leave this sad place

Chapter 159 Conversation
With such words, what else could he say?What else can he say?He doesn't need to ask about everything about that person, and everything about that person has nothing to do with him.So what else could he ask of that person?But why is the heart trembling?Isn't everything like this great?
There was another silence, a deathly silence.There was no words between each other for a long time, but she didn't mean to intervene in the slightest, as if she wanted to make room for Ouyang and that person to have a good talk.

She silently turned around to tidy up the stove and cleaned up.Ouyang glanced at her, then at that person again, and walked into his room silently, locking the door tightly.He doesn't want to stay here anymore, and there is no need to stay here anymore.He closed the window and drew the curtains, and the darkness flooded out instantly and drowned him.Perhaps only such darkness, such loneliness in the darkness, is truly his own.

It was the beginning of another pantomime.The man took a look, and found that he was not welcome here, but he still didn't intend to leave, so he went to turn on the TV and watched it.After a while, she was still cleaning, and Ouyang still locked the door tightly.That person was boringly changing channels one after another, and the indifferent surroundings made him feel a slight chill in his heart.

The night fell gradually, giving people a feeling of oppression.Ouyang heard the sound of the door opening and closing. "Someone has gone out, could it be him?" Ouyang couldn't help thinking, maybe he really wanted that person to leave immediately in his heart.

Such a simple question, as long as you open the door of your room and go out to have a look.But Ouyang didn't want to, lying motionless on the bed as if falling asleep, but with his eyes open.The dark eyes were no longer as bright as before, as if they were covered with a thin layer of mist.It will not be as bright and clear as before, and there will always be a hint of sadness from time to time, which can make the hearts of those who have seen it darken slightly, just like a burning candle blown by the wind at night.

"That person is gone." Her voice came from outside the door.

Ouyang listened quietly, still not wanting to make the slightest sound.But there was a subtle tiredness in my heart, maybe I was really tired, and it was time to take a good rest.

"Come out. Seeing that you didn't eat much at night, I reheated the food." She continued, hearing that there was no sound from the room.

There was a slight touch in Ouyang's heart, and he was moved a little.He sighed softly and said, "Eat it yourself, I won't eat it."

"It's still early in the morning, come out and eat a little bit." She still persuaded him.I am afraid that he will be hungry, and even more afraid that he will keep everything in his heart.

For a long time, no sound was heard from inside.She turned around sadly, and was about to repack the hot meals when Ouyang's door opened.

Looking at Ouyang who was still silent, she was relieved because he finally opened the door and came out.

At the silent dinner table, Ouyang still had a lot to say, but he didn't know how to say it.Maybe I really have to choose to continue to remain silent like before?
She who was sitting opposite seemed to have something to say.

Seeing Ouyang finish the meal bite by bite, she asked Ouyang as if making up her mind, "Why did you bring him here today?"

"Why? Don't you know?" Ouyang asked her back, with an inexplicable sadness in his heart.Is it really wrong to do this yourself?Could it be that I really thought wrong?Do you really want to let yourself not think about anything, don’t ask, and don’t care?Or should I let myself grieve alone in my heart?
She silently didn't know how to proceed, or was unwilling to proceed.

"Actually, you, that person knows why I am, but you just avoid me all the time." Ouyang's voice became low, with a sense of sadness in it.

And she was even more silent, because what Ouyang said was the truth, a fact she wanted to avoid.

"Do you know? In fact, I remember a lot of things when I was young. I have engraved them in my heart one by one, and I can't forget them. Maybe I was still young at that time, and I didn't understand everything very well. I know I feel so sad that I want to cry. But people will grow up." Ouyang tried his best to calm down his heart, trying to make his tone more soothing and natural.

And she still listened quietly, but her eyes turned a little red unconsciously.

"If it's really possible not to grow up, or if it's really possible to know nothing, then—how wonderful. But is it possible? Can you really pretend that you don't understand anything, don't you know anything?" Wei Wei sighed After a while, Ouyang's heart became more and more difficult to calm down.

"I've never had a home!" Ouyang tried to speak in a calm tone, but her heart couldn't help but tremble.

"Where is my home? The place where I live belongs to my grandparents. And what about you? Do you know what the word I was most afraid of hearing at that time? Parents! You know that every time you see maternal love in textbooks, parents Love, mother, how did I feel when I was a father? At that time, I couldn’t stop crying, and I couldn’t let people see and know, lest they laugh at me! You know that when I saw others How envious am I when my child can be accompanied by their parents and be together warmly with them?" Ouyang's voice had an inexplicable taste, but her calm words made her feel unstoppable sadness .

"But what about you? You know how to quarrel, fight, and then throw me to my grandparents. Have you ever thought about my feelings? Have you ever thought about my feelings? Or have you ever cared about my feelings? Well? So many years have passed, and I have grown up so much. How much do you know me? How much do you know me? When I am sad, do you know? Where are you? When I am sad, you Have you seen it? Have you greeted me again?" Ouyang's voice was a little choked up, and he paused slightly, not wanting to have a whiff of crying.

"Or do you take it for granted that I only know how to study hard, but I really don't know anything except reading, and I have never experienced anything? I have been here for 18 years, so how can I really not have any sad experiences? What? It's just that you didn't know it at all." Ouyang's heart became more and more sad, and those painful memories hit his heart again and again.

"Don't say any more." She choked up and said, feeling guilty in her heart, she couldn't help but stop Ouyang.

"Then do you know why I asked you and that person to come back now?" Ouyang tried to ask calmly again.

But she didn't answer, took out a tissue and gently wiped the corners of her eyes.

Ouyang sighed and said: "The reason for calling you back is for the three of us—you, me, him, and our family to have a good talk. Talk about the past, talk about the present, and future plans. No Go on living like this in a daze!"

There was another burst of silence, Ouyang felt that he had already said clearly enough, and he didn't want to say anything more.

"That's all about me, don't you know all about it?" She was silent for a while.

"But what about him? He won't even tell me what he's doing now. Such a home—is it possible?" Ouyang said sadly.

"It would have been impossible for me and him a long time ago, and I was heartbroken by him a long time ago. If you hadn't brought him here today, he would never have been able to find this place."

"Yes." Ouyang sighed heavily and sadly.Her parents divorced a long time ago, how could she not break her heart for that lazy person who likes to mess around?But what about myself?The only person who still has a connection with that person is actually himself.

"Can't we just be together in the future?"

Ouyang silently didn't know how to answer.Can this work?Can you let it go?Even if you really think so, can you do it?
(End of this chapter)