His words are too harsh, I want to refute and argue with him, but my mouth is like a knot, and I can't say a decent word.

"Isn't what I thought? Aren't you just squeezing your life for moral fulfillment? They die, only you survive. You feel guilty, you blame yourself, you don't think you deserve it. Now you finally have a chance. Let you 'atone', you desperately raised money to make him survive, so it's as if his son survived, right?"

"No..." I don't look at him, denying defensively, looking around for a way to escape.

"You don't even dare to look at me and talk!"

He called me out of nowhere, played some damn game inexplicably, and now, inexplicably, had to make me admit that I was just a dumb-headed idiot.

He has the final say in everything. It was like this when we were together, and now it is still like this after we broke up. I can only passively be led by his nose.

It's not fair.

And what qualifications does he have to speak of me? Isn't he still in the shadow of his mother's shadow, and can't get out of it for so many years? If he can really look down on life and death, and the grudges are all over, why bother to draw Mei Zixun's painting?

"No!" I exploded, "I will lend him money, not only because he is my roommate's father, but also because your telescope is far less valuable than a human life!"

The strength on his wrist suddenly increased, and Shang Muxiao's expression was terrifying.

I glared at him and said word by word, "It's worth 200,000 yuan and you should be happy, so... at least you are not useless in this relationship. After a few years, I can recall something with you, at least I can have a little bit of it. Relief, not outright disgust."

Shang Muxiao suddenly opened his eyes, his face turned blue, his cheeks were tensed, as if he was going to come up and break my neck in the next moment.

I looked at him without any fear, endured the pain on my wrist, and realized that I couldn't take advantage of my body, and I could only use verbal violence.

The small space, the uncomfortable posture, and the repeated questioning, like pieces of flint that collided, finally set the explosive barrel buried deep in my heart on fire.

When I was in love, I indulged him. Now that I broke up, should I still indulge him?

It was because he was too indulgent in the past that it made him even more aggressive and lawless.

This one, goddamn son of a bitch!

"What other questions do you have?" I asked.

He didn't speak, just let go of his strength a little and took two steps back.

I quickly withdrew my hand and rubbed my numb wrist. I was ready for his revenge, including being thrown here directly, or being threatened by him with an IOU or something.

But to my surprise, he didn't act more aggressive, except for his face darkening, he looked like he had calmed down because of my words, or...was intimidated.

He moved his lips and hesitated, but in the end he didn't say anything, turned around without a word, dragged the wheelchair from the corner to me, and then extended his hand to me.

I rubbed my wrists and shrank subconsciously.

He paused for a moment, sneered, and finally spoke, his voice faintly hoarse: "Please bear with your nausea."

I lowered my eyes, my eyelashes quivered slightly involuntarily at his words, and pressed my hand more tightly to my heart.

He carried me back to the wheelchair again and went to open the door.

"It's still a month, 200,000, not less than a cent." After that, he pushed open the door and walked out.

I stayed in the bathroom for a while, washed my face with cold water and calmed down before leaving.

Optimistic and upward psychological mutual aid group, and now only Ning Tianer and I are left. The white-collar worker and the female anchor went back to their hometown to meet their parents during the Chinese New Year. Now the two have quickly gotten engaged and have had a sweet two-person world.

Sister Liao is still the old way, prepared tea and snacks for us, and then asked us how we were doing recently.

Because of the Chinese New Year, the mutual aid group stopped for more than half a month. This was our first activity gathering in the new year.

"The college entrance examination is coming in June, and I have to do the final sprint before the test. This may be the last time I come to participate in group activities before the test." Ning Tian'er smiled, "If I can successfully get into the ideal university, I should also You can graduate from here."

"Definitely. I wish you good luck in the college entrance examination." Sister Liao raised her teacup and touched her lightly, before turning to ask me, "Beida, how has your year been?"

Honestly, not so much.

The unpleasant things happened one by one, one after another, and there was no room for me to breathe. I felt like a mule driven by fate, exhausted but unable to stop.

Before it became clear, I still felt that change is easy and happiness is simple, but now I feel it is too difficult, too difficult.

"I'm about to have an exoskeleton device, and I'll soon... be able to stand up." Fortunately, it's not all good news.

Humans are very good at camouflage.

"Wow, that's great!" Sister Liao and Ning Tian'er were overjoyed when they heard this, and they raised their glasses to me.

There were only two people, and the confession time was shortened a lot. After chatting for a while about the anecdote of Ning Tianer and the classmates in the cram school, Sister Liao took out a piece of letter paper and wanted to read it to us.

The letter was left by white-collar workers and female anchors. Since Mr. Huang, this seems to have become a reserved program. As soon as you leave the group, write parting speeches to the rest of you.

Words are sometimes the sharpest arrows, stabbing others and devouring oneself; sometimes love is the most wonderful elixir, sweetening others and saving oneself. When you are unhappy, remember to talk; when you are happy, don't forget to share. People should be selfish and generous; people should be lonely and fulfilled; people should love others as well as themselves.

After a few days of silence, the representative Xiao suddenly sent a message saying that he would be able to debug the equipment for me on Sunday, and asked if I was free.

Sorry, I'm not available on Sunday.

Is it very important and must be done?