Chapter 137 I Hold a Resentment
"Well, you're quite right. But..." Tang Xueli smiled, "I don't plan to find a partner."
"Ah?" Lu Bingbing was surprised. "You won't look for it in the future?"
Tang Xueli nodded and said, "Well, I don't want to look for it."
"Then you're not getting married?" Lu Bingbing seemed very interested in Tang Xueli's answer. It was the first time she met someone with such an idea.
Tang Xueli said: "Yes, no marriage."
"Why?" Lu Bingbing asked and then added: "I'm not trying to persuade you, I'm just curious about what you think."
If someone else asked her, Tang Xueli might not answer, because the other party would most likely not understand and would then most likely try to persuade her or directly conclude that you think this way now because you are still young and you will not think this way in the future.
Or, they ask you condescendingly, if you don’t get married and have children, what will you do when you get old, and who will support you when you are old.
Or, they might say that if you don’t get married, you’ll be so lonely. If you get sick, there’ll be no one to take care of you, and if you faint, no one will notice.
Anyway, there will be various similar arguments, but the bottom line is that marriage is a must in life.
If you don’t get married, you’re a weirdo, an outsider, and a traitor.
Not having children is selfish and means that your life is incomplete. Based on your own logic, you infer that if everyone does not have children like you, then the human race will become extinct.
Just one sentence from you can bring about so much earnest advice and barrage of criticism.
Since these are all to be expected, there is no need to say more.
But Lu Bingbing was different. Although she had only met her once, had not spent much time with her, and had not even spoken a few words to her, Tang Xueli felt that she could understand her thoughts.
So Tang Xueli was willing to answer Lu Bingbing's question seriously.
"You find people who choose not to get married strange because most people get married, but getting married is not something that has to be done."
Tang Xueli said calmly: "I think few people would ask others why you got married."
"Yes, that's true." Lu Bingbing felt as if her mind was opened up. "Different people are not easy to understand. For example, I like older men. My relatives, friends, and even my dad don't understand."
“It’s actually very difficult for people to truly understand each other. But if you are good friends, you can choose to respect each other even if you don’t understand.”
Tang Xueli said: "I have a lot of things I want to do, but time is limited, so I have to make choices. Dating, getting married, and starting a family with someone are too energy-consuming. And I have no interest in love. It is a burden to me, so it must be abandoned."
Lu Bingbing was shocked, "Wow, Xueli, you are so cool!"
Tang Xueli: "... This is not cool, at most it is different interests and hobbies, different life choices."
"It would be nice if I could just not be interested in men." Lu Bingbing said self-deprecatingly, "But I seem to be born with a need to fall in love constantly and need the stimulation of new relationships."
"If it's something you're born with, then enjoy it." Tang Xueli said, "It's enough to know what you like and get pleasure from it."
Lu Bingbing sighed softly: "But every breakup is painful."
"Pain and hurt are also the price paid for past happiness, it's worth it." Tang Xueli looked into Lu Bingbing's eyes and smiled faintly, "Don't you need the stimulation of a new relationship? After the pain of breaking up, it won't be long before you will be happy to welcome a new partner."
Lu Bingbing gave Tang Xueli a thumbs up.
Yan Jingshu, who was sitting in the front and listening to the entire conversation, felt very complicated.
Although he invited Tang Xueli to participate in the club activities not to pursue her, he still couldn't be happy after hearing such remarks.
Painter Qin came over with a glass in one hand and sat sideways on the chair next to Yan Jingshu. "Here, you're just sober enough. Have a taste. It tastes great."
Yan Jingshu did not refuse. He took it and took a big sip.
Painter Qin sighed, "Is that how you drink red wine? You're an amateur."
Yan Jingshu retorted: "You are an expert, you drink red wine from a glass."
"Oh my." Painter Qin was overjoyed. "Who messed with our reporter Yan?"
Such books about scenery are rare.
"You said I'm an amateur, so why can't I get angry?" Yan Jingshu smacked his lips. The red wine tasted really good. He took a sip and tasted it again. "The wine is good. It tastes good."
“I may not be a good painter, but I am definitely an expert at wine tasting.”
The people in front have found a debate topic and are dividing the arguments into two sides: the pros and cons.
Painter Qin raised his chin and pointed towards the stage, and asked Yan Jingshu: "Aren't you going to join in?"
"Not in the mood." There was only a little red wine left in the glass, and Yan Jingshu drank it all in one gulp.
Painter Qin smacked his lips and said, "Your alcohol tolerance has improved. Shall I pour you some more?"
"I have always been able to drink a lot." Yan Jingshu returned the empty cup to Painter Qin: "I don't want to drink anymore."
"If you like, just drink more. You have a good alcohol tolerance and good drinking habits, so what are you afraid of?" Painter Qin has always liked drinking with Yan Jingshu.
Yan Jingshu was the person who knew good wine the best among all the people he knew.
And he doesn't nag even when he drinks too much.
Unlike You Xiaofei, this great poet can't even fart before drinking, but after drinking he becomes more talkative than his 90-year-old grandfather and can talk to you from dusk till dawn.
Not only do you not sleep, you also don't let others sleep.
Last time, I dragged him along and talked for five or six hours, reciting no less than a hundred poems by Li Bai and Du Fu.
"The president is here today, so I have to take it easy." Yan Jingshu made an excuse, but he was actually in a bad mood. It didn't matter what kind of wine he drank at this time, he didn't want to waste Qin Yang's good wine.
"Okay." Qin Yang could see that Yan Jingshu was unhappy and had no mood to pay attention to him, so he got up and went to find someone else to play with.
The debate ahead has officially begun.
The topic of the debate is: If the enemy who killed your father saved your life, should you take revenge or repay the favor?
The affirmative side should seek revenge, and the negative side should repay the favor.
At first glance, this question seems difficult for the opposing side to argue.
But the party that is not good at arguing is often more likely to spark new ideas.
The affirmative side sits in one group, and the negative side sits in another group.
This is not a formal debate. There is no standardized process. Everyone can say whatever they think of.
The number of people on both sides is not equal.
This time there are obviously more people on the opposing side.
Every time Song Yanran listened to someone's words, she felt that they were amazing.
"What's wrong with these people's brains? Why are they so smart?"
Tang Xueli was not interested at first, but after listening for a while, she was attracted.
The discussion was unexpectedly exciting.
"Sister Xueli, if it were you, would you repay the favor or take revenge?" Song Yanran was completely confused after listening for a long time.
She didn't know what she would choose.
Tang Xueli thought for a moment and said, "Revenge."
Song Yanran: "Don't you feel embarrassed?"
"It's not difficult." Tang Xueli said half-truthfully, "I am a person who holds grudges."
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