Win Wayne

Iceland's days are short and the nights long.

Wen and Connor stayed in the aurora. This kind of situation that it was not too late, but the sky turned dark early, could easily confuse the concept of time for people who do not usually live in Iceland.

It may be because of this reason that when Wen went back and saw the specific time, he was so shocked that he couldn't be more shocked.

"We were blowing the cool wind in the sky for nearly four hours just now." She murmured, "I feel so stupid."

"You guys are just blowing the cool breeze to watch the aurora." Wendy said blankly, "Four hours is not the point, what's stupid is your inaction."

"What else do you want us to do?"

Wendy raised her eyebrows.

"...Do you know? You always choose the most wrong way of confrontation." Wen turned over, "If most of your family members are flirtatious, then your flirtatious flirtatiousness will not seem like resistance at all. It's more like your nature born out of environmental influences; if running away from your family is the norm, then you running away from home doesn't work."

Wendy sneered: "How do you know that's not my nature?"

"Okay, Wendy, don't quibble." Wen said with a touch of melancholy, "I will bear most of your pain for you. You can't lie to me."

"..."

"If I can't feel your happiness, don't you have moments of happiness?"

"...Of course there is. But my happiness is private... Only pain will be conveyed to you." Wendy said.

"Talk to me?"

"..."

"I know you don't like to talk about your past, but you only let me bear the pain. I asked you how you felt when you were happy, but you refused to even say it." Wen knew how to persuade Wendy, "It's immoral, Right."

"...Yes, I know." Wendy said slowly, "What do you want to hear?"

"There is no limit, it can happen anytime." Wen said briskly, "I'm ready, please."

Wendy was silent for a long time, unable to tell whether she was searching for memories or whether she should tell Wen about this.

She finally opened her mouth: "When I was very young, maybe five or six years old, I had a friend who was not very good."

This is new, Wen thought, she had never seen it in her dream.

She asked, "Who?"

"you do not need to know."

"Then did you still keep in touch afterwards?"

"For sure." Wendy said ambiguously, "I say this because people will change, and she will change too. The person who got in touch with me later is no longer the friend I was at the beginning."

Wen urged her: "Keep talking, I'm listening."

"She's my only friend, so - she's also my best friend." Wendy said, "Her personality is different from mine. She's more cheerful, has a bad temper, and explodes at a point. She's that A type of quarrel that always wins, scolding the other party every now and then."

"She is also a good friend. She helps me every time I am targeted and I don't know what to do. She comforts me when I am sad, and she is more angry than me when I am angry. When I am alone and scared She will chat with me." Wendy spoke more and more slowly, "I listen to her very much. Whenever I encounter a problem that I don't know how to do, I always listen to her advice."

Wen Yan stared at Wendy strangely.

Wendy is very sensitive to this kind of sight, she folded her arms vigilantly: "What?"

"I didn't feel any positive emotions. That's not surprising," Wen said. "Interestingly, I felt a lot of negative emotions."

Fear, worry, anger.

Plenty of pain and destructiveness, though never uncommon in Wendy's mood.

Rare guilt that is so strong that it pierces the heart.

Such thick guilt, so strong that Wen even felt uncomfortable.

"Don't tell me." Wendy raised her voice violently, "Don't tell me!"

"...Okay, okay," Wen replied strangely, "I didn't intend to say it either."

Wendy had too many negative emotions, and she was just shocked by this unprecedented sense of guilt. What exactly did Wendy do to her friend? Could it be that he ruined the other's family?

No, this level of guilt and self-loathing... isn't just about family destruction.

If the other party was originally a carefree rich lady like her, then Wendy at least caused the other party's family company to go bankrupt, and the parents committed suicide by jumping off the building in front of their young daughter. After being rescued, he was not only permanently disabled but also mentally disturbed.

Even if Wendy is a glass heart, at least she must have gotten to this level to be worthy of such strong guilt and self-loathing.

Originally, Wen wanted to ask Wendy what he did, but now it seems that it's okay, what she wants to know is the happy part, not the painful part.

"Then what?" she asked.

"She is my best friend." Wendy smiled, and there was a very sincere joy in this smile: "For a while, I thought she was my patron saint. We study together, play together, and she gives me the best in my life. Happiest experience."

"She goes to the same school as you." Wen interjected curiously.

"Yes." Wendy's smile narrowed, "You know "Swan Lake", right? I dance the part of the white swan, and she dances the part of the black swan."

"I know." Wen kicked his legs flexibly, "I'll give Natasha a short jump."

"...she was a little crazy girl, crazy and selfish, and I became less gentle and ladylike under her influence. The teacher at the school reflected this situation to my father, so my father asked me why I couldn't hand in school at school. To a friend, I didn't tell him I already had a friend."

"But I never bothered with my best friend again. She influenced me."

"It's reasonable that a friend can't compare to a father. This is something you can do, and I'm not surprised at all." Wen laughed, "But you must now know who is more reliable between a friend and a father. "

"At first I ignored her, and then I tried to talk to her, but she ignored me again." Wendy said, "I still talk to her. When I am sad, when I am wronged, When I have a problem and don't know what to do..."

"I don't feel that you regard her as a friend." She said warmly, "It sounds like she is a tool that you only remember when you need it."

"..."

Wen raised his hands: "Okay, I won't interrupt, you can continue."

"She is ignoring me again, but I can feel that things have changed, she has become more ruthless, and her temper has become worse. This time I was very careful to control myself from her influence, and she didn't mind it. point." Wendy said, "I maintained our friendship very carefully until I was kidnapped when I got back to Gotham—she was with me, and she was kidnapped too."

Wen Xin wanted to see that that friend was not only a tool person, but also an unlucky person who was involved by Wendy.

"I was so scared that I couldn't speak, but she had the audacity to talk to the kidnapper. The guy who kidnapped us was a lunatic - but she and the lunatic hit it off."

Wen Xin thought that this person who is very close to the lunatic is your friend, okay? You yourself are not very normal.

"I was bleeding." Wendy said, "so I don't know exactly what happened at that time, I just remember that when I woke up, I was in the hospital, and the housekeeper was taking care of me. Later, I vaguely heard from the news and my father's I can feel it in my attitude, she saved me."

Wen held up his hand.

"You said."

"These memories make you feel happy?" Wen paused, "Your negative emotions are almost overflowing."

"Very pleasant." Wendy replied, "The unpleasant parts are...all my own problems."

"Then what?" Wen guessed, "Your father forbids you to contact your friends?"

"..."

"I really guessed it. God, your attitude is too human." Wen commented, "The person who can defeat the lunatic is the same type as the lunatic in your eyes. In fact, I can't help but think so, But if a lunatic saves me, anyone in the world can be afraid of her, but I have no right to be afraid of her."

Wendy obviously couldn't bear it.

The strange thing is that she didn't utter bad words this time, saying something normal like "why don't you die".She closed her eyes as if escaping, her expression was so fragile that it was pitiful.

"I've always liked her." Wendy didn't know whether to justify or said to herself, "She is my only friend. She is my... best friend."

"You may have never thought about it in this direction, but your character and your behavior are simply a copy of your father." Wen said, "They love you and hurt you. You treat the people you love in the same way."

"I found it." Wendy said, "I found it, but I can't change it."

"Oh." Wen replied in surprise.

"That's why I don't really hate them, my father, my older brothers, my younger brothers...I don't hate everyone." Wendy said, "I can't change it."

They also cannot be changed.

"That's not what I wanted," she said.

This is not the result they want.

"The last time I ran away from home was not to make them regret or... to make them suffer." Wendy said, "I..."

She stared deeply at Wen, and tears seemed to glisten in her eyes.

I feel sorry for a lot of people, but you are the hardest person for me.

Wen didn't know what Wendy didn't say, she guessed: "So you left your own world so that your best 'friend' could get rid of you? To prevent you from going to her again when you are in a bad mood?"

"Probably." Wendy said in a low voice.

"I just don't understand why she always wants to help you," Wen said.

You were born for this.

Wendy said, "She's used to it."

"I don't really like that reasoning," Wen said, "but it's a very convincing reasoning... Just like you can't change yourself, she can't change this habit."

Wendy didn't respond for a while.

She looked at the aurora outside the window, her expression made Wen unpredictable.

But the negative emotions in her heart did disappear, and she became very peaceful, as if she had already made a decision, and she was relieved of the burden that had bound her for a long time.

"Are you sure it's him?"

"I'm not sure." Wen knew who Wendy was talking about, she shrugged easily, "Who can be sure?"

Then she said: "But life is so short, why not try?"

"Probably not worth trying."

"I don't think so much, I only think about it at the time." Wen said, "I don't regret it either, I know it's worth it the moment I make a decision."

"Everything?"

"Everything is," Wen said affirmatively.