Chapter 248

I know I shouldn't make him sad. If I control him, he will be sad, so I control myself in everything.

I thought that as time went by, I would become more normal, but it seems that I haven't.

He didn't say anything to me and seemed to think this kind of life was normal, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

While traveling, we passed a brand new car store and he took a look inside.

"Do you want to go in and take a look? Let's go in and take a look together."

I said to him.

"Actually, I'm not really interested. If you don't want to go in, forget it. Let's go back early and have something to eat. I'm a little hungry."

My friend pulled me and tried to stop me from entering the store.

If he doesn't want me to go, then I won't go.

"Let's go back and eat."

My friend said to me.

"Okay, what shall we have for lunch?"

I asked him.

"How about pork sausage wrapped in seaweed and shrimp paste? It sounds delicious, and you haven't made it for me yet."

My friend answered me.

I nodded.

After dinner, he suddenly grabbed me.

"Let's go and have a look at that thing. It's better to have a car of your own than to have nothing at all."

My friend said to me.

Of course I agreed with him and went to the store with him.

This store is big and new.

The salesman really wants to sell a car.

We bought one and I drove.

I drove back to my residence, and within two days, I was ready to go to the next destination, and I was driving again.

"I can drive too. Let me do it after a while."

My friend said to me.

"I see."

I replied.

Just as we were about to hand over, a boy ran over and knocked on the car door.

"Do you two need a driver? I can drive for you. I can drive for a long time. As long as you pay me, I can drive for you. You all know what driving is. It's a very simple job."

The man said to us.

He was blocking the door and it looked like he wasn't going to leave for a while. To save trouble, I decided to let him drive for me.

My friend disagreed at first, but I said it would save some time. He looked at me, sighed, and agreed.

He is always willing to follow my arrangements and is considerate of me. I am very happy and grateful to him.

If the facts prove that my choice was wrong, because the man who came up and said he wanted to drive us was a robber, and he contacted his accomplices not even a short distance after he came in.

His accomplices arrived, blocked our way, and stopped the car.

He simply opened the door of the car, invited his accomplices in, and worked together with his accomplices to control me and my friends.

I found it funny, ridiculous, and a little angry.

Of course I couldn't watch him hurt my friend, but I just happened to learn Taekwondo some time ago, and I wanted to try my hand on him.

My friend agreed.

I first subdued the robber in the car. The other one came in from the outside and wanted to escape when he saw that things were not going well. As soon as he ran out, I knocked him down with something.

My friend was watching the other robber for me.

I pinned a road robber to the ground and knocked him unconscious.

I learned how to knock him out from a doctor, thanks to the time I spent in the hospital. The doctor always gave injections in front of me, either on me or on others.

I asked for some tips from a doctor I know well, and he was helpful and open, willing to give me answers when I asked, and I thank him for his help.

When I was still a patient, I expressed my gratitude to him, and he told me that as long as I could be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible, it would be the greatest gratitude to him, so I tried to leave the hospital as soon as possible.

Because leaving the hospital was also my idea.

I then called the police, and my friend and I watched the two robbers until the police came and took them away.

"Are we safe now?"

My friend looked at me and asked.

"Theoretically, yes. If we don't run into robbers again, why don't we just find a place to rest before we go? I thought you would ask me something else first."

I smiled at my friend.

Somehow he could see a hint of guilt in that smile.

"What do you want me to ask?"

He looked at me and asked.

I laughed and shook my head. I don’t know either.

"Since you are free now, I will ask you a question: where did you learn Kung Fu?"

My friend asked me.

“A teaching classroom on the second floor.”

"How long have you studied?"

“I started learning it the moment I left the hospital.”

"Do you think I can't protect you or do you think I will hurt you?"

"I just hope I won't cause any more trouble to others. If I can protect myself, I won't have to trouble you. If I can protect you, you won't have to trouble others."

"I have a headache, do you have any medicine?"

"Are you taking painkillers or medicine for a headache? I have both. I'll give them to you."

I gave him the bag of medicine.

He took it, looked at it, took a pill, and his complexion looked better than before.

"How do you carry these?"

"I guess it's a good precaution."

"I'll trust you this time, but how did you get the ability to knock someone out?"

"I learned it from a doctor."

"What doctor?"

"I haven't seen him for a long time. He was just a doctor in the hospital where I was treated before."

"Don't you think I'm being too much?"

"I don't feel that way, ever."

I said to him with my head down.

He asked me to look up. I didn't like the tone, but he asked me to look up, so I did.

He looked at me and asked, "Do you hate me?"

"No, no."

"Then why don't you look at me?"

"I'm a little unhappy."

"Why?"

"Because the tone of your voice just now sounded like someone I hate.

That person is dead, and I don’t remember his name, what he looked like, or what his gender was, but I still hate him.”

"What did that person do to you?"

"I didn't do anything, or maybe I did something but I forgot it. You know, I never want to remember things that I hate.

When something unpleasant happens, I want to forget it immediately. How can I remember it long after the people who did it are dead?"

I looked at him and said.

"What about me? If I die one day, will you forget everything about me?"

"No, no, you are not someone I hate. I will remember you and everything about you and me. As long as you don't say you hate me."

"So why do you think I'm better than the others? Because I sent you to the hospital, or because I think you're sick?"

"Neither," I shook my head. "You sent me to the hospital because I was sick, and you thought I was sick because I was crazy, and you were absolutely right.

You sent me to the hospital for my own good. If it weren't for you, I might still be abnormal now. I should thank you, although I really don't like hospitals and I don't like leaving you.

I was really sad that you sent me to the hospital, but you came to pick me up after I left the hospital, and I was glad that you were willing to see me.

Honestly, if you were anyone else and did the same thing to me, I would have disliked you and hated you to bits.

But you didn't lie to me.

You were unwilling to think that I was sick and pretend that you knew nothing, but you had to contact other people and send me to the hospital.

It made me correct mistakes that I didn't make, and I felt that I should continue to correct them. It even made me feel that I had done something wrong to end up in that situation.

If you and others trick me into a place I hate and I can't leave it, and I mistakenly think you are not actually one of the participants, then I will hate you.

At first I will think that you are my savior and I hope you will save me, but when I find out the truth, I will think that you are a hateful and damnable person and I will hate you to death.

I hate people like that, but you are not.

If you ever become that kind of person, I won't like you anymore.

At least not like now.

Are you starting to hate me now? You never asked me if I hated you before. Do you think I have changed? Or is it you who has changed? "

"I'm just worried that you hate me. I was worried before, but you cared about me more before. Even if I was a little worried, I would know you would not leave me after taking a look at your situation, so I would not worry anymore.

But now I can't do that. Because I've seen you countless times and I still can't understand why you're still with me. The more I see you, the sadder I get and the more I worry that you'll leave.

I even thought that if you left me now, maybe I would be happier, because then I wouldn't have to worry about you leaving me. People who have left can't leave again.

Do you know what I mean?

I don’t dislike you, I’m just too worried.”

My friend said with his head down.

He looked remorseful.

I sighed and pressed his shoulder.

He held me in his arms and said, “I’m sorry for what I did to you. I should have known that I shouldn’t have left you when you didn’t want to be in the hospital.”

I clearly promised you that I would never leave unless you asked me to. But I broke my promise.

Don’t you blame me at all?”

"I really want to say that even if you kill me, I won't blame you, but I'm not sure I will still think that way after you really kill me. So I can only say that I won't blame you for this.

Unless you let me leave you again, maybe I won't hate you, blame you, or dislike you, but you can't ask my feelings to remain so strong. Everything will fade.

Especially if you keep adding water to it.”

I hugged him back and said.