Chapter 247

What should you do when you scare others?

I have no idea.

But the doctor gave me an injection when I was scared. I thought if there was really no other way, maybe I could do the same to him.

I won't hurt him.

Giving him the shot would just make him less scared, or maybe that was the case.

If he doesn't think it's good, I won't do it.

No one will love him more than I do, who calls him my friend?

And he is my only and first friend.

He is special, more special than anyone else in the world.

I really want to say this to him every day.

Don't leave me.

But I don't know what kind of grades he wants me to get.

I asked him tentatively.

He said as long as I was happy, I didn't know what happiness meant.

I was happy when I saw him, but he obviously wouldn't allow me to do that.

So I asked my classmates at school what kind of grades would make their parents happy or they themselves happy. They said as long as they got first place, they would be happy.

I studied very hard and got the first place in the exam. I went to see him with the first place score, but he didn't look very happy when he looked at the score.

I felt like he suspected I was cheating, but there was no reason for him to suspect me, especially since I wasn't.

I had no idea why this was happening until I heard the sound coming back from the monitor he was carrying with him.

He should have told me earlier that someone was causing trouble for him. What was even more strange was that those people were causing trouble for him just because I got first place in the exam.

I solved those people's problems.

They can no longer appear in front of my friends because they are now in the hospital, and if they don't take good care of themselves, they will end up in the morgue soon.

If they are willing to mend their ways, they may be able to return home.

I don't want to meddle in other people's affairs, so I can guarantee that whether they live or die in the future has nothing to do with me.

But one of them died, and someone actually found his way to my friend.

I couldn't believe they could go that far, but I sent them back again.

They had an accident on the road, it's not my fault.

Who told them to travel so late at night, especially when it was raining, driving a broken car, drinking and speeding?

You're still looking for trouble with others in this state.

They chose their own way of death, so how can you blame others?

If they weren't here to cause trouble, it wouldn't matter at all.

The rest of the time I'm still normal.

I left school as fast as I could and with the best grades.

My friends looked at my grades and seemed a little worried about my future.

I asked him what he was thinking and he said maybe I should find a job.

I asked him what kind of job he thought would be suitable for me.

He said he didn't know.

What a coincidence, I didn’t know either.

"I'm a little hungry, can we eat first?"

My friend asked me.

"Of course."

I said.

Then I'll be a cook.

First I opened a store, then I worked as a chef in this store, I earned enough money, I opened a new store, and I became a big boss in the catering industry.

After that, I cooked next to my friend. He never said the food was bad, but I found it strange that his expression didn't look very satisfied when he ate.

But what's wrong? I still don't know.

“Maybe we should take some time apart.

Your money should be enough for you to buy a new house.

You've been living here for a long time. I'm not trying to kick you out, but don't you think this house is weird?"

My friend asked me.

I paused holding the spoon, then scooped out the Tremella soup and handed it to him, smiling at him: "I added a little sugar, I hope you like it."

He took the bowl and nodded.

I stared at him. I knew a normal person shouldn't do that, but I couldn't understand why he wanted to kick me out.

He never cared about this before.

Did someone say something to him that shouldn't have been said?

I should have told them to get out.

“How does it taste?”

I asked my friend with a smile.

"Very good. Better than the bowl you gave me last time."

My friend smiled at me.

He looked a little nervous.

What is he nervous about?

Is he afraid of me? What have I done recently? Why can't I remember anything that would require him to be like this?

"You think this room is weird, where is it?"

I asked my friend.

"It feels like someone is always watching me. And it feels like my voice can be heard by others."

My friend said with his head down.

So that's the way it is, of course, because I was looking at him.

I listen to his voice all the time because I can't live without it, and I did before, but he didn't seem to notice it at all.

Now, he finally realized something was wrong.

"Then let's move to another house."

I said to him.

"I thought maybe it would be better if we lived separately."

My friend said to me.

"Then we can live separately. But I want to live next door to you. You won't stop me from doing that, right?"

I asked him.

"You just live next door to me, who am I to stop you?"

My friend smiled at me, more flustered than before.

I suspected he wanted to fall in love, but after much thought, I couldn't figure out who he could possibly like.

The people around him are a bunch of ugly people. The women are all powdered and the men are big and strong. There is nothing good about them. What is it that he likes about them?

I frowned unconsciously.

"Don't be sad, if you're not happy, forget it."

My friend suddenly looked up at me.

He has always been like this, always knowing when I am sad and when I am happy.

Even so, he always said that the longer time went by, the less he knew what I was thinking.

This is normal. If he can see me and know what I am thinking after such a long time, there is only one possibility: I do not hide anything in front of him.

But that is no longer possible.

If I don't hide anything, he will definitely be scared. I am hiding things now and he is afraid of me, let alone if I tell him everything.

To be honest, I don't dare to do that.

"Let's have a fight."

My friend suddenly said to me.

I don't understand what he means.

“Because when I was leaving get off work, I saw a couple quarreling on the roadside, and it suddenly occurred to me that my classmates, my colleagues, and my friends had all told me about the quarrels in their families.

But we never quarreled, it was like we had never lived together.

But you know, we've been living together all our lives. How can someone live together all their lives and never have a fight?

This is not normal, we are not strangers.

I felt a little uneasy and we had a quarrel.

Maybe I’ll feel better after that.”

He looked at me, not mocking me.

I agreed to his request for a fight.

"You always hide from me, why? You always have something going on lately, why do you have so many things going on? What are you doing behind my back? Have you started to dislike me?"

My friend asked me.

"It's not what you think. I will never hate you, not in the past and not now.

I'm not avoiding you. I do have things to do. If you think those things are unnecessary, then I won't do them.

I can survive without doing those things.

If you hate me, I can't live."

I lowered my head and answered him.

"I don't believe you. You must be lying. How can someone not be able to survive after losing another person? You are lying to me. You never lied to me before."

My friend looked at me, and there was a flash of disappointment in his eyes. I stood up suddenly. I didn't want to see him like this, and it wasn't my intention to disappoint him.

"I didn’t."

I wanted to explain something, but when I moved my lips, I could only utter these three pale words.

"Then what proof do you have? Do you expect me to believe you just because you say so?"

My friend asked me as he was tidying up the table.

I hesitated.

"I can do anything you ask me to do. What proof do you want me to give?"

I asked him.

"Then travel with me. I want to travel around the world. If after traveling around the world, I still think you didn't lie to me, then you didn't lie to me."

my friend replied.

"What if you think I lied to you?"

I was filled with panic, but I suppressed it all and just smiled a little, a little stiffly, but my acting skills were very good now, so he didn't seem to notice anything was wrong.

I stared at him closely, just as I had stared at him before entering the hospital.

"If I thought you were lying to me, I would never be friends with you again. Never see you again. Never talk to you. Never use anything from you. Never touch you."

My friend said to me.

He was looking at me when he said those words.

My hair stood on end and I felt cold all over, as if there was a ball of stiff steamed bread stuck in my throat. I couldn't utter a word and I even felt like vomiting.

I'm freezing cold.

I can never accept that kind of future, absolutely not.

But what should a normal person do at this time? I don't know.

"I'm just kidding. If you make me unhappy, I'll just never see you again."

My friend smiled at me.

That's even more terrifying.

I forced a smile at him.

I think even if I don't look in the mirror now, I know what my expression looks like.

He wants to travel, so I'll go with him.

We started from the nearest place and went to everywhere in the world.

I open a store wherever I go, firstly as a commemoration, and secondly because it is a place I have personally researched, which is always better than an unfamiliar place.

It can't be a wasted trip.

However, if my friends were by my side, my life would not be lived in vain.

However, I can't stick to him like a sticker, that would be too much.

I know he needs freedom, and I also know he needs space to move around.