"Do you say you love someone like that?"

"No, it won't."

Feng Yin's stiff and cold answer made Zhang Zixuan stupid.

She didn't expect that Feng Yin answered so firmly and quickly, completely extinguishing the little flame of expectation in her heart.

"What are you looking at me like that? I'm not going to console people, it's not new news, and besides, I'm just judging based on your description. ”

Some mature Zhang Zixuan suddenly made a crying sound from her nasal cavity, pulling a long chirp, from silent crying to wow crying.

Just because of the words of the wind.

"Ah———-h———-———h

Zhang Zixuan cried, and Feng Yin handed over the tissues indifferently, one after another, like an emotionless machine.

[Not?] Can't you comfort her? 】

[The child is very pitiful, I am also the eldest in the family, I understand this feeling very well. 】

[Feng Yin, is your heart made of stone, how can you be indifferent. 】

The comment area is full of wind groaning, urging her to comfort her, and scolding her for being unkind.

Li Sanyi coughed lightly, Feng Yin turned his head and handed over a piece of paper.

"You're going to cry too?"

Li Sanyi quickly shook his head.

Feng Yin turned around, and the paper in his hand was stuffed to Zhang Zixuan, and Zhang Zixuan began to sweat at this time, and the effect of the medicine began.

Feng Yin shook off the quilt at the foot of the bed, covered Zhang Zixuan, and asked calmly, "Are you done crying?" ”

Zhang Zixuan nodded helplessly and continued to sob.

"I've already said that, based on what you said, I made the inference that they don't love you, but this story is from your point of view, isn't it?"

Zhang Zixuan blinked, she didn't understand.

"Parents and children, there is a deep generation gap between you at the age of dozens of years, do you want to listen to your parents' words, and then decide whether they love you or not?"

"But—but—they don't want to come, even if I'm sick."

Feng Yin pulled the quilt up and covered Zhang Zixuan.

"I don't know why, and I don't want to guess and comfort you, so wait a minute, and then ask yourself."

"You really don't want to tell a lie at all."

Feng Yin leaned back, and the comfortable god stretched out his arms and said something very heart-piercing and factual.

"Let's meet in Pingshui, it's good that I can sit here and listen to you tell stories, don't expect too much."

"Where there is expectation, there is disappointment, and expectation is a very subtle form of violence because it requires others to obey our will."

"There are a lot of things you don't say, and no one else can know."

Zhang Zixuan was thoughtful, and the live broadcast room was even more attacked by Feng Yin's slightly philosophical words.

[I finally know why I can't fall in love anymore, I always expect him to do something, I will sulk if he can't do it, he will not understand, and in the end we often end up breaking up. 】

[Expectation is a very subtle form of violence, and that's a good saying.] 】

[Yes, don't always expect others to read you, it's too tiring to live like that. 】

With a "bump", the head teacher returned.

The atmosphere in the room was a bit strange, and the head teacher had a sense of dilemma.

"What's going on?"

The head teacher came over with a drink, handed the water to Zhang Zixuan, and saw her red eyes.

"Why are you still crying, this kid... Why are you crying, your parents are already on their way here, don't think about it, they are also working, it's hard to leave. (End of chapter)