48. This blood relationship trapped her to death
Footsteps were heard in the silent cemetery... If you think about it, this is a good story. Wen Hua chuckled and turned around to look at the person who came over, "The cake you bought is so disgusting."
Yang Lin looked at Wen Hua who was sitting in front of the monument and smiled, "What time did you arrive? My mother-in-law was wondering last night whether you were coming or not."
After a simple greeting, no one spoke anymore, only Xiao Ma smiled so innocently. The train was at 7 o'clock in the evening. Wen Hua looked at the time and kept chattering for three hours.
She stood up, took out a red envelope from her bag and handed it to him, "Please give it to my aunt for me, I won't go to see her. You know, it will be a tearful experience if I go at this time."
Yang Lin touched the thick red envelope and was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Going home? I'll take you there. I drove here."
"No, my family won't know I'm back."
He sent her to the station. Wen Hua wanted to say that it was still early, but after thinking about it, she shut up. She had nowhere to go anyway.
"I don't have your Alipay bank card number or anything like that. You've given a lot of money to your family over the years, so I still have to pay you back. It's not easy for you to be alone out there," Yang Lin brought up the old matter.
"That was all Xiao Ma's money, I paid her back."
What Wen Hua said was true. Xiao Ma supported her throughout all the times in her life when she was so poor that she dared not ask her family for money. Poor Xiao Ma had a low salary and had difficulty supporting herself after marrying and having children early, let alone finding money to support her. Xiao Ma always said, "Just hang in there, you will succeed, I know, and when you become rich, I will send my son to me and you will raise him like the young master of a domineering boss's family."
You will definitely succeed, you will definitely succeed, and you will definitely live a very comfortable and happy life.
Every time she heard these words, Wenhua thought of her senior year. In the last semester, Xiaoma signed a contract with the largest local performing arts company. Wenhua saved money to go south to make her own way. The night before they decided to confess to their families, the two got drunk and cheered each other on, their eyes full of longing for the future.
A few days later, Xiao Ma's eyes were red from crying. She quit her job and prepared to go home. They were also drunk that night. Wen Hua cried and said, "If you lose, it's like I lost."
Xiao Ma said, "Then you can win it back for us."
It has been five years since she graduated. She has no savings, an unstable job, no house, no car, and no home. Everyone who sees her feels worried, but Wen Hua is not worried at all. Her parents ask her why she doesn't save money when she earns over ten thousand yuan a month. She says that the expenses outside are too high, but she thinks in her heart that she is afraid of saving for a future.
Xiao Ma, after you left, I didn't want a future anymore. A fortune teller once said that my career would be smooth after I was thirty and would be very successful after I was forty. You said you were counting on your fingers waiting for me to be forty, but you don't want to wait anymore, and I don't want a future anymore.
"To be honest, I've always been curious about your friendship," Yang Lin said as the car stopped in front of the train station.
"You're not the only one who's weird, many people are weird." This friendship seems like an act.
Look at them, they don’t even go home together after school, they just talk together at school. Look at them, they don’t even come to my birthday party, they are just fake sisters. Look at Wenhua, she wasn’t sad when Xiaoma passed away, it shows that there is really no friendship between them over the years.
"Wen Hua?" Someone called her at the entrance. Wen Hua's scalp tingled and she turned around slowly, only to see Wen He standing behind her, looking at her coldly.
"You are really something, Wenhua. Not only do you not care about your parents, but you don't even go home when you get back? I knew you were cold before, but you really have no conscience. Okay, I won't keep you any longer, you can go." Wenhe turned around and left after she finished speaking. Wenhua stood there in a daze, watching her walk to her brother-in-law's car, as if she was crying. Her brother-in-law looked at her from a distance, opened the car door and got in.
The light from the flowers was scattered, so I couldn't see their faces clearly, but I seemed to be able to hear their conversation.
In ancient times, Dayu passed by his home three times without entering when he was controlling the flood. Today, Wen Hua returned home cold-bloodedly without visiting his parents. The former was praised by later generations, while the latter was abandoned by everyone.
Wenhua received a call from home on the train. The signal was too poor during the journey, and her mother's hoarse interrogation could be heard intermittently through the radio waves. She had questions such as "How have I wronged you?" and "Why are you so heartless?", but she also had conclusions such as "...don't contact me anymore" and "Just pretend you were never born."
After returning, Lin Zhengze was still abroad, and Wen Hua was admitted to the psychology department of a Grade A hospital.
"Doctor, actually I don't have any other problems. I eat well and sleep well. I came here because I have a few questions that I can't figure out, so I came to ask a professional doctor. Interpersonal relationships are too complicated for me to understand."
"You say."
"If the other person never calls you to communicate about their feelings, then you won't call them to chat, right?"
“There’s nothing wrong with that.”
"If someone never celebrates your birthday, is it okay for you to occasionally forget their birthday?"
"Can"
"If the other person is your blood relative, is that still right?"
"...between family members..." The doctor hesitated and was about to answer when Wen Hua interrupted him.
"Communication, huh?"
"yes"
“I can’t communicate.”
"Why can't we communicate specifically?"
"For example, if the other person is sensitive and has depression, and your rational communication comes across as groundless accusations, and they're ready to jump off a building and commit suicide, and you still speak, are you considered a murderer?"
"Ms. Wen, family relationships are complicated. We can have a good chat about this."
"I have to go, one last question."
"You say."
"Which district do you live in? If I run into you on the street one day, won't you say hello to me?"
"Won't"
"goodbye"
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