Chapter 588
Tolerance is Hell
Chapter 588 Tolerance is Hell
He showed a helpless face: "It was my fault for lying to you last time, and it was also my fault for losing my temper. If this is one of the reasons why you are determined to break up, then I hope you can forgive me."
"It has nothing to do with that." I said, "It's purely because I did something wrong to you, and your mother knew about it."
"You are also a victim, I will not blame you." He said: "My mother has me to say it."
I shook my head.
He was silent for a while, and said: "Lingyu, it's been so long, I think you understand my intentions, and I can see that you have always been indifferent to me. Maybe you don't have much feeling for me, just think I'm a nice girl marriage partner."
I shook my head and said, "You are wrong, I like you very much."
"Then you have no reason to break up with me," he said, "Do you think I am a person who lacks basic tolerance? Or you still can't let him go in your heart, and you just want to use this matter to tell me to break up."
I continued to shake my head and said, "None."
"Why is that?" His expression was even more perplexed.
I said: "I have already said the reason last time, I don't want a thorn between you and me."
He was full of incomprehension: "This is not a thorn, you are a victim."
"If it doesn't count," I looked into his eyes and asked, "Why did you lose your temper last time? Why did you ask me just now if I still can't let him go? I have said it many times, and I even annoyed myself. I even sent him to a mental hospital with my own hands, and I know better than anyone else what will happen to him after he goes in, but even so, you all keep asking me, do you still love him?"
He opened his mouth: "Okay, then I was wrong about this matter, and I won't think so again."
"You can't control this." I said, "Don't keep apologizing, it's not your fault."
He pursed his lips and looked at me helplessly.
Trying to serve the food, the plate is full of delicacies, it looks very delicious, but I don’t have the slightest desire to eat it: “Fan Yin has done a lot of sorry things to me, but I always don’t want to leave him. , I thought I could tolerate it without complaining, I thought that as long as I was around him, it was enough. But in fact, I never had a day of peace, I thought it was a credit book, I sat there and counted what I did to him I waited for him to thank me for my patience and dedication. But he got worse and kept breaking through my bottom line, and I couldn't do anything, the only way was tolerance. Later, he finally started to appreciate me, but I felt that it was not enough. Nothing was enough, until I saw him in the mental hospital, I realized that I never forgave him. In fact, forgiveness is hell, because even anger cannot be expressed."
Apparently he could see that I had a lot to say and was about to pour it out, so he didn't interrupt.
"It's not that I don't like you. On the contrary, I like you very much. I can be said to be like a dead person in this life, without any vitality, but since you came to me, I began to feel that my life is gradually recovering. I especially hope that I I can live the rest of my life less depressed, don’t need to forgive anyone, don’t need to be forgiven, and can express my emotions freely.” I said, “I can see whether you really don’t mind or are you just doing it to save the relationship. I don't need the latter. Because I know that no one can bear it."
He finally opened his mouth and said seriously: "But you are not Fanyin."
"What I do is no different from him." I said, "Besides, half of my life is quite long, and I don't want to face you cautiously."
He suddenly smiled, "So what you mean is that it doesn't matter what I think, as long as you think I will settle accounts later in the future, you are determined to break up with me?"
I said, "I know you will say you won't now, but there's no guarantee you will in the future."
His smile was not happy at all, but he was about to cry, "You are really a person who is good at pushing yourself into corners."
I didn't speak.
He's right, I've always been someone who's good at going to extremes.
"Since your thinking is like this, I actually want to say that when two people are together, mutual tolerance exists every day." He said: "For me, what happened that day was like you were raped by someone. It's not your fault that I didn't protect you well. In fact, if you didn't break up with me, I didn't think of that aspect either. "
I said, "No, I mean..."
"Let's not talk about this topic now." He interrupted me and said, "You've been too nervous recently, and you'll think about this matter when you're emotionally stable. It's your birthday today, can you relax?"
I was indeed a little excited, so I calmed down my emotions and said, "I just came here to talk about this. Since you don't want to talk about this topic anymore, I'll go back first."
"Please," he said softly, "I baked this cake myself. I'm a person who can't even fry peanuts."
I picked up my purse and said, "Sorry."
He took my hand again, raised his head, looked at me calmly with a smile on his face: "Your father said that no one has ever celebrated your birthday for you before."
I shook my head: "It's not that exaggerated."
"Then there's no need to run." He squeezed my hand tightly and said, "It's so late anyway, the child must have gone to bed, and you are only drinking at home. My time is not very precious, but it is not People who have nothing to do, deliberately take time out to satisfy the desire to help others celebrate their birthdays, why do you deliberately make everyone unhappy?"
I said, "Don't think of me so pitifully."
"It's so pitiful that it's obviously me." He spread his hands: "I'm a disabled person, and I bake cakes and order restaurants. I finally got someone out, and after a few words, I'm left here."
I let go of my bag.
He smiled slightly, let go of my hand, and said, "That's true, but I'm going to starve to death."
"Sorry," I said.
He smiled and picked up the knife and fork.
Then we each ate cold food from our plates, and there was no conversation for a while.Until I asked: "Do you always talk about this kind of thing with my dad?"
"No, it was not long ago." He smiled and said, "I want to occupy your dinner time today. Of course, I have to ask him in advance to avoid repeated arrangements."
"Oh."
"how?"
"He never celebrates my birthday," I said.
He looked at me, hesitated to speak.
I said, "I don't care about that either, you don't have to look like that."
He smiled, "What kind of expression do I have?"
"Looks like I'm pathetic."
"That's not what I mean," he said with a smile, "I just have something to say, and I'm afraid you won't save face."
I asked suspiciously, "What?"
"I am willing to celebrate your birthday every year." After he finished speaking, I was about to speak, but he immediately interrupted: "I know what you are going to say. If you want to say that you really want to break up with me, and it's just a birthday, you Don’t care. But for me, it’s an honor to be the only one who can celebrate the birthday of the girl I like.”
I didn't speak.
He looked at me cautiously and asked, "Are you angry?"
"No." I said, "Thank you for thinking so."
He laughed and asked, "Did you have something on your mind today?"
"no, what happened?"
"It's always been an expression of about to cry." He said softly, "At first I thought it was because he wanted to talk about breaking up with me."
I shook my head: "You think too much."
He drooped his eyebrows: "I didn't know you spoke so harshly before."
"I mean I have nothing on my mind." I said, "I'm not saying I'm not sad about breaking up with you. Don't get me wrong."
He reached out to hold my hand again and said, "Don't be so nervous."
I wanted to pull my hand away, but I heard him say again: "You just said that you feel like you live like a dead person, but in fact, why don't I? Since I lost this leg, I have nothing, and I have no purpose in living. You said that your life was revived because of me, but in fact, long before you had this general feeling, I was already revived by you."
I said, "I don't understand what you mean."
"Because I like you," he said, looking at me tenderly, "I feel alive again."
I said, "Frankly speaking, I always thought you and I were just married, and you didn't like me that much."
He laughed again: "I think you have a little inferiority complex."
I asked, "Since when did you like me?"
"I don't know either. Your dad always talks about you, so I knew you well before I met you."
I didn't speak.
"Your father said that he has a daughter who doesn't look like him, but looks like her mother, so she is very beautiful. Although her grades are not good and she is more careless, she has a lively and lovely personality, has no intentions, is very honest, and never hurts anyone," He said: "He said he thinks we are a good match, because you and I are not busy with work, so we can be a couple who play around all day."
I smiled and made no comment.
He looked at me with a very gentle expression: "After getting in touch with you, your father always said that you are really a very lively and cute child, and it is because you have been bullied by their family for too long that you become So silent."
I said, "After all, I don't hear any charm in myself."
He just laughed, but didn't speak.
I didn't bother to figure it out, and I didn't open my mouth again.
The waiter came again to serve the food.
I just picked up the knife and fork when I suddenly heard a girl's voice: "Sister Su?"
I froze and turned my head following the sound.
Not far from me stood a young girl, her skin was as white as snow, she had long hair like a waterfall, her eyes were curved like crescent moons, and her eyelashes were thick and slender.She was wearing a white linen and black suspender skirt with a backpack on her back, like a female school student from the Republic of China who came out of a movie.
When I turned my head, she came over with a smile all over her face: "It really is Sister Su, what a coincidence!"
It's Chuxia.
Before I had time to say anything, the man accompanying her also came over, stretched out his hand and said to Meng Jiancong, "Meng Shao, long time no see."
Meng Jiancong held his hand and said politely, "Hello, Mr. Fan."
(End of this chapter)
He showed a helpless face: "It was my fault for lying to you last time, and it was also my fault for losing my temper. If this is one of the reasons why you are determined to break up, then I hope you can forgive me."
"It has nothing to do with that." I said, "It's purely because I did something wrong to you, and your mother knew about it."
"You are also a victim, I will not blame you." He said: "My mother has me to say it."
I shook my head.
He was silent for a while, and said: "Lingyu, it's been so long, I think you understand my intentions, and I can see that you have always been indifferent to me. Maybe you don't have much feeling for me, just think I'm a nice girl marriage partner."
I shook my head and said, "You are wrong, I like you very much."
"Then you have no reason to break up with me," he said, "Do you think I am a person who lacks basic tolerance? Or you still can't let him go in your heart, and you just want to use this matter to tell me to break up."
I continued to shake my head and said, "None."
"Why is that?" His expression was even more perplexed.
I said: "I have already said the reason last time, I don't want a thorn between you and me."
He was full of incomprehension: "This is not a thorn, you are a victim."
"If it doesn't count," I looked into his eyes and asked, "Why did you lose your temper last time? Why did you ask me just now if I still can't let him go? I have said it many times, and I even annoyed myself. I even sent him to a mental hospital with my own hands, and I know better than anyone else what will happen to him after he goes in, but even so, you all keep asking me, do you still love him?"
He opened his mouth: "Okay, then I was wrong about this matter, and I won't think so again."
"You can't control this." I said, "Don't keep apologizing, it's not your fault."
He pursed his lips and looked at me helplessly.
Trying to serve the food, the plate is full of delicacies, it looks very delicious, but I don’t have the slightest desire to eat it: “Fan Yin has done a lot of sorry things to me, but I always don’t want to leave him. , I thought I could tolerate it without complaining, I thought that as long as I was around him, it was enough. But in fact, I never had a day of peace, I thought it was a credit book, I sat there and counted what I did to him I waited for him to thank me for my patience and dedication. But he got worse and kept breaking through my bottom line, and I couldn't do anything, the only way was tolerance. Later, he finally started to appreciate me, but I felt that it was not enough. Nothing was enough, until I saw him in the mental hospital, I realized that I never forgave him. In fact, forgiveness is hell, because even anger cannot be expressed."
Apparently he could see that I had a lot to say and was about to pour it out, so he didn't interrupt.
"It's not that I don't like you. On the contrary, I like you very much. I can be said to be like a dead person in this life, without any vitality, but since you came to me, I began to feel that my life is gradually recovering. I especially hope that I I can live the rest of my life less depressed, don’t need to forgive anyone, don’t need to be forgiven, and can express my emotions freely.” I said, “I can see whether you really don’t mind or are you just doing it to save the relationship. I don't need the latter. Because I know that no one can bear it."
He finally opened his mouth and said seriously: "But you are not Fanyin."
"What I do is no different from him." I said, "Besides, half of my life is quite long, and I don't want to face you cautiously."
He suddenly smiled, "So what you mean is that it doesn't matter what I think, as long as you think I will settle accounts later in the future, you are determined to break up with me?"
I said, "I know you will say you won't now, but there's no guarantee you will in the future."
His smile was not happy at all, but he was about to cry, "You are really a person who is good at pushing yourself into corners."
I didn't speak.
He's right, I've always been someone who's good at going to extremes.
"Since your thinking is like this, I actually want to say that when two people are together, mutual tolerance exists every day." He said: "For me, what happened that day was like you were raped by someone. It's not your fault that I didn't protect you well. In fact, if you didn't break up with me, I didn't think of that aspect either. "
I said, "No, I mean..."
"Let's not talk about this topic now." He interrupted me and said, "You've been too nervous recently, and you'll think about this matter when you're emotionally stable. It's your birthday today, can you relax?"
I was indeed a little excited, so I calmed down my emotions and said, "I just came here to talk about this. Since you don't want to talk about this topic anymore, I'll go back first."
"Please," he said softly, "I baked this cake myself. I'm a person who can't even fry peanuts."
I picked up my purse and said, "Sorry."
He took my hand again, raised his head, looked at me calmly with a smile on his face: "Your father said that no one has ever celebrated your birthday for you before."
I shook my head: "It's not that exaggerated."
"Then there's no need to run." He squeezed my hand tightly and said, "It's so late anyway, the child must have gone to bed, and you are only drinking at home. My time is not very precious, but it is not People who have nothing to do, deliberately take time out to satisfy the desire to help others celebrate their birthdays, why do you deliberately make everyone unhappy?"
I said, "Don't think of me so pitifully."
"It's so pitiful that it's obviously me." He spread his hands: "I'm a disabled person, and I bake cakes and order restaurants. I finally got someone out, and after a few words, I'm left here."
I let go of my bag.
He smiled slightly, let go of my hand, and said, "That's true, but I'm going to starve to death."
"Sorry," I said.
He smiled and picked up the knife and fork.
Then we each ate cold food from our plates, and there was no conversation for a while.Until I asked: "Do you always talk about this kind of thing with my dad?"
"No, it was not long ago." He smiled and said, "I want to occupy your dinner time today. Of course, I have to ask him in advance to avoid repeated arrangements."
"Oh."
"how?"
"He never celebrates my birthday," I said.
He looked at me, hesitated to speak.
I said, "I don't care about that either, you don't have to look like that."
He smiled, "What kind of expression do I have?"
"Looks like I'm pathetic."
"That's not what I mean," he said with a smile, "I just have something to say, and I'm afraid you won't save face."
I asked suspiciously, "What?"
"I am willing to celebrate your birthday every year." After he finished speaking, I was about to speak, but he immediately interrupted: "I know what you are going to say. If you want to say that you really want to break up with me, and it's just a birthday, you Don’t care. But for me, it’s an honor to be the only one who can celebrate the birthday of the girl I like.”
I didn't speak.
He looked at me cautiously and asked, "Are you angry?"
"No." I said, "Thank you for thinking so."
He laughed and asked, "Did you have something on your mind today?"
"no, what happened?"
"It's always been an expression of about to cry." He said softly, "At first I thought it was because he wanted to talk about breaking up with me."
I shook my head: "You think too much."
He drooped his eyebrows: "I didn't know you spoke so harshly before."
"I mean I have nothing on my mind." I said, "I'm not saying I'm not sad about breaking up with you. Don't get me wrong."
He reached out to hold my hand again and said, "Don't be so nervous."
I wanted to pull my hand away, but I heard him say again: "You just said that you feel like you live like a dead person, but in fact, why don't I? Since I lost this leg, I have nothing, and I have no purpose in living. You said that your life was revived because of me, but in fact, long before you had this general feeling, I was already revived by you."
I said, "I don't understand what you mean."
"Because I like you," he said, looking at me tenderly, "I feel alive again."
I said, "Frankly speaking, I always thought you and I were just married, and you didn't like me that much."
He laughed again: "I think you have a little inferiority complex."
I asked, "Since when did you like me?"
"I don't know either. Your dad always talks about you, so I knew you well before I met you."
I didn't speak.
"Your father said that he has a daughter who doesn't look like him, but looks like her mother, so she is very beautiful. Although her grades are not good and she is more careless, she has a lively and lovely personality, has no intentions, is very honest, and never hurts anyone," He said: "He said he thinks we are a good match, because you and I are not busy with work, so we can be a couple who play around all day."
I smiled and made no comment.
He looked at me with a very gentle expression: "After getting in touch with you, your father always said that you are really a very lively and cute child, and it is because you have been bullied by their family for too long that you become So silent."
I said, "After all, I don't hear any charm in myself."
He just laughed, but didn't speak.
I didn't bother to figure it out, and I didn't open my mouth again.
The waiter came again to serve the food.
I just picked up the knife and fork when I suddenly heard a girl's voice: "Sister Su?"
I froze and turned my head following the sound.
Not far from me stood a young girl, her skin was as white as snow, she had long hair like a waterfall, her eyes were curved like crescent moons, and her eyelashes were thick and slender.She was wearing a white linen and black suspender skirt with a backpack on her back, like a female school student from the Republic of China who came out of a movie.
When I turned my head, she came over with a smile all over her face: "It really is Sister Su, what a coincidence!"
It's Chuxia.
Before I had time to say anything, the man accompanying her also came over, stretched out his hand and said to Meng Jiancong, "Meng Shao, long time no see."
Meng Jiancong held his hand and said politely, "Hello, Mr. Fan."
(End of this chapter)