person named "Song Kun" in his world, and that person was not me.