Cheng Weiting looked at the grand furnishings in the office and said exaggeratedly: "You can do it. I just said that you are Tang Monk who has to go through eighty-one hardships to learn Buddhist scriptures. Why, you have already seen the light of day after just a few hardships?"
Sang Xiaoyu quickly poured her a glass of water and said, "Why don't you expect me to order well? It's just a few difficulties, and those days are not easy."
Cheng Weiting looked Sang Xiaoyu up and down and said, "What a beauty. She came back slowly."
Sang Xiaoyu pushed the door tightly. She felt that she was really too busy now. She never had time to sit in the office drinking tea and chatting.
Cheng Weiting said that she was passing by here and wanted to come and take a look.
Sang Xiaoyu greeted her father-in-law and mother-in-law, and then said: "You left when we talked about the key point that day. It made me think about it for several days, and you continued talking. It just so happens that I am fine now."
Cheng Weiting seemed to be in a good mood and said, "You can let me talk. First, tell me how you changed the situation."
Sang Xiaoyu said: "How did you know where I am?"
Cheng Weiting said: "That's not easy. When my mother went to see your son, he said that you are beautiful now."
Sang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Mom really can't live without this eldest grandson. She always goes to see him at noon and prepares delicious food for him. Don't spoil him."
"Ziqiao is such a good boy. After going through such a big thing, he seems to be more sensible than other children of the same age. I like him very much. This is the only grandson of our Cheng family."
"Stop talking nonsense and keep talking."
Cheng Weiting just didn't want to talk about it and asked instead: "You said my brother is too weird. He has been gone for three years. What is going on?
Even if he is down and out, why hasn't he come back in the past three years? Don't forget that something really happened, it's not the past. With communications so advanced, why doesn't he know how to send a letter home? "
Sang Xiaoyu frowned and said, "I don't dare to think about it. Even if he doesn't make any money, even if he suffers, does he at least have to send a letter to his mother?
How did my mother come here in the past three years? We all have our own lives, what about her? I don’t dare to think about it. I am always afraid that something will happen, but no news may be good news. If something happens, it’s not too early.
Did you just notify us?"
Cheng Weiting nodded and said, "Yes,"
Sang Xiaoyu asked: "Didn't you two go to the south? Where did the remittance come from?"
"Don't mention it. I checked for several days and found nothing. It must have been sent by my brother, but there are no clues. I still don't want to see us."
"Forget it, maybe you can have your own life. If you don't want to go back, just live a good life. It's just a pain for your mother..."
Cheng Weiting also sighed and said: "Oh, just let it be your fate. Why did we end up in such a situation?"
"I heard that eldest sister went on a blind date?" Sang Xiaoyu asked, changing the topic.
"That's what Ziqiao said, right? He's about to become a bridge, but that's not the case. The man is ten years older than my sister. His wife is dead. Now we are in a relationship. It's not certain whether we can succeed. My sister has a weird temper now and gets angry at every turn.
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"Find someone. He will be a companion when you get older."
"Why don't you look for it?"
"Even if I want to find him, don't I need your brother to come back?"
"Just file the divorce papers and forget it."
"I'm not looking for it, so what can I do without it?"
"What would you do if my brother really married someone else?"
"Justice, bigamy is illegal."
"Forget it, you know that's not what I meant."
"So what if we get married? It doesn't matter to me anymore. I hope he gets well."
Sang Xiaoyu made a cup of tea, then pushed her down on the sofa and said: "Don't talk about other people's affairs, I just want to hear what's going on between you. How are you doing recently? The most exciting part was mentioned last time. Let me
I’ve been thinking about it for several days.”
Cheng Weiting said coaxingly: "Why are you like this? Do you like to inquire about other people's privacy so much? Besides, this is what hurts me the most. You seem to be watching a show."
Sang Xiaoyu said very bluntly: "Everything is a play, and we are all actors, playing roles we don't like. I have really thought about your matter seriously. If it happened to me, I dare not say anything."
Can you...
Whether you can live for yourself freely and freely, it is best to turn a blind eye and forget it. The illusion of happiness is also a part of happiness after all. Most families are for others to see, so how can we
Can there be an exception?"
"You even said that?" Cheng Weiting looked at her in disbelief.
"How much better am I than others? It's all the same."
"Who doesn't care about a happy life with real money and vanity? Especially since I have children."
Sang Xiaoyu completely understood her concerns. Seeing her talking about these unconfirmed things so easily now, there was always a sense of distance between them.
Sang Xiaoyu has changed a long time ago.
It is precisely because of these changes that she has to face the suffering of her relatives cautiously. She knows that everyone's ability to bear is limited, and some such things can ruin a person's entire future.
In the past, I laughed and scolded out of my heart, but now when I encounter a problem, I always put myself in the problem's shoes. I am much more mature than before, and a little scary mature.
Sang Xiaoyu's suffering was not over yet, and she never dared to take it lightly. Although time passed slowly like water, they did not dilute the most painful knot in Sang Xiaoyu's heart.
It was this pain that made her persevere again and again. She had to pay off all her debts before she could truly breathe a sigh of relief. Facing Cheng Weiting's suffering, she felt that she had to comfort her soul as a person who had experienced it, and strive for the best.
direction guidance.
Cheng Weiting knew that Sang Xiaoyu had been comforting her and caring for her with all her heart. There was a tacit understanding between them, which could not be replaced by the words "relatives". They were two close friends who cherished each other.
So, she pretended to be relaxed and said: "Do you really want to hear it? Okay, where did you talk about last time?"
Sang Xiaoyu imitated her and said in a tone of voice: "Last time I mentioned that you dressed yourself up like a fairy..."
Cheng Weiting laughed endlessly, and Sang Xiaoyu said: "How beautiful is she? Why do you always think you are a fairy? Let me tell you, there are ugly fairies."
Cheng Weiting stopped laughing and said, "I'm not ugly. How about a less handsome man falling in love with me?"
Sang Xiaoyu quickly agreed and said: "That's that."
When she thought about the story she was about to tell, she was an unsatisfactory heroine. Cheng Weiting's face naturally darkened. She said she understood everything, but some things happened to her, and she didn't know how to torture herself.
To relieve the inner conflicts and pain, I want to know the truth even more.
Sang Xiaoyu thought, sometimes, the truth is not terrible, but it just makes people lose the courage to live, and they can't understand it, no matter how deeply they think about it, they can resolve themselves.
Everyone knows it, but no one can help but reveal the truth. The feeling of being kept in the dark is suffocating.