Chapter 134: Blame Him?
The tie around his neck made it difficult for him to breathe. With every passing second, the tie became tighter, until it was so tight that he had to open his mouth to breathe.
But Wen Baijing was reluctant to loosen his tie even a little bit. He raised his hand and touched the bow tie. The blue Windsor knot still retained her body temperature.
Wen Baijing rushed to the balcony. The sky was getting darker and darker. The raindrops were pouring on the ground like thousands of buckets of mercury. The strong wind was like a knife blade.
Downstairs there is a lotus branch swaying stubbornly in the wind and rain.
To him, following one's heart is ironic. No one knows that at this moment, his eyes are as distracted as raindrops.
The rain he missed three years ago soaked him from head to toe today.
Ye Zhenzhen walked in the rain, the hem of her skirt lifted by the strong wind was like the wet wings of a butterfly, and the wet hem of her skirt was wrapped heavily around her calves.
She was followed by a man in a black suit, holding a black umbrella to try to shield her from the rain.
Passing by a rose bush, with the fallen roses scattered all over the ground. I am filled with all kinds of worries, and I blame the east wind silently.
She had imagined countless times the scene of him saying "I love you". I thought it would be sweeter than being in a honey pot. She would be jumping for joy and forget herself. But now, in such a situation, why does it feel so bitter to hear "I love you"?
It was even more bitter than the concentrated Chinese medicine and coffee she had drunk.
All the beautiful and cherished things in her life were dissipated in the misty Jiangnan like the wisp of white mist before her eyes.
Should she blame him? Should she hate him? The only person she could blame was herself. Was the world treating her unfairly? It seemed not.
She had been loved and had a seemingly bright future. But when she thought the road ahead was smooth and all the hardships were over, the mistakes she had made turned into a sharp blade that pierced her forehead three years later.
If mistakes must be corrected, sins must be redeemed, love and future must be lost, and one is despised by everyone, wouldn’t this punishment be too severe?
Back at Tinglan Garden, the air was even more depressing than on a rainy day.
I haven't been home for so long that even the air in the room seems to have stood still. I can now indulge in laziness and passiveness with a clear conscience.
She was in a daze, not knowing how many years she had endured. Pain was like a green train, rattling and rattling, rattling and rattling, in the endless dark mountain tunnels.
There is no light, no human voice, just driving away from the world. Driving until the end of time, driving towards nothingness, driving towards the nothingness of nothingness.
The doorbell kept ringing, endlessly.
I felt like there was a layer of ice attached to my body, and my whole body was frozen stiff and numb.
Ye Zhenzhen opened the door like a sleepwalker and turned back to the bedroom in a trance.
Ye Mao squeezed into the house carrying a bunch of things. He went to the kitchen with ease and put the food neatly into the refrigerator.
After putting the food away, Ye Mao wiped the sweat off his face and looked around. The room was very clean, and the trash can was even cleaner. It was so clean that it didn't look like anyone lived there.
Ye Mao pushed open the bedroom door and saw a big bulge on the bed. Ye Zhenzhen was curled up in the quilt with not a single hair sticking out.
Ye Mao stood beside the bed, his voice hoarse: "Sister, don't be like this."
The kid in the quilt didn't move, as if he didn't hear him.
Ye Mao stretched out his hand to lift the quilt, raised his arm weakly and put it down again, "I cooked seafood porridge for you, get up and drink some before you rest."
Ye Zhenzhen said in a muffled voice under the quilt: "I don't want to drink, hurry back to the store and take care of business."
Ye Mao carefully sat down beside the bed and said with a worried look on his face: "Sister, what if you don't eat or drink and damage your body? Do you know how worried we are about you?"
Ye Zhenzhen felt a little uncomfortable in the bed, so she exposed half of her head to breathe, "Xiao Mao, let me be quiet."
Ye Mao's eyes turned red, "Sister, I'm scared of you, can you please not scare me..."
"Don't worry, I won't commit suicide." Ye Zhenzhen turned her back to Ye Mao, covered her face with her hands and gave her brother a reassurance, "I won't be depressed."
Ye Maoxu sat on the bedside, his eyes dull as he looked down at the floor, "Sister, when will you cheer up? Life has to go on. What will happen if mom and dad find out about you like this?"
She was immersed in negative emotions, and did not jump up to threaten her brother not to talk nonsense. She just shrank back into the quilt without saying a word, wrapped up like a solid dumpling.
Ye Mao inserted his fingers into his hair. "You haven't eaten properly these days. If you continue like this, your health will be in serious trouble."
The brother and sister were at a stalemate and neither could convince the other.
The two of them stood back to back in silence for a long time.
Ye Mao took out a cigarette box from his pocket, held it in his hand, but never opened it.
The phone next to my pillow is like a black brick and it hasn’t been charged in many days.
It feels good to be isolated from the world and temporarily escape from the hustle and bustle.
She didn't want to know anything, didn't want to see anyone, and didn't want to talk.
Sometimes she even wanted to hide in the closet. A room that was too big always made her feel insecure.
Ye Mao asked softly: "Sister, do you blame him?"
Ye Zhenzhen was finally somewhat touched and shook her head silently in her bed.
Ye Mao sighed softly and lowered his head even more. "Logically, I should blame him, but that would be too heartless. But if I don't blame him, it seems that I am sorry for you. Do you understand how I feel?"
Ye Zhenzhen threw back the quilt and sat up. She regained her sanity instantly and said seriously, "I don't blame him, so why should you blame him? Besides, I can only blame myself for this matter."
As she spoke, her head and voice lowered, and she felt weak in her heart.
Ye Mao turned his head and looked at her, and advised: "Sister, it's all over. Can you cheer up soon?"
It's in the past.
Is it all over?
There is no past for her. It is so hard to get past.
Wang You sent a message to Ye Mao, asking if I had had any porridge and if I felt better. Tell me not to be depressed and that everything will be fine.
Ye Mao handed the phone to Ye Zhenzhen and asked her to look at it, saying that Wang You knew that you didn't want to see anyone, and he was obviously very worried about you but didn't dare to come to see you for fear of upsetting you.
Having lost face in front of her family, Ye Zhen Zhen hung her head in shame, looking embarrassed, and asked in a low voice: "Xiao Mao, will you look down on me? I went to work in a nightclub to make more money..."
Ye Mao turned sideways and said to her, "You are my sister. I know you won't do anything wrong. You resigned from there a long time ago. Don't think about it anymore."
Ye Zhenzhen pursed her lips tightly, feeling a little touched and a little embarrassed, and said with regret: "Xiao Mao, I did something wrong. Do you know? I really regret it... I regret it so much..."
She covered her face with her hands, drew her knees together in front of her, and buried her head on them.
Ye Mao's eyes became moist, and there were a few more red bloodshot under his eyes, "Sister, it's all in the past. Don't think about it anymore. Thinking too much can easily damage your health... He won't be at ease with you like this..."
Ye Zhenzhen smiled bitterly and shook her head, feeling even more sad.
The lush leaves were staring at her, the forest was cold and the valley was solemn, the moon was full at night and the ground was covered with frost - there was such a lonely and desolate late autumn scene in her eyes.