I exhausted myself.

After a sleepless night, I suddenly became dizzy and almost fainted while counting under Liege, and my colleagues rushed me to the lounge.

For the sake of my health, I decided to call back the strange call after work, and I didn't know that someone was already on the way to death.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered, and it changed to another woman's voice.

"Hello."

"Hello—" I held my phone and was stunned as I didn't know how to respond.

"You're Miss Li." Her voice sounded deep, "That's what my cousin has on his phone. ”

"Yes, it's me."

"I'm Yoo Handong's cousin."

Liu Handong - is the owner of this number? I took my seat in my heart.

"We're in the hospital, sorry he can't answer your call right now."

"Hospital? Is it sick? ”

I don't know why, but we chatted without a strange feeling.

"Handong, he committed suicide yesterday."

I was dumbfounded.

"It's been rescued." She said as if comforted, and then said a little apologetically: "I'm sorry to tell you this, because we don't know each other, but I know that Handong got your number through many people, and you shouldn't be an insignificant person." ”

I instantly understood what was going on, that he could know my name and get my number, and that it was the result of the same hard work I had done.

"I'm Yang Er's girlfriend." After thinking for a moment, I added, "Ex-girlfriend." ”

"I see." Her voice was deeper this time, "Do you know where he is?" ”

"I'm looking for him too." I'm also helpless.

"It should be, otherwise Handong wouldn't be so desperate that he wanted to commit suicide."

Despair? I never thought that the phone call I hung up would be the last straw for a person to commit suicide, but fortunately it didn't lead to a more serious tragedy, otherwise I would have taken my life innocently.

"Can you tell me what you know?" On second thought, I felt that this was my last resort.

The woman on the other end of the line was very nice, and she didn't mind telling me everything she knew. She tells a story like a story, and I divide the story into where to start, where to turn, where to be sad, where to be in pain, and where to be the loneliest.

When I hung up, I realized that I had already burst into tears.

It turned out that I had always been just Yang Er's retreat, and the woman named Mu Qingyi was what he wanted in his life.

The truth is far more brutal than I imagined.

Looking back, the reason why Yang Er was vague about the breakup was how cruel he felt about this ending. I was protected in his love, but he eventually became the one who hurt me the most.

I was also able to suddenly understand Su Yue's "chivalrous" thoughts, outsiders can always see more clearly than me, a person who is trapped in the quagmire, and my heart is more counterattack-conscious than me, an "ostrich man".

In a relationship, if one party does too much and hurts too much; If it weren't for one party, the pain would be too intense; There will not be so many lovers who were extremely close in the past and finally choose to tear their faces.

It's really that he sees each other every day, and his eyes are very red.

After the wounded love is gone, all that remains is the blank eye.

Yang Er and I are also immune.

The next day, I asked for a leave of absence from the company, and the manager quickly agreed, given that I had a tendency to faint before. After handing over the work at hand, I stepped on the plane to Haicheng without stopping.

The night before leaving, Su Yue laughed at me: "Yang Er's sin, I want you to help him wipe his buttocks." ”

I laughed back: "This is not for others, but for myself, I am afraid of following in the footsteps of others." ”

I was afraid that I would be the next to commit suicide, and it might be a spiritual salvation.

"Someone else?" Su Yue nodded with satisfaction, "The son can be taught." ”

But isn't it, Yang Er has long been someone else to me.

Finally, Su Yue patted me on the shoulder as if encouragingly. I know that there is no overnight feud between good friends, but not lovers after a breakup.

Sitting on the plane, approaching the blue sky and white clouds, I found myself less sad.

I knew that I would eventually learn to heal myself.