Chapter 581 Pastries (4)

She never mentions the suffering she has endured, but instead smiles at those who care about her. This is Wanyu, and this is also Luo Ling.

Shen Miao said: “Is it so difficult to admit that I am not very happy in my heart, and I haven’t let it go. I feel wronged, angry, angry, and resentful?”

Luo Ling was stunned.

“Cousin Ling doesn’t seem to be planning to blame anyone.” Shen Miao said, “If you’re not planning to blame others, then you’re planning to blame yourself, right?”

Luo Ling stared at Shen Miao for a moment, then suddenly gave a wry smile: “Cousin, do you have to be so direct when you speak?”

"Cousin, you're being too roundabout." Shen Miao said, "It's the same as your feelings. If you don't blame others, you blame yourself. Similarly, you don't say anything or mention anything. Do you want me to blame myself and feel guilty for the rest of my life, or to be unable to rest in peace because of this matter for the rest of my life?"

Luo Ling was startled: "Cousin..."

"Cousin Ling, do you think that if you act as if nothing happened, everyone will feel relaxed and ignore the injury on your right hand, and everything will be happy? No, you're hiding it in your heart. If you're unhappy and unhappy, then no one else will be happy either." Shen Miao's voice was gentle, but her words were sharp. She said, "Life is only a few short decades long. Compromising is certainly a way of living, but sometimes, being a little unrestrained isn't necessarily a bad thing. Why do you have to compromise yourself for others? If you're unhappy, just say it out. You can be angry, hate, and complain. It's no big deal."

This was probably the first time Luo Ling had heard such a statement, and he found it somewhat difficult to accept. He carefully examined Shen Miao as if he were meeting her for the first time. Luo Ling's impression of this little cousin was that she had a clear distinction between love and hate, was young but had a big heart, and seemed gentle but stubborn. However, these words gave Luo Ling a new understanding of Shen Miao. Deep down, she still had a disdain for worldly etiquette.

It seems that the so-called kindness and justice are not worth mentioning in her eyes.

"Who should I hate? Who should I blame? Who should I be angry with?" Luo Ling asked.

"You can blame me, because it's because of me that you fell into someone else's trap. You can hate the mastermind behind the scenes, because it was those people who caused you to get hurt. You can even be angry that no doctor in the city of Dingjing can cure your injury, they are all quacks who are deceiving the world and stealing their reputation. The only person you shouldn't blame is yourself." Shen Miao said: "Good people always blame themselves, and bad people always blame others, but bad people have always had an easier life than good people. So if you can make yourself happy, what's the point of being sad about blaming others?"

Luo Ling laughed and said, "Little cousin, are you comforting me?"

“Yes.” Shen Miao said: “I said so much just to let you not bury everything in your heart.”

Luo Ling sighed, "Yes, after this incident, I was indeed unhappy, unhappy, and uncomfortable. But my aunt and uncle were already blaming themselves, and I couldn't make things worse. Tan'er was worried about me, and I couldn't let her worry all day too. I only blame myself, thinking that I didn't practice martial arts diligently enough, which is why I got hurt. I blame myself for not being smart enough, which is why I was easily taken advantage of."

"So where are you now?" Shen Miao asked.

"My little cousin's persuasive approach is unique, and it just suits my taste." Luo Ling quipped, "Perhaps you're right. It's not because of me, and I'm not the one I should be angry and resentful of."

"Holding a grudge and getting angry is not what you should do in the end." Shen Miao said: "Since your right hand can't be used, why not try your left hand?"

Luo Ling was stunned.

“I heard that there was a general in the previous dynasty who was brave and skilled in fighting. Later, he had his right hand cut off by a local general on the battlefield. People thought he had given up, but unexpectedly, he began to connect his left hand and later created the unique ‘Left-Hand Sword Technique’.” Shen Miao smiled slightly: “What do you think, cousin Ling?”