inexhaustible

"How are you all doing recently?" Sister Liao was wearing a light pink woolen skirt, smiling as amiably as she did when she first saw her, pouring tea for everyone and selling a plate of biscuits on the table, "I Make it yourself, let everyone eat it."

"Aren't Mrs. Li and Brother Zhang coming today?" The anchor wore ponytails and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on his face today, looking extraordinarily youthful and beautiful.

After pouring tea for everyone, Sister Liao sat down slowly holding her own cup, and replied, "Oh, they, they may not come in the future."

"Not coming?" Everyone was a little surprised.

"Mrs. Li's husband is going to move abroad due to job transfer, so he can't come. Mr. Zhang's confidence has greatly increased after the hair transplant, and now he is obsessed with fitness. He says he will work hard to be a handsome man. His attitude is very positive and optimistic, so there is no need to come." Liao Sister took a sip of tea and sighed, "They all graduated."

Several people present looked at each other in blank dismay, Ning Tian'er circled the others with her finger, and finally pointed to herself: "So there are only four of us now?"

Sister Liao nodded and said with a smile on her face, "I hope you will graduate soon." She touched her jacket pocket, found two folded letter papers, unfolded one of them, cleared her throat, and said, "Mrs. Mr. Li has left letters for everyone, I think everyone should read them. Mrs. Li's first..."

I have been busy packing and moving recently, and my body feels very tired. When I think of going to a strange place, I feel all kinds of anxiety in my heart.In the past, I would definitely endure the exhaustion and anxiety until I collapsed alone, but now I have learned to look at things from a different perspective.

I was exhausted, but my son and husband were not at ease, and even had to endure my exhausted tantrums.I have all kinds of anxiety, but for places that are unfamiliar to me, is it not unfamiliar to my son and husband?

In the past, I always pursued perfection, wanted a perfect husband, a perfect son, and realized the happy life in fairy tales, which made me very depressed.Now, I am no longer obsessed with "perfection", accept that I have an imperfect husband, an imperfect son, and find that I am not perfect.

When you're depressed, everything looks ugly.When you think about it, you can see the scenery everywhere.

I don't know if there will be a chance to meet again in this life.Here I also want to learn from Mr. Huang and give you a parting speech—I hope everyone can accept their own imperfections and accept the imperfections of others.

Sister Liao paused for a while, and changed one: "Mrs. Li's is here. Next is Mr. Zhang's..."

Regret, I regret it so much, I should have had my hair transplanted sooner!Everyone, don't hold back your money, you can't turn back the years, you want to become beautiful as soon as possible!

"It's gone." Sister Liao folded the letter in half again and sat back on the chair.

Ning Tian'er was the first to laugh, and the silver bell-like laughter moved everyone. After a while, the whole gymnasium echoed with everyone's hearty laughter one after another.

"By the way, let me tell you a good news—we are together!" Amidst the laughter, the hostess suddenly held the white-collar's hand and raised her arm high.

The white-collar worker smiled innocently and scratched his head in embarrassment.

After a brief moment of astonishment, everyone congratulated and felt really happy for them.

"Actually, two months ago, I even wrote my suicide note. But Lao Huang was one step ahead of me," the female anchor smiled and her eyes turned red, "I think you are tired of attending two funerals in a row. I just wanted to wait and talk about it, but I didn’t expect love to come after this wait. I can’t die at all!” After speaking, he burst into tears and hugged the white-collar beside him.

This was obviously not a sentimental moment, but Ning Tian'er and Sister Liao shed tears one after another, and even I felt an inexplicable emotion in my heart.It is different from any positive emotion, and also different from any negative emotion. It is like a gray area in between, sweet and bitter, and intriguing.

When I thought that everyone was healthier and more active than me, and they didn’t seem to be full of sorrow at all, they told me with practical actions that no matter how well-dressed people are, there are hidden pains that are unknown; When I was so tortured that I lost my joy and could no longer cheer up, they broke my perception of pessimism time and time again.

I thought that life is full of pain, and optimism is just the biggest lie, but it turns out that it is so easy to change.All it takes is an opportunity, a little courage, and one step forward to reap a whole new world.

Fragile and strong, sensitive and fickle, can live in groups or enjoy being alone, there is no creature in this world that is more complex and full of unknown charm than human beings.

Wiping away tears, Sister Liao asked me, "Beika, how are you and yours doing?"

"Very good." The atmosphere tonight was so good that even I unconsciously became positive and optimistic, as if fearless, "I'm starting to recover, and I want to give him a surprise. Although it was difficult at the beginning, I will continue effort."

Rehabilitation of the legs does not see progress overnight, and most of them are boring and repetitive training.After only two days of work, blisters appeared on my palms, and after being broken, it continued again the next day.

In this process, enduring difficult rehabilitation is not the most important thing, the most important thing is to be able to accept failure.Accept that even with great efforts, there may be a psychological gap that even a small change cannot be seen.

"Oh my god..." Sister Liao covered her lips lightly, her face was overjoyed.

At this time, the female anchor took the lead and stood up holding a cup: "For the first time, I feel that our group is so worthy of the name. Come, I wish everyone optimistic!"

The rest of the people stood up, but I couldn't stand, so I had to raise my glass from afar.

"Good luck to all!"

I didn't contact Yang Haiyang for a while, but he suddenly called me that day, saying that Yang Youling missed me and asked me to go over for dinner.

Since dating Shang Muxiao, I have indeed cared less about this goddaughter, and felt guilty, so I specially bought a unicorn plush doll as an apology to please her.

The little girl liked it very much, and introduced herself to the rabbit doll for the unicorn, and told me after a while that the two plush dolls had become good friends.

At the dinner table, Yang Haiyang asked me what I was up to recently, why there was no sound.

I said, "You yourself are busy dating all day, and you still say I have no voice?"

Yang Haiyang rubbed his nose and said with a dry smile: "It's true that I'm busy, but I'm not busy with dating. I've been busy with opening a branch recently, and Yunrou is also busy with work. We haven't seen each other for a week. It's a waste of time." fall in love."

"Have you met your parents?"

"See you, I just met yesterday." Yang Haiyang took a sip of his wine, with a strange expression, "Her father is easy to talk to, but you can clearly feel the gap, just... he is not the same kind of person, and he is destined to say no." Come together, do you understand?"

I understand, I used to feel the same way about Shang Muxiao.

"Well. Then what did he say about your marriage with Shang Yunrou?"

"He said that as long as Shang Yunrou is happy, it's fine. He also said that being with Yunrou's mother was not favored back then, but he insisted on getting married, so he will not interfere with his children's love."

"That's good."

Shang Lu had no objection, even if Shang Muxiao objected, it would not be a big deal.

"But their family feels weird." Yang Haiyang continued.

"How to say?"

"Yunrou's stepmother doesn't talk much. We ate, and she ate quickly by herself, and went to the studio to paint. Shang Lu didn't seem to care about her very much.

Hearing Yang Haiyang say this, I'm not surprised.In view of the fact that the other party and Mei Zixun have too similar faces, whether Shang Lu's second marriage is based on "love" is still a question mark.

Going home from Yang Haiyang's after dinner, as soon as he entered the door, he saw Shang Muxiao sitting in the living room with three or four takeaways on the coffee table in front of him, and an unknown foreign movie playing on the projection screen.

After the winter vacation started, he couldn't be free for a day, and was pulled by Shang Yunrou to work directly in his own company as a nine-to-six office worker.It was inevitable that others would flatter him to give him a chance to be lazy, and he was not even allowed to reveal his identity as the young boss.

So, even though it was winter vacation, he was busier than me.

"Where have you been?" Shang Muxiao didn't look at me, his mind was on the food and the movie in front of him, "You've been so busy these days."

Regarding rehabilitation, I didn't tell Shang Muxiao explicitly, I only told him that it is an annual routine to go to the hospital for physical therapy during the winter vacation.He didn't know the truth, and he didn't doubt it.

"Dining with friends." I took off my scarf and threw it on the sofa. Seeing that he ordered spicy dishes full of red oil, I frowned and said, "Why is it so spicy?" I have never heard that he likes spicy food before. of.

He swallowed a mouthful of food, wiped his mouth with a paper towel and said, "I don't have an appetite, let's have some spicy appetizers."

It's only been a few days, why does it look like she's lost weight?

"are you tired?"

He glanced at me, sat up on his knees, took my hand, bent down, and gently pressed his forehead on the back of my hand, like a devout believer.

Today he was wearing a slightly more formal work attire, a white shirt with trousers, and a long gray woolen jacket outside.At this moment, the coat has been thrown aside, the tie is hanging loosely on the chest, the top two buttons of the shirt collar are undone, and the hair that has been fixed for a day with pomade has fallen messily in two bundles to cover the eyebrows and eyes.It was clearly a sloppy attire, which made him look a bit unruly.

"Very tired." He whispered, "I hate being restrained, and I hate my dad."

"Then don't go." I rubbed his head with my other hand, completely messing up his fairly regular hair.

He remained silent, maintained a posture without moving, and did not speak anymore.

At first I thought he was thinking seriously, but after a few seconds it dawned on me that my words might be embarrassing him.He hates restraint, and it is true that he hates Shang Lu, but he loves Shang Yunrou, that is his only gem, and he is willing to do anything for her that makes him feel tired.

"There is no such thing as being tired..." Shang Muxiao sighed softly, let go of my hand, and lay down on my lap.

I stroked his hair, thinking of the egg yolk for no reason, and asked, "When will you return the egg yolk to me?"

Yu Xixi finished the house two days ago, and yesterday took pictures of the kennel and dog food I bought for the puppy. Although they didn't remind me, it's not good to keep procrastinating.

"Wait until the winter vacation."

"Isn't it already able to run and jump? Why is it on winter vacation?"

Shang Muxiao was silent.

"...Don't you, don't want to pay it back?"

"No!" He didn't want to deny it, "How is it possible?"

I pinched his earlobe and said with a smile: "Okay, then I'll go talk to Xixi and send it to her after the winter vacation."

This year's New Year comes very early, and it will be New Year's Eve in a few days.

There is no New Year’s atmosphere in the city, and I don’t have a sense of New Year’s ceremony. In previous years, I had a reunion dinner with my parents and my aunt. This year... since the last meal, I haven’t contacted my parents, nor have I I know if they want me to go back for the New Year this time.

The day before New Year's Eve, a huge dispute broke out between Shang Muxiao and Shang Lu, so big...he could only come to me to seek vent.

As soon as he entered the door, he picked me up from the wheelchair and all the way to the bed. I still couldn't figure it out and wanted to get up. He held me down and kissed me slightly rough.

My body is getting hotter and hotter, but the lights in the room make it impossible for me to immerse myself in it.I struggled as I felt him take my pants off.

He frowned and straightened up, brushed his hair, looking very irritable: "Understood, turn off the lights, turn off the lights at the head office, shall we?" Following the words, the lights also dimmed.

Because of the first experience, I was a little scared. Fortunately, although Shang Muxiao looked scary, he was very careful when he did it, and he didn't torment me again and again.

After venting heartily, I saw that he was much calmer, so I asked him what was going on.

Without saying a word, he went to the kitchen to get a cold beer, and quickly returned to bed, lit a cigarette and smoked.

"There is a literary film director who was a former friend of my parents. He wanted to make a movie about my mother's life." He opened the beer can in the dark room with a "snap", and the moonlight and a little light outside came in, contrasting the He looks like a painting in the smoke.

"It was nothing at all, so I just shot it. But the director couldn't find a satisfactory male lead, so he begged my dad to let me play the role. After all, no matter my age or appearance, I am very similar to my dad when he was young. My dad...agreed." His hand holding the jar trembled slightly, and every word he said seemed to be cutting his vocal cords, causing him great pain, "He wants me to play him when he was young, let I face their disgusting love over and over again, let me praise that hypocritical woman who is only cruel to me, without even asking my will!"

In the past, they were not valued and loved, and now they are being lent out like tools.No one will be happy.

I held his trembling hand, took the beer can away, put it on the bedside table, then hugged his body and stroked his back gently.

"Okay, we won't act, and no one will persuade you to act. No one can force you to do something you don't like, not anyone."

Different from my gentle movements, Shang Muxiao tightened his arms little by little, like a giant python about to strangle its prey, wishing to crush me and embed me in his body.