It turns out that ordinary days can be so happy and warm, and the original troubled red dust also has so much beauty and sweetness. It turns out that every minute of staying together will have sixty seconds of happiness, and every foot of distance will be a hundred points of longing. The original melancholy cheeks can also be as bright as peach blossoms, and the original gloomy mood can also be full of spring.

Every day, Yun Meng watched Xiao Jian leave in the morning and dusk, and watched him return in the moonlight every day. Every day, between leaving and returning, I imagine his day, there are worries, thoughts, and faint uneasiness. Three days have passed, ten days have passed, and as time passed, Yun Meng's heart finally let go------ it seems that Xiao Mingyang did not embarrass Xiao Jian, and he was reluctant to embarrass Xiao Jian. Otherwise, how could Xiao Jian be so relaxed and so full of spring breeze. After all, they have lived together for 20 years, and this family affection has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow, how can it be said that it will change.

Xiao Jian went to work again, Yun Meng took out a ball of wool, and she was going to knit a sweater for Xiao Jian. Suddenly, a black BMW stopped outside Merlin, it was Xiao Jian's car. Yun Meng remembered that Xiao Jian had said two days ago that he couldn't put a car here, so he would park the car at school and come back on a motorcycle by himself. Why didn't he drive the car back today, and besides, it was morning, and he shouldn't have come back. Is there something going on? So Yun Meng caught up, and when she was about to get to the front of the car, she suddenly stopped.

The car door opened, and Xiao Mingyang stepped out of the car. He looked at the hut, and then at Yunmeng. He said, "I want to talk to you. The words were a little less harsh and a little softer. After a few days of not seeing him, he seemed to suddenly grow old.

He is Xiao Jian's father, how can Yun Meng refuse. She invited Xiao Mingyang into the house, Xiao Mingyang shook his head, and he asked Yun Meng to get in the car to talk.

The car drove onto the road, driving smoothly and slowly.

"I guess you already know a little bit about my family." Xiao Mingyang stared ahead, his voice low.

Yun Meng responded, and Xiao Mingyang could see everything about her from the mirror.

"That's good, it makes it easier for us to talk." Xiao Mingyang's left hand tapped the steering wheel lightly, and he was thinking about how to say something.

Finally, he said, "You may know that Xiao Jian is not my own, he is the child of one of my friends. My friend and his wife died in a car accident, and Xiao Jian was their only blood and blood. He didn't have any other relatives, so we brought Xiao Jian over. ”

"I know." Yun Meng said softly. For a while, she didn't seem to know how to face Xiao Mingyang's frankness.

"No, you don't." Xiao Mingyang shook his head, and then frowned. "You don't know how much effort we put into Xiao Jian, we treat him as our own son, and we gave him everything we can. Even if there was Xiao Ying later, it didn't change our love for him at all. We watched him grow taller and grow up day by day, you can't guess how happy we are, especially when we saw Xiao Ying following him so fondly, we could see that Xiao Ying liked Xiao Jian, and he liked it beyond the love of brother and sister. We feel that this is a deliberate arrangement from God. ”

"However, in Xiao Jian's heart, Xiao Ying has always been his sister, and he has not and will not put the element of love into this brother-sister relationship."

"Love doesn't have it, except for blood, you can't define the matter of feelings, if you are willing to leave, maybe he will try to ......" Xiao Mingyang honked his horn, and a pair of young people who were strolling were left behind.

No, Yun Meng finally understood Xiao Mingyang's intentions, her face turned pale, and her eyes were full of resistance and sourness: "There is a difference between love, for family affection, love is rational, inseparable, and insurmountable; And love is not, it will transcend reason, make people intoxicated, make people burn, is selfish and exclusive. ”

"Really?" Xiao Mingyang shrugged his brows: "But have you thought about it, love is selfish, but love shouldn't be selfish." If a person only thinks about their own feelings, is it still called love? That's not love, it's only desire, it's possession. The so-called love should be for the sake of the loved one, so that he can live easily, happily and with dignity. ”

"What does it mean to live a worthwhile and dignified life?" Yun Meng's lips trembled, and his hands trembled a little.

"I don't know, so, I'd like to take you here to have a look." The car stopped at a bend in front of a demolished building, and in the cold and snow, several migrant workers were holding iron rods and cocking the cement slabs on the ruins. They were all dirty and dusty. One of them was swinging a hammer on the side and smashing the cement slab with all his might. Shake your hand twice every few times, which may make your hand numb or sore. A foreman-like man next to him was yelling at him, pointing and pointing.

Yun Meng sat up straight, her face turned pale------ this hammer wielder was none other than Xiao Jian. Xiao Mingyang shook the glass up, and the car started. Xiao Mingyang said: "Xiao Jian, he must not have told you that he left the school and left the Mingyang Group. He thinks that as long as there is your love, he can hold up a piece of the sky. He is scrappy and high-spirited, and he is just as naïve as you are to think that everything is easy as long as there is love. But what about the result? Leave fame, leave us, leave the foundation stone we have laid, and he will have nothing. He had to start from the bottom and face too many strangeness and difficulties. It's like a person falling from a scenic mountain top to the bottom of a thorny valley. The frustration, helplessness, and pain are probably not something that anyone else can understand. Love is romantic, but in the face of reality, it can seem pale and bland. Love is wonderful, but if a man is allowed to use all his energy to manage because of love, such love is tantamount to letting a man destroy. If you really love him, you should let her sublimate. Even if you give up, you should not let the person you love lose everything, change and destroy because of love.

Yes, Xiao Jian was changed because of Yunmeng, and he lost everything and became a poor egg. Although we are so reluctant to use the word destruction to describe the impact of her love on Xiao Jian, it is true! It was she who disturbed Xiao Jian's life and disturbed the beauty and peace that belonged to him. Life is short, can she just bear to let him spend his life for herself. The clouds dreamed, silent, tears streaming down their hearts.