"The strong do not understand the sorrow of the weak, just as you do not understand my sorrow." Uncle Yang said bitterly and softly: "I don't have the ability to give her happiness, so I can only stand in the distance and silently watch her find her happiness, I can only create a false her and accompany me, because I am not qualified to get close to her." ”

I was silent, and for a moment, looking at his inferiority complex and cowardice, and his extreme lack of self-confidence, my heart really rose with anger.

What is the Strong?

What is the weakling?

The real weak is willing to be weak, is not courageous, the strong is not the strong, but the brave, because the brave are angry and draw their blades to the stronger.

Uncle Hua's courage to know a man and become a man is still deeply touched by me.

But I didn't tell him that.

Because he is very convinced that he is weak, then all explanations are pale, and forgive me for not wanting to do meaningless things.

"I know, I'm guilty, I'm wrong, you killed me and I confessed but I still don't regret doing this, it's understandable that you want to deal with me, I'm just a wreck, a scumbag." Uncle Yang took a deep breath, still gritted his teeth, looked at us and said, "However, I want to ask you for one thing before that.

I asked him what was the matter.

"This silk doll, although she has the same personality and has a lot of looks, is not her after all."

Uncle Yang wiped his tears and said: I have low self-esteem for so many years, and finally I want to see her, I want to finish what I didn't finish at the class reunion at that time, after more than ten years, I now want to really shout to her - I like you and I want to be a strong person.

"Yes."

I asked him where his address was.

Our group went outside, got into Liu Baiqian's car, and soon came to the county town next door.

Following the address, I found the place where the girl got married, a very luxurious building.

In front of the country house.

Uncle Yang knocked on the door with a complicated expression.

"Who?" A middle-aged man with a beard on his face opened the door and walked out. COP> "Excuse me, is Zhu Yiyi here?"

Uncle Yang was a little upset, because he also knew that this should be the other party's husband.

"Zhu Yiyi? Are you a relative of hers? No, no, she's dead, don't come to relatives. He waved his hand and rejected us impatiently.

Uncle Yang was shocked when he heard this.

"Get out, get out." He kicked us out and slammed the door shut.

We walked through the crack in the side of the door.

I vaguely saw a beautiful lady sitting in the living room, who seemed to be the man's new love and his new wife.

"How so?"

"How so? Zhu Yiyi is obviously so perfect, this man would treat her like that"

Uncle Yang muttered to himself.

We didn't expect that to be the case.

We thought that this matter would end like this, but suddenly a boy in his teens came out from behind and stopped us timidly:

"Which of you is Uncle Yang?"

"I am, I am, my name is Yang Yiqun." Uncle Yang hurriedly stood up.

"Oh." He looked us up and down and said, "Can you go and sit over there?"

We went to the side stairs and sat down.

This is Zhu Yiyi's son, and he told us about his mother's cause of death - breast cancer.

Originally, it was discovered early that his husband had the money to do the operation, but his husband was obviously unwilling to pay for this huge operation fee of hundreds of thousands.

According to his words, if you take this money to save a yellow-faced woman in her forties, and you have to cut off her breasts, is that still a woman? People are not ghosts, they are not ghosts, it is better to marry a new beautiful daughter-in-law.

At that time, Zhu Yiyi was so angry.

Seeing the truth in adversity, his husband was reluctant to spend money to go to the hospital, and within a few months, he was so angry and depressed that he left directly... COP> for Uncle Yang.

Zhu Yiyi occupies the deepest position in his life and is the most perfect woman in his dreams.

For other men, Zhu Yiyi is just a woman who can be seen everywhere on the street, married casually, and looks very ordinary.

When we heard this, our nose suddenly became sour, and it didn't taste like it.

Uncle Yang next to him was even more stunned in place, sluggish and like a clay man - his dream collapsed.

Before he died, Zhu Yiyi had been lying on the hospital bed and said to the teenage child: "It's not important to have money, love is important, the person I've been waiting for, he hasn't appeared, I waited for him to speak, but I waited for a lifetime." ”

She was on the hospital bed, shedding a large string of tears, staring blankly at the ceiling, her eyes were blank, "If it was him or him, he could have worked so hard for me at that time, knowing that he would be humiliated, and he stood up, and he would definitely do whatever he wanted, no matter how poor he was, he would be able to come up with a way"

When he was bullied by hooligans, Uncle Yang thought he was a wreck, and ran away in humiliation with his pants, but he didn't know that in Zhu Yiyi's eyes, he was already a hero at that time.

"Why!!"

When Uncle Yang heard this, he howled and cried, and big tears flowed down.

Bai Xiaoxue sighed, looked at Uncle Yang next to her and burst into tears, and said, "Three seemingly simple words will never be able to spit out for the rest of your life." ”

"Where is she buried?"

Uncle Yang choked up.

"Over there." The boy paused, pointing in the direction of the mountain, and suddenly the man in the house called him, and he turned around and silently returned to the house.

Uncle Yang cried loudly and ran away.

We followed silently, and I also sighed: Uncle Yang, what is his more than 20 years of struggle and long-term affection for?

Ten minutes later, we saw Uncle Yang at the mountainside position on the mountain.

He struggled to hold the tombstone: Why, why am I so stupid, money doesn't matter, love matters! Money is not important, love is important!

Tears flowed down his cheeks, muttering Zhu Yiyi's words before his death.

I sighed, turned around and left.

Xiao Qing'er asked me: "Brother Xiaoyou, this kind of wicked person, don't you want to deal with him?" ”

I shook my head and turned around, "The greatest punishment for a person is not to kill him, but to let him hold the tombstone and live in pain and self-blame for the rest of his life." ”

"Such a punishment is too cruel." Bai Xiaoxue sighed.

With that, we left.

Everyone of us present knows that Uncle Yang is almost crazy, he is crazy in the love of his life, from youth to middle age in twenty years of hard waiting.

Later, I got some news.

Uncle Yang completely left the textile factory, he chose to build a small wooden house on the grave mountain, every day crazy, a middle-aged man, holding a silk doll, looking at the tombstone, still living in the contempt and self-blame of others.

Later, we also searched for the spider he left behind.

It was found that the spider's lifespan was short, only three months, and it was indeed an inferior product, and after it died, it was difficult to bite people and spit out silk.

And, we also got an interesting news.

Zhu Yiyi, who was also stored in the morgue of the hospital, was one of the female corpses that was cut off by Uncle Yang, but the morgue was too dark, and Uncle Yang didn't notice it at all, he cut the chest of the woman he liked with his own hands

So, has Zhu Yiyi really become a silk doll?

I do not know.

All I know is that if he takes that inferiority complex, he will be embracing a living person, not a doll.

It's a pity

His low self-esteem made him never take that seemingly simple step in his life.

Uncle Yang, who is holding a silk doll, this business is over.

The next morning, Miao Qianqian called me and said that there was something on her side and asked me to take a look.

However, after I told her about this, she suddenly fell silent for a moment and smiled: Cheng You, what is the festival today?

"August 17th, Tanabata."

"The story of the Weaver Girl."

Miao Qianqian smiled lightly and said to me: "Actually, I'm thinking, if Uncle Yang takes that step, he will be holding the girl he really likes, instead of being lonely for the rest of his life, he can only hug an inflatable doll, and after more than 20 years of long pain, he has become another pair of cowherds and weaver girls. ”

I was silent for a moment.

I think that in this world, not only Uncle Yang, but also many people have missed their love and dare not speak boldly.

Uncle Yang's story has always existed and happened all the time.

How many people missed it?

I do not know.

I admire Liu Baiqian, a person who is free and easy and has the most happiness, and I also sigh that people like Uncle Yang live in the world of their own "losers", think that they are not worthy, think that they are bound to fail but dare not try, that is naturally bound to fail.

I am a little sad about his misfortune and angry with him.

They never thought about themselves - are they really weak?

How do you know you're a weaker without losing?

Do you think you're weak?

Or work hard silently like Uncle Yang, but when you strive to become a real strong person, you have enough courage to step on the colorful auspicious clouds to confess, she is no longer there

"By the way, don't you have anything to say about the festival of Tanabata?" Miao Qianqian asked me.

"Yes." I say.

Miao Qianqian said: "Then tell me about it?" ”

I smiled and looked up at the sky:

"Tanabata! I hope that everyone in the world will be a shameless weakling, not like Uncle Yang, who has waited for more than 20 years in order to become a strong man - I hope that the lovers in the world will eventually become dependents. ”

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