Meng Yi locked himself in the room and hadn't eaten all day, and Fusu pushed open the door with a bowl of sweet soup.

"Since you chose not to erase her memory, you should have expected such a situation. Besides, she just needs time to think calmly, and you don't have to embarrass yourself. ”

After being silent for a while, Meng Yi took the sweet soup, there was no mouthful, but he finally ate.

Fusu actually knew that what he was saying was nonsense, and Meng Yi himself understood the truth, but he was too tormented and wanted to torture himself in other ways.

"I originally had something to do with you today, but when I saw that you were in a trance, I temporarily went to invite a demon. I know that you are just depressed for a while, and I hope that when you wake up tomorrow, you are still the same Meng Yi who can stand side by side with me. ”

"I can't give you an answer to whether Chen Hao will accept you in the future, but one thing is certain, in the future, we will have to face many things. Zhao Gao, the people of Peking University, and Brother Meng Tian, they may be watching us from the dark. ”

The demon, who was meditating with his eyes closed in the west chamber of the Ming Hall, suddenly sneezed for no reason. After shuddering for a moment, he saw that the doors and windows were closed, and he sat with his eyes closed in front of him, and looked up and down, left and right suspiciously, before he settled down and continued his meditation.

After drinking the sweet soup in one go, when Fusu got up, Meng Yi patted him on the shoulder "Don't worry".

The two looked at each other and smiled slightly.

Closing Meng Yi's door, Fusu walked to Sangxia's door and knocked softly, but the door was not completely closed.

"Fusu" Sang Xia sat in front of the computer desk, turned his head and glanced at the door, a little unenergetic.

"What's wrong?" Fusu leaned against the table and looked at her as he entered.

"Do you think Haiti will take the money to settle?"

Fusu shook his head, "I don't know. But if he needs money, he probably would. After all, he still has children to raise. ”

After a moment of silence, Sanxia stood up, "Let's go meet him tomorrow." ”

"Good. Fusu stroked Sangxia's head, looked into her eyes, and always felt that there was some kind of light there that he couldn't understand.

"Sanxia, do you think that if Haiiti takes the money to settle, he will be sorry for Rena?"

"Hmm. ”

"Then I ask you if it matters to the living, or to the dead?"

After a moment of silence, Sanxia replied with some difficulty, "Alive." ”

"We all know that people can't be resurrected after death. Gena's children need the money to live, so you can't think he's wrong if Hayti finally accepts the reconciliation. ”

Nodding silently, Sang Xia's eyes began to redden.

She knew that her idea was wrong, and no matter what decision Hayti made in the end, she couldn't blame him.

She's not judging whether Hayti has the right to make decisions on Rena's behalf, even though it's Rena's. It's just that she suddenly realized that the world was very strange.

Young people who have never been in the world always have some kind of unconscious fantasy about the world. The same goes for Sancha.

In her eyes, the world is black and white, either wrong or right. The good is good, and the bad is bad.

Purity is true, but the back of this purity is a hard, resistance to the underlying rules of this world.

Only after being tempered by one incident after another can we truly understand the world and understand the people and human nature living in this world.

Fusu knew that she was struggling in her heart at this time, people need to grow, and she is the same.

Although, with him, he can protect her well, not to see how ugly the outside world is, but only to see the beautiful side.

But in this way, it is tantamount to controlling her in disguise.

What he wants to give her is freedom, not only the freedom of the day, but also the freedom of the heart.

Even though he knew that one day in the future, she might lose her current cognition and consciousness, but he still wanted her to grow freely.

"Sanxia, most of the people in this world must learn to compromise in order to live better. No one can be so powerful as to ignore the world! This is the real world, and there is a beautiful side and an ugly side. ”

Sang Xia lowered his head, listened, and after a long time, nodded.

"I know, like the book says, there's white and there's black. I just think Heyti is pitiful, it's painful to lose his wife, but he still has to face this choice. No matter what you choose, it's too cruel to him..."

Fusu looked at Sang Xia speechlessly, he knew that she was uncomfortable, but what he didn't know was that she was uncomfortable because she was thinking about this layer of issues for that Uyghur man.

Sangxia, Sangxia, at such a young age, how can there be such benevolent thinking...

The night was deep, and Runlu ushered in another sleepless night.

The next morning, while everyone was still asleep, Sangxia had already prepared breakfast in the kitchen.

Sweet sweet potato porridge is simmering on the stove, the microwave oven is slowly turning, and the steamer is steaming with white mist...

Sangxia walked to the front yard and looked at the city that was gradually waking up at the bottom of the mountain.

Slow-moving buses, people on bicycles, long queues of cars crowded in front of traffic lights...

It was the first time she had looked at a city so seriously, and for the first time she had begun to think about what the people living in it were doing, what they were thinking, and how they lived.

In her cognition, everyone who lives in this beautiful city is happy.

Although each has its own hardships, it is certainly happy.

They have their own jobs, families, relatives, lovers, friends, and whether they are rich or ordinary, these people should be happy.

But at this moment, Sang Xia, who had not slept all night, looked at the people walking under his eyes, and had a different feeling in his heart.

It's one thing to listen, it's another thing to actually put it in front of you.

From the moment he saw his mother's ghost, in Sangxia's heart, the 'ghost' was actually not terrifying.

They are not as scary as they are presented in TV series and movies, and they actually look no different from people.

After finding Rena's ghost in the night market and learning the cause of her death, Sanxia underwent something in her heart that even she didn't notice.

She sympathizes with what happened to Zena and grieves for Hayiti. But it wasn't until last night, when she learned that the hit-and-run had deliberately erased the evidence, that she felt an indescribable horror in her heart for the first time.

Her heart trembled, why can a person be so terrible?!

If there is no midnight help and help, I am afraid that this unjust case will never be revealed.

And what the murderer was thinking about was not repentance and asking for forgiveness, but just figuring out how to get out.

It is true that people have an inherent desire to survive, but when a person has blood on his hands and still only thinks about his own situation, this is incomprehensible to her.

If, in the end, Hayti really chooses to reconcile......

As soon as he thought of this, Sang Xia's eyes welled up with tears again.

Not moved by gratitude, but angry.

She didn't know what she was angry about, and she didn't know why.

It's just that this kind of emotion makes her unable to withdraw for a long time.

Maybe this is the helplessness of the world!

Maybe that's what people have to do in order to survive, compromise.