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That was probably the time when he and his mother had the most serious quarrels.
Jone’s father died early, and his mother was very strict with him. From childhood to adulthood, he never had his own time. His life, except for sleeping, was strictly planned for what to do every minute.
I heard him mention one thing. When he was in high school, he skipped the evening fund class and went to watch a World Cup game with the boys in his class. When he went back the next day, his mother took him to the cemetery and made him kneel in front of his father’s grave for a whole day until he said I was wrong and then he could stand up and go home.
He knelt until he fainted from dehydration, and he didn’t say that I was wrong.
However, this was just a very ordinary daily routine in his life.
The accumulated pressure in life made people explode. When he went to college, he had a quarrel with his mother. At that time, he smoked, drank, skipped classes and didn’t come home at night. One time when I went to find him, he was sitting in an Internet cafe. Everyone was wearing headphones and cursing while playing games. He didn’t even turn on the computer. He just sat there, holding a cigarette, with drooping eyelashes.
So lonely.
He is not depraved, he just needs a depraved environment to declare war on his mother.
I really felt sorry for him.
That day, he helped me clean up the mess on the floor, and accompanied me to get breakfast outside the school. He said to me with a smile: ‘I have heard of you.’
I asked him like a hedgehog with thorns erected: ‘What have you heard of me?
A very pitiful person who is treated harshly by fate?
‘ ‘No,’ he looked straight at me, with a feeling of dust settling in his inquiry, and finally did not say what kind of person I was in ‘heard’.
So I ignored him.
Later, I didn’t know how I aroused his interest in me. He accompanied me to get breakfast every morning, and then delivered it to the classrooms one by one, accompanied me to pick up express delivery at noon, and sent me to the tutor’s home in the evening, or sent me to the restaurant.
I never paid attention to him. I was very busy and had no time for romance.
But one night, it was raining heavily. When I came out of the restaurant, he was standing outside the door, holding a big black umbrella. The rain hit his umbrella, then fell down along the edge of the umbrella, and gathered in the puddles on the ground. The lights of the restaurant were broken in it. His eyebrows were raised under the black umbrella, and he was incredibly handsome. He smiled and said, ‘I knew you didn’t bring an umbrella. I’ll pick you up.’ Please forgive me. It was the first time in my life that someone was waiting for me, someone picked me up, and someone said, ‘I knew you didn’t bring an umbrella.’ When I was a child, what I envied most was rainy days. When it rained, there were parents outside the school gate to pick up their children who didn’t bring umbrellas. Only me, there would never be anyone to pick me up. I would run all the way back in the rain, and then listen to the director of the orphanage complaining about why I didn’t bring an umbrella again, because my clothes were wet and I had to wash them, and I had a cold and I had to spend money to buy medicine. I was a trouble. So that day I looked at Jone, and tears flowed down my eyes with a blink of an eye. I seldom cry, really, because I knew when I was very young that crying is useless and can’t solve anything, but I really can’t help it, I don’t know why, tears just flow down my cheeks uncontrollably.
That’s how we got together.
He is actually very rich, and you can see that he has a good family background, but he never stops me from going to work, and he always sends me and picks me up. I was always grateful to him because he maintained my little dignity, until I was about to graduate from my senior year, he and I planned our future, wanted to marry me, and he wanted to take me back to meet his mother.
This was the beginning of my miserable life.
