Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

No one likes you.

No one will ever like you.

——Stop saying that.

Mu Zening felt that Tangtang was just a child living in chaos, driven by ghosts to do things since she was a child. She had no moral values ​​or basic sense of social norms. To tell her the principles of justice and love, she would not understand .

But if you tell her that no one likes her and no one loves her, she will understand and hate her.

The anger on Mu Zi's face gradually faded.

She looked at Mu Zening indifferently and asked, "Did you treat Qiao Jingjia the same way back then?"

Mu Zening frowned.

Mu Zi said like a formula: "Qiao Jingjia is a poor child with no father and no mother. She lived in the home of her elders from childhood and suffered a lot of blindness. Through her own efforts, she finally entered the prosecutor's office, and the procuratorate rarely admitted a female worker. , Qiao Jingjia is the hardest one inside.

But she fell in love with a married man. In order not to cause trouble to the other party, she was struggling to suppress. When she saw that the other party was injured because of her own injury, she finally couldn't bear it. She asked for help for the other party's treatment and concealed his wife.

What a kind and gentle woman, right? I want to treat you wholeheartedly without destroying your family. I can’t refuse, right?

Mu Zening, their pity is their business, this is not a reason to hurt me!

Have you ever wondered how it felt when I came back to see my husband and my assistant hugging each other?

Have you ever thought about how it feels when Tangtang gets into my stomach and makes me lose my life to give birth to a ghost?

They are very pitiful, what about me? Should I be treated like this? ! ! "

After Mu Zi finished speaking, his eyes were already red, there were no tears, only anger.

Mu Zening looked at her calmly.

Perhaps mentioning Qiao Jingjia again made him embarrassed, and Mu Zening's pale complexion flushed with red tide, as if burning with anger.

Mu Zi thought he would say something.

But he just stared at her, his chest rising and falling with his breath, and walked out of the room without a word for a long time.

...

From this day on, they became more silent.

Mu Zening didn't speak, and Mu Zi didn't have much to say. From morning to night, except for meeting during dinner, he stayed in his room the rest of the time.

In this lifeless house, the only vitality comes from Tangtang’s talking, laughing, running, and the sound of animation.

Want to be ironic, the one who lives most like a person, but not an individual.

After a few days, it is Christmas.

There is no festival atmosphere in the village, and they will not deliberately buy things for the festival.

Without a Christmas tree and no gifts, Mu Zening piled up a big snowman for Tangtang, put on a scarf and hat, and found two dead branches to put them in the snowball as hands. Tangtang liked it very much, and Mu Zening’s I was in a good mood, and there was a little smile on his face after somber days.

Standing in the snow, he casually lit a cigarette, smoking it while watching Tangtang running around in the yard.

If you don't know them, seeing this scene will probably feel very warm.

But Mu Zi only felt illusory.

She stood by the window, staring silently at the sky outside, her long-dead situation was about to drive people crazy.

She became more and more impatient and restless. Whenever she wanted to calm down and think about countermeasures, her thoughts would turn into resentment and resentment.

Reason, almost exhausted in this captivity.

Not long after Christmas, Mu Zi was out of confinement, and Mu Zening showed compassion, unfastened her fetters and allowed her to spend an hour outside every day.

The absence of fetters does not mean that there are fewer restraints.

Tangtang will follow her, and those looming ghosts will follow her, around her feet, like a shadow.