I was not aggrieved at first, but I felt aggrieved when I saw you...

On a rainy day, I was hiding in bed reading a novel alone. Wen Heng’s tricycle hit someone else’s BMW. Yan Xi received a call from the police station to pick her up. Well, A Heng saw Yan Xi like Crying and sobbing like a child: "I was not aggrieved at first, but when I saw you, I felt aggrieved."......

I was not aggrieved at first, but when I saw you, I felt aggrieved. .

It turns out that we are so fragile in front of some people.

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When I was in college, things were often lost in the dormitory next door, and a girl who seemed to be from an average family became a target of suspicion. This incident was spread among the girls in the same dormitory, and the whole class began to isolate her. Everyone would avoid places where she was, and sometimes they would point fingers behind her back.

Xigua is a girl who lives in the dormitory next to her. Watching her go to class alone and eat alone in the corner of the cafeteria every day, she feels pity for her. This kind of thing reminded her of when she first entered college, dragging a big suitcase from north to south alone in a strange city with no friends. At that time, she felt very lonely. Just like she can feel the isolation of the girl at this moment.

Xigua is a kind-hearted little girl. Out of sympathy for her loneliness, she began to accompany her after class and to the canteen to get food. She didn't know if she had actually stolen anything, and she never mentioned it. Later, Xigua told me that she thought that even if the girl really did something wrong, as long as she admitted her mistake, handed over her things, and promised not to do it again, we would still be classmates.

But what surprised Xigua was that within a few weeks, everyone even isolated her. The girls in the same dormitory asked Xigua to go to the dormitory next door to explain, telling them that her behavior only represented an individual and did not represent the position of everyone in their dormitory. Xigua was completely confused at that time. She didn't expect that everyone's attitude suddenly became cold and serious, which made her feel as if she had caused a lot of trouble to the dormitory. Xigua, who didn't know what to do, found the girl she felt she had the best relationship with here. She usually had the most ideas, hoping she could help her with her ideas, but she didn't expect that she just said lightly, "I don't want to get involved in this turmoil." .

This was the first time that Xigua was alone in a foreign country, feeling unaccompanied, scared and helpless.

Later, she went to the dormitory next door to apologize alone, but no one paid attention to her.

Later, the girl who was suspected of stealing moved out of the dormitory and changed classes.

No one mentioned this matter again. Xigua never mentioned it to anyone, nor did she cry.

In the second year, I came to Xigua’s school from my hometown to study. When Xigua and I talked about how to get along with my roommates, she burst into tears when she talked about it. She said that she had been holding this matter in her heart for a year, and she did not feel aggrieved. She just felt that the world was very impersonal and the society was very complicated. She often used this matter to warn herself not to make any more mistakes. But when he saw me, he felt particularly aggrieved.

It turns out that we are so fragile in front of the people closest to us.

No matter how wronged you are, you can fight it alone. Just when we see someone close to us, we can't help but reveal our weakness. We are all too strong, but we don't have to show off.

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I didn’t want to cry, but I couldn’t help it when you asked me.

When Muzi came to Shenzhen alone, she had just broken up with her boyfriend of seven years, threw away everything related to him, vacated the house, and flew overnight from Chongqing. At two o'clock in the morning, I was waiting for her at the airport.

Muzi and her boyfriend are high school classmates, college classmates, and internship colleagues. The two of them came from ignorance and youth, escaped the puppy love that was strictly investigated by the dean every day, survived the most stressful period of the university's finances, and encouraged each other to persevere through the most difficult period of internship. Just when everything was on track and both of them had stable and optimistic incomes, it was time to go home to meet their parents during the Chinese New Year. One day, Muzi accidentally met a female colleague from the department where her boyfriend was cheating on her in the mall.

Seeing her boyfriend coming home every day and saying he was tired from working overtime, trying on lipstick in a cosmetics store with another woman in his arms, talking, laughing, and kissing me, she really wanted to go up and kill this pair of bitches.

Muzi held back. She probably didn’t want to stay in this city and breathe the same air as him for a second, and she didn’t want to see him appear in front of her again. She called me and asked me to help her buy the nearest flight to fly to me. At that time, I felt that the tone was wrong, so I didn’t ask any more questions. I sent the flight information to Muzi’s mobile phone. She replied “see you later” and turned off the phone.

Muzi turned around and returned to the rental house, looking at the denim jacket he had just washed hanging on the balcony dripping with water, the newly changed sheets and quilts still smelling of warm sunshine, and the newly bought couple's toothbrushes from the supermarket. Before he had time to open it, the New Year gifts he bought for his parents were piled on the coffee table, reflecting the bright light and blinding him. She threw all the things belonging to the two of them into the trash can, simply packed a few clothes and stuffed them into the suitcase, closed the door and got in the car without looking back.

"Master, go to the airport"

Passing through the familiar roads in the city, the rows of trees on the roadside are receding rapidly. Outside the car window, Muzi looked at the passers-by on the street. Every alley here and every delicious restaurant had memories that belonged to her and him. But when I thought about the scene I saw in the mall, it felt like someone had acid poured on my heart. It hurt like hell, but there was not a single tear.

I picked up Muzi at the airport and saw that her face was frozen and she didn’t dare to ask any more questions. Muzi slept at my house for a week without leaving the house or turning on his mobile phone. He read more than a dozen unfinished books that I had left on my bedside. Then she told me that she would go out to find a job tomorrow.

I didn’t mention a word about her breakup, and I don’t know what happened to her in that city. I know she will definitely tell me when she wants to say something.

Later, I got a stable job here, and after I was paid, Muzi invited me to have a big dinner.

I said, aren’t you going to tell me what happened to you?

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Muzi burst into tears, completely forgetting that this was a restaurant.

"I didn't want to cry, but when you asked, I couldn't help it."

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After writing the last article, I looked at the clock at two o'clock in the morning and thought about my mother working the night shift. She should not be asleep at this time, so Made a phone call. Normally, because she works the night shift and sleeps during the day, she rarely makes phone calls for fear of disturbing her.

After the call got through, she asked me why I wasn’t sleeping yet?

I said: "I just finished working overtime and I haven't called you for several days. I want to ask if you are okay at home."

Originally, nothing happened. I have become accustomed to being alone outside these years. When I feel homesick, I will start a video chat with them on weekends. I don’t think it’s hard at all. It’s a bit more work, but it’s something I like and something I want to stick to. After chatting for a while, my mother suddenly said, "You have grown up, and you are like a person who has lived through it."

This sentence was like a needle piercing the tear ducts that had been hidden in the corners of my eyes for a long time. Obviously you can do it by yourself, and feel that you can bear all the suffering, but when someone asks you if you feel uncomfortable, does it hurt, tears suddenly flow down uncontrollably, as if someone suddenly understands your suffering.

We are all stubborn and stubborn children. We keep all our worries, grievances and injuries in our hearts, and then pretend to live as if nothing has happened. In front of outsiders, we are like hedgehogs, pretending to be ourselves. The appearance is an indestructible armor, but only we know what a soft heart is wrapped inside. And the softest side is always shown only to the person you love the most.

Libra in 1994, a woman from the northwest

Only writes stories, not boiled chicken soup

Trying to use words to warm every lonely patient

My name is Ling Shao. Good night.