Divergent

On the evening of a week after we broke up, her voice came from outside the window.When I walked to the window, I saw that she was sitting with a friend on the slope opposite my balcony, with wine bottles in front of her.She said to her friend while drinking: "You know, his home is opposite. He doesn't want me anymore. I really don't understand why he likes that woman....I really love him. I cried until late at night. I always pretended to be strong in front of him, and I pretended to be indifferent.... Well, he is probably watching the news at home now, it’s okay, he can’t hear it. (She actually remembered this I have the habit of watching the news at that time! But not today, I have been hiding behind the curtains and listening to her speech.)..." She has been talking to her friends, and I feel very sorry for her current appearance.It was I who hurt her, such a kind girl, she shouldn't have to bear this.

I decided to go downstairs to find her, and I wanted to tell her: I have been listening to what she said just now, and I still love her.

But the moment I pushed the door open, I stopped walking out again.The phrase "short-term pain is worse than long-term pain" suddenly popped up in my mind, forget it, let her go, it will be fine when we get through it.

Yes, at that time, I was as cold-blooded as if possessed by a demon.He obviously loves her deeply but refuses to look back.

Maybe at that time, I really had nowhere to go. I had already hurt one person, so I didn't want to hurt another innocent person.Jiang doesn't know anything, and I don't want her to be a scapegoat for our love.Although this is very unfair, I have to choose to hurt that little pig, sorry.

Sorry

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When I was still debating whether to go downstairs and chase her back, she was already packing up the wine bottles on the floor with her friends.

She drank a little too much and walked crookedly on the way back.She looked up to the sky, opened her throat and called my name... like a madman.I was a little surprised, she yelled, and my eyes were a little bit red.

But I still endured the pain and didn't look back.

I think of a sentence she once said, she said that I have always been her drunken cry.I was skeptical then, but now I know she wasn't lying to me.

What can I say?It's because I didn't cherish the opportunity to reconcile, so I wanted to let go.I don't blame anyone but myself.

I have nothing to say...

In the second week after the breakup, I put all the things she gave me back under the street lamp in a plastic bag and returned them to her.Including the string of wind chimes.

She took one look at me, took the bag and headed straight for the trash can.She threw the presents that she had given me in the trash can very smartly.Then he clapped his hands and left.I stood there and shouted angrily to her: "Then when will I return my jersey?" She didn't turn her head and said, "I will return it!" (But she still hasn't returned the jersey to me, maybe Has been thrown by her.)

I didn't go upstairs immediately, I knew it wasn't her, I knew she still loved me.She can't become free and easy overnight, that's just a fake, I think, she will definitely come back.So I hid in the dark downstairs and waited for her.

It's ridiculous to say that I hurt her so much, but I still have the face to think she still loves me.

But as I expected, it didn't take long before she tiptoed back.

She reached the trash can and turned out the gift bag again.My heart was suddenly slashed by something, like a slap in the face.I held back my tears and went out to call her back. When she saw me, she hid the package behind her in a panic. I asked her knowingly: "What are you holding in your hand?" She faltered Answer: "No...it's nothing, I picked it up on the road..." After speaking, he ran away quickly.

Although I am expressionless at this moment, my heart is already in a mess.What a silly girl, what's wrong with me?I want to cry.

In the third week of the breakup, she began to change the way I reconciled with her.She no longer begged me, but tried her best to threaten, saying: "Weng Wensheng, you can treat me like this. You asked for it. I will make you never see Jiang again. I will kidnap her." , Believe it or not... just wait and see."

I was afraid that she would really do something stupid and reason with her for many days.But she didn't listen to a word.There is no way, I really can't stand her like this, one day I told her directly: "Yao Qian, it's all my fault, she is innocent, why are you attacking me!" On the phone, she yelled like crazy: "Okay, you said it! Let's choose a place to meet. Didn't I say we're here for you? Oh, okay."

Not long after I waited on the school playground, I saw her coming in from the gate. She stared at me with chilly eyes. Her eyes were no longer as clear and transparent as a lake. On the contrary, they looked like a mouthful dry well.

She walked straight to me, her steps were fast, and the dry well in her eyes seemed to be burning with anger.

——"Crack!!!" Before I could react, her left hand hit me hard on the face!The right side of my face can clearly feel the pain, almost numb.I couldn't imagine that she, who acted like a weak willow supporting the wind, could hit me in the face with so much force that I almost lost all feeling on the right side of my face.

I opened my mouth wide and looked at her. Is that her who used to blush when holding hands?She turned her head and walked out of the school.I stood there, my mind blank.

There is always a fine line between love and hate.

Since then, we have deleted all contact information of each other, and we will still walk on that narrow path countless times.But we no longer held hands, no longer sang, we became strangers, just passing by.Every time I pass by her, my heart hurts.

After a long, long time like this, she didn't find that girl, and of course she didn't kidnap her.She still plays with my little sister, but she just walks away whenever she sees me.