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I didn’t think there was anything wrong with what Gong Shuji said to me. Instead, I felt like I was relieved:

"It's a good thing."

"The fact that nothing disturbing happened is actually the best thing."

"It's better than me being entangled"

Gong Shuji was interrupted halfway through his words when I suddenly raised my hand:

"I am so frank, just want to ask about this matter"

"Isn't this kind of feeling normal?"

Gong Shuji was startled, his amber pupils looked at me up and down several times, and then he said:
".Nor."

"The main thing is to see if you can meet the right person."

"I just made fun of that boy. In fact, I didn't mean any discrimination. I was just speaking from my own perspective. You understand."

I nodded casually, and Gong Shuji reluctantly sat up straighter:
"So, you've met people who left an impression on you, right?"

"And there are emotional issues involved?"

I was stunned for a moment, but this time I nodded solemnly:

"That should be the case, right?"

I'm not sure myself either.

What is an emotional issue, and what emotions are involved?

After so long, I finally caught a glimpse of myself among the chaotic lights and shadows.

Maybe, there was something wrong with me in the first place.

"Because I don't quite understand what emotion is."

I said in a deep voice and then added:

"I really don't understand."

"I've actually been confused about this matter for a long time, and I can't find anyone to ask."

Gong Shuji's bleeding symptoms have slowed down and are gradually coming to a stop.

He seemed a little confused, but still said patiently:
"Emotions are divided into many, many types. Many emotions are similar to 'teacher-student emotions', 'emotions between leaders and followers'. Most people have never heard of it, but family affection, love, friendship, etc., are all developed in the process of growing up." will be established.”

"A pair of good parents will directly affect the child's choice of marriage partner. The question you are asking now should have been guided by your parents. Didn't your parents tell you these things?"

I opened and closed my lips several times, avoiding other people's eyes for the first time:

"I don't have parents."

Yes, this is the biggest problem, the root of everything.

When I was growing up, no one told me how to correct myself.

My second uncle hates evil as much as he hates evil, and has a wonderful outlook on life.

If you say something nice, you will be chivalrous; if you say something unpleasant, it will make you stupid.

His own emotions, to be honest, were a mess.

He even lost his life for it.

No one told me what was right and what was wrong.

Some things can be started, some things should not be started, and some things can be given up.

No.

Over the years, no.

No one has told me that in the environment I grew up in, it was even difficult to find someone with whom I could have a long conversation like tonight.

Because during my long study life in a mountain village, I just found someone I could talk to. After a few months, she would probably shyly say that she wanted to get married.

Some even let me touch her swollen belly.

I've touched it, and it's hard to imagine that a new life was born under that slightly hard belly.

It's even harder to imagine what's being torn apart with claws and teeth inside.

Some are scared, some are terrified, and some are at a loss.

Especially after hearing the hope that I would soon become one of them, give birth to a child, and let the child get married and have children.
I almost ran away. I was scared, but I told my second uncle that he only knew how to curse.

My second uncle didn’t know what I was afraid of, just like he didn’t know what love was.

So, we supported each other in the mountain village and understood each other's importance to ourselves, but we were always confused about many things.

"Feel sorry."

This time, it was Gong Shuji's turn to say these words.

His expression was even sadder than mine, just like what the Internet said——

'I have to slap myself several times when I get up in the middle of the night', that kind of expression.

I was about to say something, but the expression on Gong Shuji's face slowly relaxed:

"But...it doesn't matter. Without parents, it doesn't seem to be a very important thing."

"After all, I have parents, and my parents didn't teach me these things."

"When I was very young, I was already what my classmates' parents called 'other people's children.' I had many certificates. Children are always very proud when they receive certificates. My mother is very gentle and beautiful. I am more like her, so Always craving her attention."

"Every time I get a certificate, I show it to her, hoping she will praise me, but -

Not once. "

"I would still cry to my father at that time, saying that my mother ignored me."

"My father would say, 'Silly boy, your mother doesn't pay attention to me either.'"

Gong Shuji laughed for no reason, and the wound on his shoulder that had stopped bleeding tore open again, becoming bloody and bloody again:
"I would be amused at the time, but later I realized it was actually a tragedy."

"It was wrong from the beginning, wrong."

"I used to be able to deceive myself. In fact, my mother loved me, and loving my father was actually just deception."

"I have always been afraid to fall in love. In fact, there are reasons for this. I am afraid that the other party is not voluntary, that it is my self-deception, etc."

"So, I can only analyze something for you from existing examples. That is -

Men and women, or men and women, actually doesn't seem to matter too much. "

"As long as you like each other, it will be a round mirror and a round moon."

"I think with your current cautious character, being able to keep thinking about that person and remembering to ask about this matter actually means that you have made a decision in your heart."

Gong Shuji moved his long legs that were obviously numb:
"When you retrieve your second uncle's bones, go find her."

"The grudges of the previous generation should end with our generation."

Gong Shuji said this sincerely.

Unfortunately, I'm too stupid.

I didn't understand the deeper meaning of Gong Shuji's last sentence.

By the time you understand, it's already too late.

And at the moment, I just replied:

"She's dead too."

Love is like a round mirror, and the full moon is true.

But death is like countless mirror moons shattered by one punch.

Broken.

I don’t like it that much anymore.

But the more fragments you have, the more you can remember.

Gong Shuji completely stopped talking this time.

After a long while, he raised his handsome face that was already pale and pale:

"It sounds like what you said is that you have experienced a lot of things and things were not very good. You are easily criticized. It doesn't seem to be fake."

"Need to change the subject?"

The two of us looked at each other and changed the subject in a tacit understanding.

I raised the next question:
"How did you find me?" (End of Chapter)