Chapter 103 Suffering Closes the Distance Between Each Other
Chapter 103 Suffering brings us closer
"It's all the same. This is how I got here. No matter how others scold Cheng Weize, in my heart he is my favorite husband. When he just left, I missed him the most. I never believed that he would really
abandoned me.
He was ridiculed for what he did, but his original love was real. No matter what happened, I will never forget the six years of our love.
He is back now, and that face reminds me of so much of the past. Who can understand my pain? I scold him and want to take revenge on him? But love is real.
At least I haven't found that feeling in others. I always had a different feeling for him, of course, not now, but in the good times in the past."
Li Junhao listened quietly, and they opened their hearts to talk for the first time, which brought the relationship between the two closer.
"No one can forget someone because they hate him or love him. This is also the best memory for us to warm and inspire ourselves."
Li Junhao's face slowly turned red and his mood stabilized. Seeing Sang Xiaoyu frowning, he put out the cigarette, threw the remaining half in the box and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"It's impossible to be with him. I don't have any feelings for Jiang Chunhui either. I'm fine on my own."
Li Junhao said sincerely: "I apologize for what I just said sounded like you. Do you mind if you don't mind?"
"This will never happen again!"
"There won't be a next time, I promise!"
Because he was afraid, he was a little excited. His nose also opened and closed, and he breathed out thickly.
The wind blew in from outside the window, and it was originally a crisp autumn day, but it brought a chill.
Sang Xiaoyu pretended to leave. At this moment, it was impossible for her to really care about what he said. Although she was a little unhappy, it was still understandable.
Li Junhao pulled her and said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."
Seeing that he had relaxed, Sang Xiaoyu said: "When a disaster strikes, everyone is at a loss. Everyone feels that they are the most miserable in the world. I don't want to talk too much about it, but I hope you can give some advice to those around you."
Give people hope.
You torture yourself like this. As your good friends and as your parents, what will they do? Will they follow you to hell? Aren't you a filial son? Look at what Aunt Li has become now? Do you want to
Let them take the first step?"
After hearing this, Li Junhao became unhappy again. He lay down and covered his head and said, "They can do whatever they want. How could I be unfilial? I can't control much now..."
Li Junhao's yin and yang broke out again.
Li Junhao's temper is like the face of a three-year-old child, it changes at will.
Sang Xiaoyu decided to give him a try.
Now he couldn't listen to anyone, so he had no choice but to come out and talk to Aunt Li.
Li Junhao's mother was standing at the door listening to their conversation. Seeing Sang Xiaoyu come out, she asked with concern: "How is it?"
Sang Xiaoyu said: "Auntie, don't be too anxious. He is in too much pain now. We must let him make a transition. I will come tomorrow and comfort him every day. He will eventually listen."
When the mother heard her son roaring loudly just now, and seeing that Sang Xiaoyu was still calm, she said: "Maybe he can listen to a word or two of your words. He was very good to you... He was choking on what I said, and now
If I didn't force him to eat, I guess..."
After saying that, I cried very sadly.
Seeing her mother in tears, Sang Xiaoyu felt extremely sad. Thinking of her mother's scene at that time, she couldn't help but have red eyes. She took Aunt Li's hand and said, "Don't worry, it will pass. My mother turned out to be
Just like you, you are always afraid that I will commit suicide... It's okay, it's really okay."
Aunt Li had been crying, but seeing Sang Xiaoyu like this, she started crying again.
Sang Xiaoyu didn't ask the reason for the incident, fearing that Li Junhao in the back room would be irritated again. No matter how the incident happened, it had really happened now, so there was no need to ask about the reason.
Sang Xiaoyu looked at Li Junhao's mother, feeling empty in her heart. She suddenly remembered the scene after the incident that day. It was the same, as if she was on a rough sea. Except for the rough waves, there was no plank that could carry her helpless soul.
The room was very dull and depressing. Sang Xiaoyu compared her feelings with her own and felt that none of them needed comfort at this time because they couldn't listen to anything. She could relate to what she had experienced.
People who have been deeply hurt can only heal themselves, and her role can only shorten this period of time as much as possible.
When Sang Xiaoyu left Li Junhao's house, it was getting late. Jiang Chunhui called her. She said she was bored at home after taking a walk outside.
Jiang Chunhui thoughtfully asked her if she needed to accompany her.
Sang Xiaoyu said no, you can do your own business.
Sang Xiaoyu took the bus home.
After getting off the car, she walked slowly home alone.
When passing by the telephone pole, she remembered the scene of her kidnapping. If she had not been seriously ill at that time, would her life or death be uncertain?
Then she saw the railway track again. She walked on this road more than once, hoping that the roaring train would take away all her worries.
As time passed, Sang Xiaoyu once again realized the importance of money. If it were not for money, she would not be in the situation she is in today. If it were not for money, she would not be so seriously ill.
Now that she is well, she has been thinking about what to do next these days. She can apply for a small home decoration company, or she can have a relationship with Dean Bai and return to her original position.
But now, her mind has changed and she wants to start a business.
She wants to make herself stronger. After four years of struggle, Sang Xiaoyu feels that she is no worse than others, but she has not thought clearly about what to do.
She no longer wants to be a grass, she wants to be a big tree.
She wants to be a towering tree to protect her loved family and friends.
Thinking of this, Sang Xiaoyu changed her previous depression, stretched her arms and kicked her legs, feeling that she had unlimited strength.
Since the beginning of autumn, the weather has become unpredictable. The sun is still shining brightly at noon, but there is a refreshing coolness at night.
When she was almost home, she still thought of Li Junhao.
Their experiences were so similar, their suffering brought them closer and gave them a different understanding of each other.
She also knew that it was impossible for her to heal him with just a few words, and she could only heal her own injuries.
She believes that Li Junhao, like her, will emerge from the gloom and usher in the dawn of tomorrow.
The fog slowly fell, and the fine mist quietly gathered, dampening her hair and messing up her mood. The wind blew over for no apparent reason, and the cold air penetrated into her thin clothes, making her shiver constantly.
Shivering.
The cell phone rang. It was the home phone.
Sang Xiaoyu trotted towards home, which was the warmest place in her heart.