"Are you... troubled?" The old man asked in a hoarse voice with a strong nasal voice, sitting on a chair.
Worrying things.
"You asked for it." Gu Xiaoai smiled bitterly and sat down next to the old man.
"Asking for it?" The old man looked at her puzzledly and moved his hand on the crutch.
"Yeah." Gu Xiaoai picked up a wad of paper from the ground, opened it and saw that the ink was all stuck together, and she could vaguely make out the word "quiet" that she had written messily before.
"Your skills are not yet advanced." The old man took the paper from her hand and put it on the table, admonishing her tactfully, "You should practice calligraphy well."
…
She was not practicing calligraphy at all, she was just forcing herself to calm down.
"Old sir, you are too flattering. My psychiatrist often says that I am hopeless."
Every time she learns to write calligraphy, she only writes when she is in a bad mood. The words she writes are good-looking but not good enough.
"Psychiatrist?" The old man looked at her in astonishment, "Do you see a psychiatrist?"
…
"Yes, I only see a psychiatrist because I have some worries that I can't put my mind to. There's no need to worry, old man. I'm not a psychopath." Gu Xiaoai explained stiffly, looking at his surprised look.
"Oh……"
Hearing this, the old man laughed, with deep furrows on his face.
Gu Xiaoai was a little helpless. Is it so funny? Did she say something funny?
Gu Xiaoai sat in the garden with the old man for a long time. There were many kinds of flowers in the garden, which were full of vitality. Several gardeners were standing in front of a tree to prune and cut off some unnecessary branches.
"Old sir, isn't there the best of both worlds in the world?" Gu Xiaoai asked, looking at the pruned branches.
The old man followed her gaze and Gu Xiaoai continued talking to herself, "Why should you choose one thing and have to give up another? In order for the flowers to bloom better in the future, you must cut off the branches, not all of them.
Stay?"
Flowers and branches are part of the tree, why must they be discarded?
If you leave them all behind, there won't be any sadness.
"There is something in your words." The old man could easily hear her thoughts, "What could be so annoying?"
"I……"
As soon as Gu Xiaoai opened her mouth, the image of Li Juefeng sitting in front of the bed and hurriedly dressing appeared again in front of her eyes. Her heart ached violently. Gu Xiaoai shook her head, "Forget it, let's not talk about it."
She couldn't tell it, and she didn't know how to say it.
If she could choose them all, things wouldn't be like this.
"Why……"
The old man sitting next to her suddenly sighed, stretched out his hand and knocked on his back.
"I'll help you beat it."
Seeing this, Gu Xiaoai stood up and walked behind the old man, holding an empty fist and gently beating his back.
A hint of unknown meaning flashed across the old man's eyes.
Gu Xiaoai beat the old man's back time and time again, her eyes falling unfocused on the garden, thinking about what just happened, and didn't want to think about it, but there was nothing else in her mind.
She should tell Li Juexi that he had misjudged her and that she had no ability to change Li Juefeng.
He said that Luo Yaer could not change Li Juefeng, maybe... Li Juefeng was already being changed by Luo Yaer.
Royal's gentleness and patience are both sharp weapons that can break the iceberg. He is much more capable than her, and even she is impressed.
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The old man knocked on his shoulder again. Gu Xiaoai's eyes fell on his old hand, and she squeezed his shoulder without thinking much or asking any questions.