Turn the cocoon into a butterfly

Chapter 103 Suffering Closes the Distance Between Each Other
"It's all the same. That's how I came here. No matter how others scold Cheng Weize, he is my favorite husband in my heart. When he just left, I miss him the most. I don't believe that he will be true." abandon me.

What he did was ridiculed by others, but the original love is also true. No matter what happened, I will never forget the six years of our love.

He is back now, that face can remind me too much of the past, who can understand my pain?Scold him, want revenge on him?But falling in love is a real thing.

At least I haven't found that feeling in others. I always have a different feeling for him. Of course, it's not the present, it's all the good times in the past. "

Li Junhao listened quietly, and they spoke openly for the first time, bringing the relationship between the two closer.

"No one can disappear from memory just because he hates someone or loves someone. This is also our best thought to warm and motivate ourselves."

Li Junhao's face gradually turned red, and his mood stabilized. Seeing Sang Xiaoyu frowning persistently, he choked 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, and I don't have any feelings for Jiang Chunhui. It's good to live by myself."

Li Junhao said sincerely: "I apologize for what I just said like you, can you not mind?"

"It's not an example!"

"There will be no next time, I promise!"

Because of fear, he was a little excited, and his nostrils opened and closed, breathing heavily.

The wind blew in from the window. It was originally a crisp autumn weather, but it blew a burst of coolness.

Sang Xiaoyu pretended to leave. At this moment, she couldn't really care about what he said. Although she was a little upset, it was still understandable.

Li Junhao pulled her and said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Sang Xiaoyu saw that he was relieved, so she said: "When the disaster strikes, everyone is at a loss, and everyone feels that they are the most miserable one in the world. I don't want to talk too much about the truth, but I hope you can give the people around you a lot of trouble. People hope.

You torture yourself like this, as your good friend, as your parents, what should they do?To hell with you?Aren't you a dutiful son? Look at what Aunt Li has become now?Are you trying to give them a head start? "

Hearing this, Li Junhao became unhappy again, lay down and covered his head and said, "They can do whatever they want, and I'm not filial? I can't care much now..."

Li Junhao erupted again in an uncertain manner.

Li Junhao's temper is like the face of a three-year-old child, it changes at will.

Sang Xiaoyu decided to let him hang out.

Now he couldn't listen to anyone's words, so he had to come out and talk to Aunt Li.

Li Junhao's mother was standing at the door listening to them, and seeing Sang Xiaoyu came out, she asked with concern: "How is it?"

Sang Xiaoyu said: "Auntie, don't be too anxious. He is in too much pain now. You must let him transition. I will come back tomorrow and comfort him every day. He will eventually listen."

The mother heard her son yelling loudly just now, and seeing that Sang Xiaoyu was still calm, she said, "Maybe he can still listen to a few words of your words. He was very kind to you in the first place... He will choke on what I say, now If I don't force him to eat, I guess..."

After speaking, I cried very sadly.

Looking at her tearful mother, Sang Xiaoyu was in a very sad mood. 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. Just like you, I am afraid that I will commit suicide every day... It's okay, it's really okay."

Aunt Li was crying all the time, but seeing Sang Xiaoyu like this, she started crying again.

Sang Xiaoyu didn't ask the reason of the incident, because he was afraid that Li Junhao who was in the back room would be irritated again. No matter how the incident happened, it really happened now, so he didn't ask the reason.

Sang Xiaoyu looked at Li Junhao's mother, feeling empty in her heart. She suddenly remembered her scene after the incident that day, and it was the same, as if she was in a rough sea. Except for the stormy waves, there was no board to carry her helpless soul.

The room was very dull and depressing. Sang Xiaoyu felt that they didn't need to be comforted at this time, because they couldn't listen to anything. She could empathize with what she had experienced.

People who have been deeply hurt can only heal themselves, and her role can only shorten this time as much as possible.

When Sang Xiaoyu left Li Junhao's house, it was getting late, Jiang Chunhui called her, and she said that she was bored at home after walking outside.

Jiang Chunhui thoughtfully asked her if she needed to accompany her by himself?
Sang Xiaoyu said no, you can do it yourself.

Sang Xiaoyu went home by bus.

After getting off the car, she walked slowly on the way home alone.

When she passed by the telephone pole, she remembered the scene of her being kidnapped. If she hadn't been seriously ill at that time, would her life or death be uncertain?

Then she saw the railway track again, and she walked on this road more than once, hoping that the roaring train would take away all her troubles.

Time has passed, and Sang Xiaoyu once again realized the importance of money. If it wasn't for money, she wouldn't be where she is today, and if it wasn't for money, she wouldn't have such a serious illness.

She is fine now, and what she will do next is what she has been thinking about these days. She can apply for a small home improvement company, or she can have a relationship with Dean Bai and return to her original position.

But now, her mind has changed, she wants to start a business.

She wanted to make herself stronger. After four years of struggle, Sang Xiaoyu felt that she was no worse than others, but she hadn't thought clearly about what to do.

She doesn't want to be a grass anymore, she wants to be a big tree.

She wants to be a towering tree to protect her family and friends she loves.

Thinking of this, Sang Xiaoyu changed her depression just now, stretched her arms and kicked her legs, feeling infinite strength.

Since the beginning of autumn, the weather has become uncertain. 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 are so similar. Suffering brings them closer and gives them a different understanding of each other.

She also knew that it was impossible for her to heal him with a few words, and she could only heal her wounds by herself.

She believed that Li Junhao would walk out of the gloom and usher in the dawn of tomorrow just like her.

The mist slowly subsided, and the fine mist gathered quietly, dampening her hair and messy mood. The wind blew over for no reason, and the cold air penetrated into her thin clothes, making her sleep continuously. with chills.

The phone rang, it was the home phone.

Sang Xiaoyu trotted towards home, which was the warmest place in her heart.

(End of this chapter)