But she could deceive others, but she could never deceive herself.
I looked at her bitter and tasteless smile and asked her unconsciously, "Lin Yuejin, are you happy?"
Lin Yuejin was startled, then smiled at me, "I'm happy, why do you say that?"
Looking into her eyes, I suddenly felt that she was not as innocent as she seemed on the surface. There was a very big city hidden in her eyes, and the name of that city was the world. "You and Leng Peichen are really married.
of happiness?"
This time, Lin Yuejin was stunned. She looked straight at me, then lowered her head, "Marrying him is my biggest dream in this life. As long as I can be his bride, even if I die now, I will have no regrets."
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"So don't you hate him for everything he did to you?"
"Hate. But what is the opposite of hate?" She walked forward without looking back at me. I thought she didn't need my answer. She continued, "The opposite of hate is extreme love, paranoid love! When
When a person loves another person obsessively, then her emotion is hatred. You will hate him for why he doesn’t love you and why he tortures you like this. But the more you hate, the more it proves that you love him. So, I hate, I can’t wait to
I destroyed him completely, but I have to admit that I love him to the point of paranoia."
Lin Yuejin still didn't look back. I didn't know if she was crying, but I could feel her sadness.
Perhaps, she has experienced and experienced much more than me. Judging from the tender pink scars on her body, I think her story must be more exciting and tragic than mine. However, I touch myself
With the rattan love ring on my hand, I think all tragedies should end here.
I smiled, ran two steps quickly, and walked side by side with Lin Yuejin. I suddenly asked, "Since the opposite of hate is extreme love, what is the opposite of love? Is it hate?"
Lin Yuejin shook her head, "The opposite of love is tragic despair."
I smiled, "Then have you ever been desperate?"
Lin Yuejin didn't speak. She just looked at me and smiled. Her smile was warm, not cold like mine.
I didn't want to open her wound to peek, that would be a cruel thing. I felt the same pain as trampling on her.
Lin Yuejin looked at me and said abruptly, "Have you ever heard the story of monkeys?"
I shook my head. "Is it a kind of King Kong?"
Lin Yuejin smiled lightly, and then talked to herself, "There was a monkey whose belly was scratched by a branch and it bled a lot. When it saw a monkey, it opened the wound and said, "Look, my wound hurts."
Every monkey who saw its wound comforted it and told it different treatment methods. It continued to show the wound to its friends and listened to their opinions. Later, it became infected and died. An old monkey said that it killed itself.
Yes. I don’t want to be the monkey that gets killed by myself!”
After saying that, she quickly passed me and walked forward.
I stared at her back blankly and admired her intelligence and wisdom.
Yes. It hurts. Just review it once. It is better to heal silently. Instead of getting comfort and advice from others, it is better to let it heal slowly and scab by itself. Even if it leaves an ugly wound, it will not lead to death.
What do you say?!
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I hope I suddenly wake up one day and find that I fell asleep in a class in my senior year of high school. Everything I am experiencing now is a dream, and the table is covered with your saliva. You tell your classmates that you have had a long dream.
. Your deskmate calls you an idiot and tells you to listen carefully to the lecture. You look at the stadium outside the window, everything is so familiar, and everything is full of hope.