"Do you love her?"

After finally sending away Xiaoli and her friends who woke up, I continued to repeat my question to the boy who was left behind. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Well, maybe you'll need a change of scenery." With that, I walked out of the office.

I have to admit that sometimes I am really a boring person, so I will make trouble for myself.

"What? Still don't want to say it? I looked at the boy who was still silent when I came to the editorial office on the other side, and asked patiently.

Yes, it's a cliché story, but that doesn't mean I don't have the patience to listen to it.

"Well, maybe you don't know who I am, I am..."

"I know." The opening of the boy Muna.

The boy's sudden opening surprised me, but it wasn't in a way that I liked.

"I know your identity, and when I first saw you, I was surprised, because the death qi on your body was exactly the same as mine, and even heavier than me, so at that time I knew that you were not mortal, and later a senior told me your identity, so I decided to stay and talk to you when Lili and the others left." The boy looked at me, his eyes sharpened as they had just been.

Listening to the boy's words, I was stunned for a moment, then raised my hand and looked left and right a few times.

"I know, you must want to listen to my story and then send me away, but I don't want to leave, I want to stay, I want to accompany Lili, until she finds someone who loves her and tolerates her, I can leave with confidence."

"You ask me if I love her, of course I love her, I love her more than anyone else, so I don't want her to be alone, I want to stay with her until she finds a boyfriend who loves her as much as I do, and I am willing to leave."

"I don't think there will be a second person in the world who knows her better than me, we have known each other since we were children, and until now, I remember every hobby, every habit, her favorite dishes, the songs she loves to listen to, and the novels she loves to read. I knew that she also liked me, and I liked it since I was a child, so I created the illusion of a chance encounter with her, and then took the opportunity to ask her out and have sex with her. We said that we would get married, and we would have two children, a boy and a girl, the girl would be the older sister and the boy would be the younger brother. We're going to travel around the world, we're going to buy a big house, we're going to to..."The more the boy spoke, the more excited he became, the more emotional he became, his voice with a crying tone, getting smaller and smaller, and finally he could only squat on the ground and keep wiping his tears.

"Do you love her?" I tried to find a better entry point to continue the conversation, but alas, I couldn't. Because it's a cliché story.

Just as I didn't dare to admit that I was a dead man, I also questioned the love in the boy's mouth. "Are those you talking about really love? Or do you really have love for her? If you love her, you should give her a better life, and now? Because of you, instead of living a better life, her current life has been messed up by you, do you think this is your love? Is your love to let your loved ones be abandoned by this society for your sake?! ”

"So what do you think love should look like? Well? What kind of love counts as love? Give her freedom? What if she gets hurt by someone else? What if she gets scammed by someone else? She is so simple, so kind, I don't want to, and I can't bear to let her be hurt. The boy retorted in a low voice, the persistence in his eyes still clear through the refraction of tears on the floor.

And one day, people will face such a question: love, will it give you 'protection' or give you 'freedom'?