Respect is worse than obedience

When I woke up in the morning, my eyes were so sore, and the feeling of my body being wrapped in my arms made me not want to open my eyes.

This kind of warmth will still be relied on.

"Master..."

"Go out and talk." Musi let me go gently, got up and left.

I didn't open my eyes until he left the bedroom.

"Master, Grandpa seems to have bought a plane ticket for tomorrow and wants to rush over."

"Don't tell Gongqing."

The housekeeper was talking to Mu Xi in the living room, and I hid behind the door and listened quietly.

Musi, do you think hiding me like this will solve everything.

After the conversation, Musi went back to the bedroom, and I just sat there and watched him walk in.

"You're awake..." There was no expression, as if nothing had happened.

"Musi, I will leave sooner or later, you don't have to fight your father for me anymore." I didn't look at him, and looked into the distance with empty eyes.

"I won't let you go, let me tell you the truth, your leg is healed, and I don't intend to let you go!" Musi put my shoulders and asked me to look at him.

"Musi... the man who came that day kicked my leg, you know, your father, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, so I want to escape, Musi." I prayed look at him.

"Qing'er, don't be afraid, now that I have the ability, I will protect you." Musi's grip on my hand was stronger.

I laughed, "Musi, my father, because of you, my father, died at the scene of the kidnapping, you probably don't know about it..."

Mu Xi was taken aback, and let go of my hand.

"You knew already……"

"Musi, even if we are together, even if you have no responsibility, my mother, my heart will not forgive your father, do you know, if your father didn't care about the money, my father would not die for saving you .”

All that was pent up in my heart finally came out.

Musi got up and turned his back to me, "You mean, if I didn't hurt you, you would leave me because of my father."

I didn't speak.

"I see. Before my father comes tomorrow, I will send you away. The injury on your leg is almost healed now. As long as you don't get hurt when you go home, you will be fine." When I said these words, I felt his The whole body was shaking, and he was crying, but he didn't want me to see it.

I just watched him leave with his back facing me, with that broad back, I will never have another chance in the future.

"Master Gong, let me get it for you." The housekeeper stood at the door and took the things in my hand.

"Thank you." I smiled and looked towards the door.

"The young master has something to do and won't come today."

"Well, I see." Turning around, I got in the car to go home.

Instead of going home, I asked the driver to take me to Fang Yan's house. I didn't tell her a few days ago, but in my current state, I have nowhere to go, so I can't bother Xiao Yu and Ji Ying.

"Hey! You are stupid! Just let him lock you up for a week!" Fang Yan sat cross-legged on the sofa, eating fruit while teaching me a lesson.

"Didn't I hurt my leg, and I had nowhere to go, so I agreed..." I was wronged, and I didn't know how to explain it.

"Then why did he let you out? Normally, if you go in, you shouldn't be able to get out." Fang Yan looked at me suspiciously.

I……

"I was angry, so he let me go." I smiled awkwardly, but Fang Yan was quiet.

"Haruko, tell me the truth, do you still love him?"

I looked at Fang Yan who was so serious, and finally couldn't help it, tears fell down.

This made Fang Yan panic. He only comforted the girls, but he really didn't give up on the boys.

"Fang Yan, what do you think I should do? I can't forget him. My heart hurts so much. It really hurts. I can't forget him. Wow..."

Seeing me crying like this, Fang Yan hurried over to hug me to comfort me.

"Don't cry, if you like it, why don't you give yourself another chance, the chance is always in your own hands."

I didn't care about anything, I wiped my snot and tears all over Fang Yan's body.

"My father died because he saved him. His father didn't cooperate with the money, so my father died. Tell me, how can I give him a chance and give myself a chance."

Fang Yan hugged me, not talking.

Fang Yan didn't speak until I calmed down, "Qingzi, let me tell you a story, a story about a little girl."

"Once upon a time, there was a little girl who suffered from severe depression and spent every day in depression. She even thought about why she didn't die. She had no friends in college. The first thing she said to her was A boy from the design department, in the library, she still remembers very clearly, that smiling face, asked her if she had a general introduction to this book."

As Fang Yan spoke, she touched the introduction beside her hand.

"Girls don't communicate with others, but when they see a boy looking for him, they still help him. The boy is very gentle. Really, he is the gentlest one she has ever seen. She also has that smiling face in the sun, which she will never forget. "

"The girl thinks it's her liking, but she can't express it. She is autistic and never communicates with others. One day, he saw a boy on the school basketball court. The boy was standing on the edge of the basketball court and watched. The classmates heard that he had a leg injury, so he didn't play."

"After that, she wanted to know more about the boy, wanted to know him more, knew him, and she was not good at communicating, so she could only follow him every day when he came home, but it was useless. The girl found that , He always went out with good friends, so she made a big decision in her life, and until now, she still admires her courage at that time."

"She went to a fellowship, and she, who never got close to her classmates, went to a fellowship because she wanted to see his smile again,

That day, she got her wish, and she was satisfied just watching from a distance. From then on, she had her own goal. She wanted to heal herself, so that she could be as sunny and happy as a boy. "

"She was cured by a psychiatrist. Although she later learned from her classmates that boys actually don't like girls, the girl is not sad at all. She feels that as long as the boy is happy, she is very grateful. If it wasn't for him, Now, I may not be in this world anymore, really, the girl still has the wounds left by herself on her hands."

"She is really grateful, but the boy he wants to thank now is not so happy, and she doesn't know what to do, she can only tell him her own story, tell him that nothing is impossible for her, there is If you want what you want, why not get him, try your best to make yourself happy."

After listening to Fang Yan's story, I didn't speak. I knew that this was her, and that boy was me.