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Later, when Jone divorced his wife and was going to marry me to take care of Tim and me, everyone said that I didn’t know what tricks I used to make Jone obsessed, but I was the only one who thought it was ridiculous.
Because I didn’t use tricks, and Jone wasn’t obsessed either. If I really had to find a reason, it would be guilt.
Because he felt deeply guilty about me.
People around Jone, whether his family, friends or partners, probably had similar opinions about Jone: stable, considerate, gentle, reliable, mature, and caring.
But I was miserable, maybe I was a little unlucky, I didn’t meet the stable, considerate, gentle, reliable, mature, and caring Jone, the Jone I met was irritable, depressed, rebellious, arrogant, hypocritical, good at hiding, and most importantly, a habitual liar, and it made me suffer so much.
Too bitter, too bitter.
My life can be divided into before and after I met Jone. Before I met Jone, I was a miserable person who never stopped striving for self-improvement. After I met Jone, I became a simple miserable person, a walking jinx.
I was with Jone in my junior year. Dating was not in my plan because dating was a luxury that I could not afford.
If you were me, you would understand. I was thrown at the door of an orphanage when I was young. I persisted in my self-improvement all the way from compulsory education for nine years to college, and I did not become a lost girl. This was not an easy thing.
I live a fulfilling life every day, and I have to live a fulfilling life. I get up at 5:30 in the morning and line up at the school gate to buy breakfast for my classmates. I can earn 2 yuan for running errands for one breakfast. There are about 32 students in my class and other classes who come to me to order breakfast, so I can earn 64 yuan in the morning. During the lunch break, I will help the students in the female dormitory to pick up express delivery and deliver it to their door. The senior sister who graduated before left me a bicycle. I run more than 100 yuan for one express delivery. On the evening of Monday, Wednesday and Friday, I will be a tutor for a junior high school student. On the evening of Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, I will go to the restaurant to serve dishes. From 5:30 in the morning to 10 o’clock in the evening, every minute except studying and sleeping is used to make money.
I know that I may be quite unfortunate in the eyes of others, but a person who has been unfortunate since childhood cannot feel it. I have books to read, food to eat, money to earn, and self-improvement. I think I live a good life.
I didn’t know that sometimes a person’s misfortune can become a bargaining chip for another person to use.
My misfortune made Jone choose me.
When I was serving dishes in a restaurant before, there was a time when the big screen in the restaurant was playing a variety show called ‘Strange Talk’. One time, I glanced at it during the interval between serving dishes and heard a contestant say: ‘How much sugar does it take for people with a lot of bitterness in their hearts to be sweet.’ The host of the show immediately refuted and said: ‘You are wrong. People with a lot of bitterness in their hearts only need a little sugar to be sweet.’ Jone is my sugar. The first time we met was at 5:30 in the morning. I was carrying a full breakfast. My classmates were actually very caring towards me. They rarely ordered breakfasts such as soup and soy milk because they knew it was difficult for me to carry. The owner of the breakfast shop held an event that gave a cup of hand-ground soy milk for free with each breakfast. I have received too much favor and care from others, and I have nothing to give back because I really have no money. So these free soy milks, although insignificant, are one of the few things I can give back to them for their kindness. I gritted my teeth and prepared to take them all to the classroom. To be on the safe side, I went in two groups. Even so, when I reached the Crescent Lake in the school, the bag of soy milk tied to it broke. More than a dozen cups of soy milk spilled on the ground. The milky white soy milk was steaming and meandering along the cracks of the stone slabs. In fact, I have gotten used to it, but sometimes I still feel that I am powerless against fate.
It was a very sad and desperate emotion that surged up in an instant, as if my life could only be like this. Fate stood in front of me in a gorgeous dress, fanning my face left and right, but I could do nothing. I could only stand like this, helpless and let it hit and kick.
Do you think this is the worst bad luck?
No, fate looked at you with a smile and said, ‘Hey, little guy, you underestimated me, right?
You can be even worse.
‘ Then I met Jone.
At that time, he had just returned from playing games outside the school all night. When he saw me squatting next to a pile of soy milk stains and crying silently, he asked me, ‘Classmate, is there anything I can help you with?’
I fell into a gentle trap.
