"Got it." She hung up the phone, turned off the computer screen, went to the bathroom, and saw herself in the mirror. She asked herself, do I love him or not?
When the concert started, Jin Lu saw her parents and Xia Yue, but her seat was empty.
She drove to the theater entrance, even putting on her makeup and gown. But she didn't go in, knowing that if she showed up at the concert, it would give Jin Lu a new reason to think about her. She didn't want to torture him anymore, nor did she want to embarrass herself like this. She chose to leave, unknowingly driving to the courtyard.
Aunt Lin had just finished cleaning the kitchen and came out to throw something away. She saw Ouyang's car parked at the door and knocked on the window: "Ouyang, why don't you come in?"
She opened the door and got out of the car, looking at Aunt Lin: "I drove here without realizing it."
"Come in," she asked. "Have you eaten yet?"
"have eaten."
"Sir, Ouyang is here." Aunt Lin said to the people in the room.
Ouyang sat on a chair in the yard, feeling very cool as soon as he came in. Above his head were bunches of grapes, carefully tended.
"Why are you here?" Zhuo Qiang came out of the house.
"Why, you're not welcome?"
"What are you talking about?" Zhuo Qiang pointed at the grapes overhead. "The grapes are very good this year." He turned and called out, "Auntie Lin, pick two bunches of grapes down."
"immediately."
Zhuo Qiang looked at her attire and didn't think she had come all the way to the courtyard. "What's the matter? Are you worried about something?"
She leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and sniffed the dew around her: "Jin Lu showed me something."
"What?"
“When I was sick before,” she said, “there were those videos of him staying by my side.”
"It's very touching, right?" Zhuo Qiang looked at her. This kind-hearted girl still didn't want to hurt anyone.
"I guess so." Ouyang opened his eyes. "Uncle Zhuo, you said you loved Mu Zishan so much, so why didn't you end up together?"
Zhuo Qiang didn't answer her question right away. Instead, Shan asked her, "If you were asked to give up what you want to do now for Jin Lu, would you be willing?"
She shook her head.
"Your mother wouldn't give up her career for me," he said very calmly, "but your father did it. He made such a smart and talented woman give birth to a child in an inconspicuous corner."
"Uncle Zhuo..."
"Love requires two people. If only one person loves and gives, then it's not love," Zhuo Qiang looked at her. "Just like Jin Lu, he loves you and is willing to give anything for you, but you don't think it's wonderful. Instead, this kind of giving brings you pressure and guilt. That kind of love is selfish."
He said it was simple, but only the person involved knows that letting go is much more difficult than giving.
"He had a performance today, but when I got to the door, I didn't want to go in."
"Child, you're doing the right thing." Zhuo Qiang took the things from Aunt Lin's hand and placed them on the small table between them. "If you know you can't give him anything, don't leave him with hope."
With Zhuo Qiang's analysis, Ouyang felt much better: "Actually, I don't hate him."
"Yeah, you had a good time after all."
"What should I do?"
"As long as you don't want to be with him, try not to contact him."
She nodded.
Zhuo Qiang smiled. To a man, she was like a deadly poison; once contaminated, there was no getting rid of her. The two of them sat in silence, the sound of the wind becoming noticeably louder.
Here, Ouyang's heart always becomes peaceful: "Uncle Zhuo, don't be alone all the time. There are so many people who like you. Just pick one you like and don't stay alone in this courtyard."
"Ouyang," he patted her head, "when you meet someone you love deeply, you won't feel as lonely as your uncle Zhuo did."
"What?" Ouyang teased him, "Are you still thinking about my mom?"
He just smiled and didn't talk about the past or the future.
It was already very late when she returned home at night. When she reached the door of the apartment, she always felt that someone was following her. When she looked back, there was no one there.
She opened the door and went in, shutting out the outside world. She was tired after not sleeping for a day. In her dream, it seemed as if someone was calling her name, but when she opened her eyes, it was already daybreak and there was no one around her.
"Ouyang," someone called her name outside the door, "Ouyang, open the door."
She opened the door and Xia Yue rushed in: "What the hell?"
"It's worse than seeing a ghost." He quickly closed the door. "Tell me, whose dog is it that you don't like?"
She thought of the Tibetan Mastiff of her neighbor next door and smiled timidly: "That's a Tibetan Mastiff."
"Tibetan Mastiff?" Xia Yue couldn't stand it any longer, her scalp tingling. "Then we should have kept an even closer eye on it. What if it hurts someone?"
"I think it's good. It can also protect us from bad people."
"Forget it," Xia Yue walked in, "I didn't come here to argue with you about this. Your godmother asked me to bring you something before she left."
"What?"
"Food!" Xia Yue patted her chest, still recovering from the shock. "What else can they give you?"
"Put it in the refrigerator." Ouyang pointed.
"Put it in your own hands," Xia Yue handed the bag to her, "I'm not your babysitter."
"Hey," Ouyang rolled his eyes at him, "I think you're here to cause me trouble."
Wang Yao and his wife left early this morning. They only asked Xia Yue to take them to the airport, and did not inform anyone else. They just prepared some food for the children and asked Xia Yue to deliver it personally. He had just come from Jin Lu's house, and it was almost lunchtime. He asked, "What are you eating later?"
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