After a long, long time, Liang Yuhuai finally plucked up the courage to ask An An: "Why were you with Lao Zhou at that time?"
"No reason!" An An's eyes darkened and he walked away in an evasive manner.
"Do you love Lao Zhou so much?" Liang Yuhuai felt that since he asked, he would get the answer he wanted.
"Hahaha, how can there be any love!" An An suddenly laughed loudly. "You know, Lao Zhou was very rich at that time, with lots and lots of money..."
"Oh, just for money!" Liang Yuhuai said this quickly enough. After all, this was the answer he had been thinking for decades. Hearing An An say this, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. He was happy and sad, happy and embarrassed.
"So... Lao Zhou is so rich and willing to spend money on me. Even if the money he spends on me is just a drop in the bucket, he really spends it on me." An An said in a low voice, like mumbling to himself. "Do you know? I felt like the sky was going to fall. Everyone told me, 'An An, you have to be strong, you will definitely be able to get through this.' Only Lao Zhou said to me, 'An An, I feel sorry for you. Come, let me hug you.' I am very grateful to you friends for your kindness. Liang's comfort, but I really needed a shoulder to lean on. I also know that it was shameful for me to do that, so I deserve to be scolded for so many years." An An said the last sentence very neatly. After being scolded for so long, her self-esteem has already changed. Perhaps earlier, she understood that self-esteem cannot be eaten.
The secret joy in Liang Yuhuai's heart also disappeared without a trace at this moment. An An didn't blame him at all, but he finally understood how abominable his superior etiquette, justice and shame were.
What Liang Yuhuai didn't say was, An'an, I wanted to hug you at that time, but I felt like I couldn't hold you.
I also thought about hugging you.
However, what Liang Yuhuai probably never knew in this life was that if he had reached out to hug her at that time, she would have jumped into his embrace without hesitation.
The warmth of the hug comes from bravery, but he has never been able to reach out.
More than ten years ago, young people's passion came silently...
More than ten years later, the powerlessness of adults is deafening...
PS: Think about it for a moment (this is really a wrong view. When people are helpless, it is really easy to go astray in other people's words. We always live in other people's words. But sometimes I really question whether right and wrong are really so clear? It seems that right people are also wrong, and wrong people are also innocent.)
Intention: Momojiji, you deserve to miss it
