The president is committing suicide

In the days before the New Year, my sister was also very busy, so she entrusted herself to Xiao Mimi's care.

She thought, I’m such a grown-up now, what kind of care do I need?

But my sister video calls Ding Jiaying every day, even if she only has time to say, "How are you today? I'm fine."

Ding Jiaying was slowly nurtured by this tiny and somewhat overreactive love.

The little man in her soul was struggling to mend himself.

But Xiao Mimi was a little bit unruly. After Chen Mi left the villa, she let her boyfriend live in the room downstairs openly.

"Please have pity on him. He has no relatives here. We are taking him in for the New Year. It's too miserable for him to spend the New Year alone."

She said that more people means more pairs of chopsticks.

In the end, Shangguan Mumu was the one who did the cooking, and he even brought a full set of knives with him.

They eat and drink well, but they show off their love a little too much.

After dinner, Ding Jiaying took a cup of coffee to the fireplace, leaned in a chair and watched the snow falling outside.

The scenery in Xin An's yard is actually quite beautiful. It is obvious that he is much more cultured and tasteful than Qiao Shen.

There was a small pond made of Taihu rocks, a small pavilion on one side, and a circle of corridors with flower windows. There was a small open space in front of the courtyard. The snow had covered the traces of the blue bricks, making the plum blossom even more eye-catching.

She liked that small courtyard. Xin An said it belonged to Shen Cong a long time ago and was occupied by Shen Yunjin. She was unhappy at that time.

But now I think, I like the house, so why should I care who lived there?

We like the Forbidden City, but who really likes every person who has lived in it?

She raised her hand and saw a circle of light teeth marks on her left arm.

It healed and the color faded, but it didn't disappear completely.

At that time, she was lying on the bed talking to Shen Cong, and for no reason she wanted to taste the blood.

In the feeling of infinite emptiness, she wants to feel the pain of her own existence.

She opened her mouth and bit herself, but she didn't feel any pain. She bit deeper and deeper until her skin broke and blood started flowing. The warm blood tasted bad, like something rusty or rotten.

It's a little sweet and has a refreshing taste.

Before she could think more, Shen Cong found her and wrapped her in a bed sheet.

He stretched out his hands in front of him and begged her to punish him, even to bite him to death.

But Ding Jiaying was not interested. She stained her lips with her own blood to calm her inner anxiety.

Shen Cong's hands became numb from pinching her, but she felt sleepy and weak.

For the first time, she discovered that Shen Cong's tears were no longer a synonym for heartache to her. She felt like she was watching a fish performance through glass.

Not caring who is in the fish tank and no longer empathizing makes her feel at ease.

He cried and said that he would never disturb her again without her permission, and begged her to eat well, sleep well, and take good care of herself, saying that it was not worth it for him.

She knows.

But just like she still thinks of him now, Ding Jiaying feels that some things are destined to be unchangeable.

He is the disaster in his life, and they can only coexist together.

She allowed these memories to happen but didn't take even a single step into them.

He would call out his own name in panic, and it would still appear in his dreams, when he was occasionally alone.

But so what? Ding Jiaying has decided not to look back.

Forgetting is one's own unique skill.

Ding Jiaying will let many bad memories slowly disappear from her memory, smoothing out the details that hurt her, so that she can only remember a rough outline when she recalls them many years later.

In this way, she can protect herself well.

It just takes a process and a little time.

For example, now, she can no longer remember the face of that boy, who that boy in white shirt and black pants school uniform is. It doesn't matter whether he is handsome or when he smiles. She has also forgotten what he likes to eat and what he is allergic to.

It didn’t matter whether he said thank you or goodbye that day.

There is too much data and it is really tiring to process it.

Ding Jiaying fell asleep after a while.

Xiao Mimi came over and covered her with a blanket, then went to the game room to play games with Amu.

Now is the time to do nothing, so why not enjoy it?

Shen Cong quietly walked to the middle of the yard. Ding Jiaying curled up in the blanket like a kitten. The firelight from the fireplace flickered on her face, giving her a warm glow.

But all these could not hide the fact that she was thin, and the unhappiness between her brows could not be erased.

Night falls quickly, and it is only 4:30 when the lights come on. Ding Jiaying wakes up and grumbles that the day has passed too quickly.

Suddenly she stared outside for a moment.

"What's outside?" Xiao Mimi came over and asked.

"Nothing, is there a cat in the yard?"

Xiao Mimi thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it was a nearby civet cat passing by. Amu recently put some cat food in the yard, fearing that they wouldn't be able to find food on a snowy day."

"Oh." Ding Jiaying seemed uninterested again.

Those footprints in the yard were definitely not those of a cat, but she didn't want to check.

She locked the doors and windows and went to the kitchen to see Shangguan Mu and Xiao Mimi making a fuss.

This is much more interesting than those self-inflicted troubles.

A cruel woman. Shen Cong moved out from the darkness and followed her with his eyes until she could no longer be seen.

He should know her determination, but he is not used to it.

Shen Cong returned to the car, shivering all over. The driver asked where he was going. His master called and said he hoped to go home for dinner.

"Don't worry about it, go back."

"Yes."

The word "home" may have some meaning to others, but to him, it has nothing.

"Have you ever seen a bird that can't fly?"

"You mean penguin?"

"They say eating fish is healthy, but it grows so fat."

"It's so cold, how can you survive without gaining weight?"

"Yes, then eating fish can't help you lose weight."

“This conclusion is very tricky.”

Xiao Mimi was speechless when she saw Ding Jiaying telling these jokes now, and she seemed a little silly for cooperating with the performance.

But Ding Jiaying is really thinking seriously. When she feels cold, she should reduce her activities and store fat like penguins to resist the cold. When she feels sad, she should store happiness to resist consumption.

The next day, just after dawn, Ding Jiaying knocked on Xiao Mimi's door and asked to take them skiing.

Xiao Mimi, who opened the door awkwardly, had a familiar smell of pleasure.

"Before I went to bed, I saw Amu in the room downstairs. Where is he now..."

"When did you become so gossipy?" Xiao Mimi closed the door in embarrassment.

"Five minutes, hurry up."

"Know it."

The car was driving very fast, and Xiao Mimi finally arrived at the destination with trepidation.

Just after she breathed a sigh of relief, Xiao Mimi's heart began to wrench up again.

Nothing happened on the way. After only ten minutes of skiing at the ski resort, Miss Ding fell and passed out.

Her scalp was tingling and she was sweating coldly. Ding Jiaying should definitely go to worship this year. Why is her luck so unlucky!