Looking at Aunt Mao's expectant eyes, ye Yuwei tolerates the uncomfortable feeling of her abdomen and acquiesces.

Aunt Mao smiles and holds Ye Yuwei's hand. "Aunt Mao knows that young lady is a good child."

Ye Yuwei smiles uglier than she cries. "I'll peel an apple for you."

Looking at Ye Yuwei, aunt Mao reached for the apple on the table and said, "I know that the young master has hurt you deeply. You are happy to marry him, but what you get is indifference."

Ye Yuwei's hand trembled for a moment, didn't open her mouth, and continued to peel the apple.

"But you probably don't know that the old man who takes care of the family, the father and the young man of the young man are all such people. The only difference is that the old lady only has her son in her heart, and the young man is the only one in your mother-in-law's heart. They don't care about their father-in-law, so they can be at peace for so many years. In fact, the man who cares for his family doesn't know what love is. In the young master's idea, the marriage he knows is like this. "

Ye Yuwei is still drooping her eyes.

"When he was young, he often hoped that the young master and his wife would accompany him to play, but at that time, the young master was often not at home and would not go home once a year. I still remember that when the young master was three or four years old, he often stood at the door on his birthday, holding the doll that the young master didn't know how long ago sent him. No one would go back. He said he would wait for his father, once, twice, three times - gradually, the young master would not wait for his father to come back. "

Ye Yuwei's hand pauses, and the peeler almost cuts her own hand.

Mother in law so beautiful, so gentle a woman, in the face of such a husband?

And Gu juixi, such a small Gu juixi, is disappointed every time, just like himself.

"So, slowly, the young master felt that marriage was like this. He didn't know what love was. So when you suddenly appeared in front of him and treated him with your hot love, he was avoiding the feelings he didn't know but had when he was young. When he was young, he was waiting for his father to come back with full love for his father, but he got it, It's disappointment again and again, so he's afraid of this kind of feeling, he doesn't dare to face it, he doesn't dare to know it. "

Ye Yuwei clenched her hand slightly, and the apple was cut out of shape by her.

"Maybe I'm not the one who can teach him love and love." Ye Yuwei bitter mouth, continue to hold his heart to cut the apple in his hand.

After hearing Ye Yuwei's words, aunt Mao shook her head, "young lady, you always think you love him, but do you really love him? You are waiting for him to give back your love, but you forget that he can't understand what love is and how to give back to you? "

Ye Yuwei looks up and opens her mouth slightly, trying to refute this sentence.

"You've been locked up in your own world, doing good things to him all the time, and always feel that doing so is an expression of loving him, but my child, in this world, there's never such nonsense as empathy." Aunt Mao said, holding Ye Yuwei's trembling hand, "you are a child. You never want to have a good talk with him, and he will never take the initiative to talk with you. But who gives you the courage to think you can understand each other's heart?"

Aunt Mao's words are very sharp.

Ye Yuwei is glad that Aunt Mao clenched her hand, otherwise the knife would slip onto her hand.

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