Su Luo smiled and said meaningfully.
"People can't be happy all the time. There will always be times when you're in a bad mood. If you're always happy and there's no sadness to compare it to, then you're not truly happy, understand?"
Su Jianni shook her head. "I don't understand."
You'll understand when you grow up.
A peaceful and tranquil life is something many people pursue, but life will always have its disappointments, and all he can do is accept it with equanimity.
Su Jianni frowned slightly, feeling that her father's answer was completely irrelevant, and retorted.
"Don't always treat me like a child. Age doesn't define a person's experience."
She feels that her upbringing is something many adults don't have, so naturally she understands more than those who have grown up smoothly.
Su Luo didn't deny it, and gently coaxed her.
"Okay, okay, Nini isn't a little kid anymore. Be good, okay, eat your food properly."
"Uh-huh……"
Su Jiani was very pleased and picked up her chopsticks again to show off her rice.
After finishing their meal, the two went back to their respective rooms.
Su Jianni opened her laptop, logged into the Tomato Novel platform, and registered a writer account using Su Luo's ID card.
She asked Su Luo to buy her a computer because she wanted to write a novel.
There are two purposes for writing novels.
Firstly, it's to earn money and ease the burden on my father. Secondly, I've heard that many of Tomato's authors are minors, and that they make a lot of money writing well.
Secondly, it was to prove myself to the homeroom teacher, who taught Chinese.
However, her Chinese language score was the worst among her other subjects, which she found very unfair.
Because the reason she loses a lot of points is always her essays. People say she has distorted values, is full of negative energy, and that what she writes is not an essay at all, but more like the beginning of a long novel.
She argued with her homeroom teacher countless times about this, who said she had no taste, limited professional skills, and no appreciation skills.
So she decided to use her spare time to write, create a huge hit, and then present it to her homeroom teacher to embarrass her and make her admit her talent.
Su Jianni glanced at the list and was shocked to find that the theme of male-female pairings had recently emerged.
Moreover, some of them performed quite well, but none of them became bestsellers.
Great, then let her write a hit novel with the theme of male effeminate characters!
I excitedly started typing on the author assistant.
...
Su Luo next door.
I was leaning against the headboard, scrolling through Douyin (TikTok), and when I came across a funny short video, I laughed along without a care in the world.
After laughing, for some reason, I suddenly felt like a piece of my heart was missing, and a huge sense of emptiness washed over me.
Then began a strange sense of unease, anxiety, and frustration.
My palms started to sweat.
So cold, so cold...
Su Luo put down her phone, crawled into bed, hugged the blanket tightly, buried her head in it, and tried to draw warmth from the soft, thick quilt.
But it was completely useless; it was still very cold.
He knew very well that it wasn't a cold, but rather an emotional issue that triggered a physical reaction.
Su Luo took a deep breath, trying to fight against the negative emotions within her.
"call……"
Su Luo closed her eyes, and countless fragments of past memories surged into her mind.
The scene shows him curling up in the closet to escape Bai Bing's bullying when he was in the orphanage.
During college, he held back his reluctance and resolutely broke up with Song Lingshan.
The image of Su Jianni's father holding her hand as he breathed his last on his sickbed just before graduation.
...
Tears rolled silently from the corners of her eyes, dripping and soaking the dry quilt.
He thought he was almost immune to the unpleasant things from the past.
But as it turns out, once night falls, past memories are like uncontrollable wild ghosts, biting you when you're not careful and devouring your flesh.
He kept numbing himself, believing that as long as Su Jianni was by his side, the void in his heart could be filled.
But recently, for some reason, the gap is getting bigger and bigger.
I'm always trying to grasp something, attempting to fill the void in my heart.
He suddenly thought of Nami-nee. There was no denying that Nami-nee could truly give him warmth and the feeling of home that he had always longed for.
No matter what mistakes he made, she never blamed him; instead, she encouraged him and gave him endless tenderness and tolerance.
Even when she saw Song Lingshan pulling and tugging at her, she didn't blame him. Instead, she gently asked if she had done something wrong.
He knew he liked Nami Ozawa, but he didn't know whether he loved her or to what extent.
But he really misses her now, misses her warm embrace, her warm and melodious voice, and her tender eyes.
But he knew perfectly well that being with Nami Ozawa was wrong, that it was like walking on thin ice.
He's a coward, always hiding in his shell.
He didn't dare to contact her first, not because he didn't miss her, but because he was afraid that if he put in the effort, the relationship would slip away like quicksand in his hands.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got, and the more pathetic I felt.
Enough is enough; there's no need to endure it any longer.
Su Luo excitedly threw off the covers, fumbled for the phone beside her pillow, flipped to Ozawa Nami's number, and pressed the call button forcefully.
"Beep beep beep..."
I called and waited for more than ten seconds, but no one answered.
Just as Su Luo's newly ignited hope was about to be extinguished.
The call was actually answered.
The gentle voice of Nami Ozawa came through the receiver.
"Lolo?"
Su Luo sniffed, tugged at the corners of her mouth, and smiled.
"Um."
Ozawa Nami was hiding in the bathroom, afraid that Song Ruhai in the study would hear her, so she lowered her voice and asked.
"What's up?"
Su Luo raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and murmured like a lost child who had finally found her mother.
"I miss you so much... I want to see you so much..."
There's so much more I want to say to you. I want to take walks with you, watch the moon together, eat together, and watch movies together...
"..."
Ozawa Nami bit her lip hard and unconsciously gripped her phone tightly.
Even through the screen, you could feel Su Luo's deep longing for her and his unspeakable grievances from his tone.
Suppressing her inner pain and guilt, Ozawa Nami managed a weak smile and gently coaxed him.
"Sweetie, I'll come see you in a couple of days..."
If she still can't come up with a solution in two days, she will have no choice but to confront Song Ruhai. She hopes that Song Ruhai will let her go and allow her to walk out the door with her head held high.
Su Luo blinked, stared at the dark ceiling, and asked blankly.
"Really? Don't lie to me, okay?"
When he parted ways with Nami Ozawa that day, she told him to wait for her for five days, and now there are really only two days left.
Will she really come looking for me in two days?
What if they don't come?
What if I never see her again?
After just a tentative thought, Su Luo felt a tightness in her chest and couldn't breathe.
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