The artistic rebirth of engineering women

Chapter 176

In her previous life, Yue Wenjing was used to being obedient in everything, not striving for half points for herself, and only doing well what she should do in each period, and what others expected her to do well.Follow the rules and live up to everyone's expectations.

It’s not that she doesn’t yearn for that kind of freedom—in her middle school writing, no matter the composition in the examination room or the usual weekly diary, seven or eight out of ten are talking about freedom and freedom. Even she herself thinks that she is an unrestrained person. An innocent prodigal son.

Later, she gradually understood the mentality at that time—the more she preached, the more she lacked.If she is not in a cage, how can she not think about returning to freedom all the time?I'm afraid, with her temperament, she will let the birds fly in the sky.

In fact, how did she ever really care about the things that others envy, such as good grades, good rankings, and good schools that parents have always envied?All she cares about is the feelings of her family members who have been talked about because of her retreat.She doesn't want the person she has always respected and loved to be judged by others because of her.

So, how they want her to live, she will become like that!I only hope that my family can always be proud of her capital.

It's just that she forgot that maybe the person she cares about just wants her to be happy.Her family also forgot to tell her that in fact, they didn't care that much about what others said.

If things go on like this, the result is endless misunderstandings-they think her choices are their own, and she thinks the opinions of others are theirs.On a wrong path, they are all farther and farther away from their original intentions, so that it is hard to recover.

It's just, how can those people who gossip about their tongues have any time to be satisfied?

When I was a student, I compared grades and schools.In this regard, she has never lost, and even if she makes occasional mistakes, she is always superior to those children who are compared with her.

In universities, some children bring students because of their majors, and get the first pot of gold in life.Wen Li went home and talked, the casual comparison and even envy between the words made Yue Wenjing feel more pressured.

So, she accepted projects, published articles, and even accepted several phases of clinical trials in the days when her mind was the least clear, and became their experimental subjects, in exchange for a meager income at the expense of her own health.

She spends most of her time in the laboratory that she doesn't like, enduring the pungent smell, the cold eyes of her seniors, and the endless loneliness, without stopping for a moment.In fact, her theoretical knowledge is not that solid, and the students who can become the tutors that everyone is looking for in the field of pharmacy are all due to the practical ability trained in the laboratory day and night.

Finally, in exchange for the capital they continued to show off.

When I was a graduate student, I worked part-time for my boss while doing scientific research, so I was not compared.

There is nothing to criticize in this regard, and they began to pick again—"What's the use of a girl reading so many books? What's the use of being a good career? If you can't find a partner, everything is useless?"——So, During the Chinese New Year, various people would come to ask her about her love life, Wen Li and Yue Lu were also very anxious, and even thought about going on a blind date for her.

She didn't understand why, after going to college, every time she went home, it seemed to be a burden.So, she was cowardly and used busyness as an excuse to stay in school all day long, and she didn't go shopping unless necessary.In fact, it is really busy.It is rare for others to carry out at most two projects at the same time, and it has become normal for her to do three or four projects at a time.Sometimes, even the instructor can't bear to look at it.

However, she dared not stop at all.Because, once you stop, the exhaustion and despair in your heart can no longer be concealed.It seems that I can see my hopeless future—if I am lucky, I will find a caring and considerate person, and I will have a fairly good family, and the gossip will turn to the child’s matter—when I want a child, and the gender of the child, both are theirs talk.

If she is lucky enough to meet other people's expectations, her child will start to accept a new round of pickiness, and she will also become the parent who puts pressure on intentionally or unintentionally.

This repeated torment until I was very old.However, I still can't get relief. Compared with daughter-in-law, grandson, health, and family status...at which stage is there no evaluation and comparison from the people around you?Perhaps, until the end of her life and turning into a wisp of unowned soul, she would still compare her descendants and family with her neighbors in the tomb next to her.

Just thinking about it is creepy.

A hoarse voice roared in my heart: "This is not the life I want! I want to get out of this state!"However, it is not as good as another questioning lightly: "No. Thinking about your family, can you bear it?"

Therefore, the ground is a prison.

When everything was cleared, that crazy doubt had already been rooted in my heart: "If I hadn't been so good in the first place, if I was self-willed, selfish, and self-centered, would you still love me like that?"

Waking up for the first time after reincarnation, she calmly looked at the familiar environment around her. When she realized what happened, mixed emotions quickly occupied her whole mind like weeds.

At that moment, she couldn't help but feel inferior, and she was so mad that she fell into a demon.

How can you not complain?Her self-awakening, its roots, had already begun to emerge in elementary school.When everyone was playing games and listening to popular songs in the second and third grades, she found a couplet book with more than 200 pages in the bookstore. It's over.She has also corrected a lot, some of which have appeared in the composition, and the teacher is also amazed.

How can you not hate?All the persistence, all the caring, became their sharp weapon to hurt her unscrupulously!Her forbearance and hard work, in exchange for nothing but endless concessions and suffering.In the end, it turned into a charred corpse beyond recognition.

At that moment, there was a beast in her heart, gnawing at all her sanity.

Why not destroy it?Those who drove me to a dead end, you like to observe my words and deeds so much, so eager to see my downfall, so why don't I take you to hell together?In this way, you can watch me all the time, watch my torment again and again, watch me die in agony in the sea of ​​knives and fire, and watch me suffer the torture of being hacked into pieces.

I only hope that at that time, you can still maintain the leisurely attitude of spectators watching the play, otherwise, if you lose this bit of fun that can numb the pain, the pain on your body will be even more unbearable.

Thinking of this, she laughed softly.It was obviously just a childish voice, but it was so dull and weird, like a ghost in the middle of the night.

However, his eyes suddenly fell on the decorative pocket zither hanging on the wall.The darkness swallowed its original color, and from her perspective, it was like a dark lyre.

Suddenly suffered a heavy blow to the heart.

what is she doing?
How could she have such a terrible idea?

Is she still the same Yue Wenjing who, even though she was struggling and suffering, every step was like walking on the edge of a knife, but she always stood firm and walked forward with difficulty and never gave up, just because Qin was by her side?

Is her ghostly demeanor worthy of her piano?

Fortunately, she has an unchanging heart, otherwise, she would not have persisted until the moment of seeing the dawn, but dragged those whom she regarded as evil spirits to hell together.

(End of this chapter)