The Three-Life Stone

Chapter 116 Sincerity

In 2038, Shen Xingzhi and Yu Zhaozhao would go to scenic spots or amusement parks around the city where they lived for dates in their spare time.

Every time Shen Xingzhi took Yu Zhaozhao to check in somewhere, Yu Zhaozhao would always find ways to buy food, drinks, movie tickets, or concert tickets, or she would think of buying some practical gifts.

Shen Xingzhi was deeply troubled by this. Once in an amusement park, when Yu Zhaozhao came back from buying milk tea, he exploded: "Yu Zhaozhao, do you treat me as your man?"

Yu Zhaozhao was so frightened that she almost dropped the milk tea in her hand. She stared at Shen Xingzhi with wide eyes, her face full of astonishment and grievance: "Yes, what's the matter?"

"What are you afraid of? Why do you always calculate how much others have given you? Why do you always have to rely on yourself? If you regard me as your man, then from today on, don't be so tired. I don't know what you have been through in the past. You have to know that it is never others who bind you, but yourself."

[Your parents don't want you anymore, otherwise why didn't they come back for several years? ]

[Your parents are away from home and don't send money back, but your brother's parents send him living expenses every month. Isn't it normal for him to buy more things? ]

[Everything you eat and use now belongs to your grandparents. Remember to respect them in the future. Do you still want your parents? ]

[How could I have given birth to something like you? If you hadn't run away from my stomach, I would have given up on you a long time ago.]

[You can tell a person's future from the age of three. I think you will be a failure when you grow up. 】

[You are my child, so what if I hit you? ]

[You don’t have to call me grandma. I didn’t raise her child. If you want to acknowledge her, then acknowledge her. If you don’t, forget it.]

[You take your son with you, don't expect me to do anything for you. I'm with such a useless man, and I can't even take care of myself. ]

[If I get divorced, your Yu family should remember to prepare hundreds of thousands of dollars for the nanny, and you will stay with your father.]

[You are still young, and you can find another one with your child. If you find a good one, it will help your father, and your parents will have a better relationship.]

[No matter what, they are still your parents. ]

......

Those words that I had heard but had long since become unclear, words that no one knew who said them, those forgotten words, seemed to fall apart in an instant.

Can these people and things that we think we don't care about really be erased from our hearts? Are those forgotten words really without any impact? Some scenes and fragments that have gone away have long been like invisible nails, deeply embedded in the soul. At the moment when things happened, they penetrated the body silently.

As time goes by, more and more "nails" gradually accumulate and nail the soul to the pillar. These invisible constraints not only affect one's words and deeds, but also subtly distort one's character. On the surface, one may still be radiant and full of hope, but deep in the heart, there are countless pessimistic endings hidden.

【Why are you so sensitive? 】

How do you see your children?

[The child is yours alone, remember that.]

【Cry, cry, cry, just cry. 】

[Are you dumb? I'll let you speak. ]

[Hey, I didn't ask you to buy it. I want to buy it. If you want to pay, remember to pay half.]

[Don't talk to me about children. I told you that the child is yours. You can take good care of him/her. What does it have to do with me?]

[You are very good, but I am useless. Actually, I am just a little sharp-tongued. Even if I don’t go to work, I still love you.]

......

The wounds caused by the nails that had long been forgotten will be pulled out in an instant. There will be someone who loves you without any complaints, there will be someone who understands your helplessness, and will let you be with him with more love and help instead of coping and seeking perfection, and will let you quietly pull out those shackles that seem to be free but bind you.

Yes, what really binds us is not the forgotten past, but the fact that our own cognition has not yet completely escaped from the predicament.

She is like a lonely boat, struggling to go upstream in a turbulent river. The boat is swaying, but it is always moving forward firmly. She is facing the wind and enjoying the caress of the wind.

Along the way, she has used a worn-out umbrella and been hit by stones. She has experienced countless storms and has long been accustomed to paddling hard alone and moving forward. Every day, she silently heals herself and continues to bravely face the hardships and gentleness of the wind.

One day, a man suddenly broke into her world. He held up a sturdy umbrella for her, installed a powerful engine on the boat, and told her: "Leave everything to me." Faced with this sudden care and support, she was grateful and gladly accepted it, but the worries deep in her heart could not be completely eliminated. She was afraid that the engine would suddenly break down and the umbrella would be taken away.

She silently remembers the other person's kindness, and then demonstrates her own value in other ways, trying to repay this care.

But love is never about gains and losses; it transcends worldly calculations and standards.

How could she not know what Shen Xingzhi said? It was just that she didn't have the courage to face it. She was afraid that Shen Xingzhi would think she was a vain woman; she was worried that Shen Xingzhi would be dissatisfied with her because of her spending; she was even more worried that she didn't do well enough and made Shen Xingzhi disgusted.

She was afraid that after letting go of everything, she would be hurt even more.

Her cautiousness, her helplessness, her pretended strength, all shattered when the nails broke.

"What? Do you feel wronged only now? Do you feel like crying only now? Don't you know that I am your man? If you can't even understand this, then what's the point of me staying here?" Shen Xingzhi turned around abruptly, leaving his back to Yu Zhaozhao.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his fingers began to turn white from excessive force. His heart was also filled with pain, but he knew that if he didn't take this approach, Yu Zhaozhao would never really understand.

Yu Zhaozhao's hands seemed to have no strength, and they fell limply, spilling the milk tea all over the floor. A series of intermittent, choked voices came from her throat: "Milk tea...wasted...wasted. I...I asked you...asked you...to buy it for me, and also...to buy a lot of things...and spend all your money...what's yours...is mine..."

Shen Xingzhi hurried back to the room, hugged Yu Zhaozhao tightly, and said softly: "Okay, okay, how could I really bear to leave you?"

As he spoke, he gently patted Yu Zhaozhao's back, as if he was comforting a frightened animal.

Yu Zhaozhao raised her head, looked at Shen Xingzhi with tearful eyes, and said with trembling lips: "Don't say that again... I will be very scared..."

Shen Xingzhi looked at Yu Zhaozhao with heartache, and quickly nodded and agreed: "Okay, okay, I know I was wrong, and I will never scare you like this again." After that, he hugged Yu Zhaozhao tighter, as if he wanted to use his body temperature to make her feel the reality of all this.

"I'll turn you into... a pauper." Yu Zhaozhao hadn't yet recovered from the grief and the impact of her tears. Her heart felt as if it had been squeezed by someone's fist. Although she had prepared herself mentally, when she faced the reality that this person was about to leave, all her strength collapsed in an instant.

"Okay, I'll let you rely on me for the rest of your life."

"That place is wasted and dirty, it's all your fault." Yu Zhaozhao pointed at the milk tea on the ground and tears burst out again.

"Hey, let's buy three cups later. One for you, one for me, and one for the cleaning lady. Is that ok?"

"Row."