When I was young, I used to disdain all the 'truths' and all the 'old people's words', and felt that the whole generation should have their own lives.

But today I especially want to tell Bjea a truth, that is, everyone has to experience the pain of love, which is not about status, identity, wealth and other added value, but only about whether you care or not.

As long as you care, then she can control your emotions, once your emotions are swayed, you will feel unfair, and when this unfairness appears, you will feel that you are the victim in love. In fact, it has nothing to do with how much you invest or how much you lead, it's just that you care, that's all.

If you don't care, you'll be like the piglets in the park, sending the message over is just a simple message, and it doesn't matter when she returns or when she sees it.

But I'll never tell him this, not because I want to see him suffer, but because he has to go through this skin-like torture to be truly liberated.

So I asked the female teacher to see Bjea again, it's not that I'm giving her a chance, it's a lore.

Mengneng People's Hospital, when Buzhea opened his eyes, his face was not tired, he showed a real appearance, he was idle when no one was around, he was sluggish looking in one direction, and he was constantly flooding his brain with the only memories, and he was disgusted with his own investment, even if there were not many memories.

When, when, when.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and she pushed open the door and walked in slowly, greeting the ray of sunlight that Burea had been in but had never cared about.

"You, you're awake."

When he saw this woman again, his face changed twice, the first time was that he thought that someone had walked into the ward, and he unconsciously appeared a false smile, he didn't want anyone to see his unbearableness, so he brought himself a happy disguise;

The second time, the whole person was stunned as if someone had pressed the pause, and after seeing who it was, his gaze began to stagnate, then he was delighted, and finally turned into an extremely restrained glare.

Twice, Bjea walked through the whole love as if she had walked through it herself.

In fact, this is a man's view of love, we know everything, but when we are happy, we are willing to be deceived, even if you say that you are the most beautiful woman in the world, we can smash the magic mirror and say to you: "Yes." ”

But once we find that we don't want to, I'm sorry, all your performances are too clumsy in our eyes, and sometimes we can detect loopholes without even analyzing them.

"yes, wake up."

Bjea probably didn't expect to be able to show such an unfamiliar attitude.

She walked slowly to the hospital bed, looked at Breva who was very weak in and out of the operating bed, and asked, "Why is it so badly injured?" ”

Then, in words piled up like a dictionary, he said in anticipation of the emotional power of the whole description: "Brzea, I didn't know that things would turn out like this, I just wanted to save the children, who were too young to go through the trauma of war......"

"You've seen how they behave after the war, so you should know what I'm talking about."

"They are fragile who can only endure in war, they are unwilling to bear when harm comes, and their hope is only us, you let me ...... How can I ignore and dismiss it? ”

Bjea had a strange feeling that he couldn't describe, but when he told me about it, I understood.

Writer Liu Zhenyun said: "The more ornate the rhetoric of the article, the less room for imagination, because you have written everything that should be written, what else can you imagine?" ”

"On the contrary, the simpler the text, the more stamina there is, so leaving blank space in writing is always the most powerful damage."

Her words are very suitable for the high-quality crowd, but they can no longer give Bjea any more momentum, because your performance is left on the mountain, and the performance is so gorgeous that you can't even imagine it.

Now?

It's all.

This is not what Brzea said, it was said after Brzea told me the scene.

"You're right."

This is what Bjea said, he looked at the other party's face that was desperate for an answer, and the answer he gave was all blank.

"You understand me, don't you?"

She repeated with a little glee, "I knew you would understand me." ”

She actually took the initiative to grab Brev's hand, her voice gradually snorted, and she said in a feminine unique clip voice: "I'm sorry......"

"I shouldn't have run away."

No one has taught her to act, but emotionally, women are always more talented than men.

She lowered her head and fiddled with Brzea's calloused hands, so that her eyes were so wet that you couldn't tell if it was a grievance that I was forced to apologize for, or if I really wanted to apologize, or, both.

"You'll forgive me, won't you?"

After she finished her emotional catharsis, she finally looked up and asked this sentence.

Look at Bjea again......

Slowly raised his hand, pinched her chin and brought it to the lips and kissed it, this kiss, as if it was a light taste.

Then, he let go of his hand and looked at the sunlight outside the window without any nostalgia.

He finally discovered its existence, and finally felt where the real warmth came from.

I think that at that time, if his physical condition allowed, he might have done more, but this was by no means a love that the other party could not bear to blaspheme as a princess, but a release that completely treated the other party as a princess.

I believe that these two kinds of princesses are understood by a man, the first is that a man is willing to sacrifice and will use his life to build a palace for him; The second is to pretend to be extremely forced in the eyes of men, why don't you go out, isn't it still not enough money to let you touch it?

When Bjea said these words to me, it was in the afternoon of the next day, when he had moved to my hospital room and was lying next to me.

I took a special look at him, this kid's face did not have the pain left by emotional wounds, and there was a sense of powerlessness that a man only had after liberation, just like me who had just woken up in the hospital, as if I had just experienced a battle between heaven and man.

"Brother."

Without looking at me, Bjea asked, "Do you think I'll ever fall in love with anyone else?" ”

I laughed, "Of course." ”

"How do you know? I haven't seen anyone you've fallen in love with, but I know who you're in love with. ”

"Roll the calves!"

I laughed and scolded: "You are injured, but not dead, how can you not fall in love with others?" ”

"It's just that in the future, your love will not be surging, and your heart will not be surging."

"What's that called?" He finally turned to look at me.

"It's called restraint, it's called contrast, it's called secrecy, it may be good to call her, but it has nothing to do with me."

Bjea reacted: "Brother, what do you say about yourself?" ”

I turned my head, looked at him meaningfully, and said to myself, "You play stupid with me again." ”

Bjea instantly lowered his head: "I really don't understand. ”

Yes, for any man in this world who has been hurt, they don't want to understand this kind of thing, who doesn't want to guess directly from the two little ones to the two sideburns? (End of chapter)