This is the first time! When she talked to someone about her trash father she made up, someone would comfort her with such a calm attitude and say, "It looks quite similar to me!"

Does art really come from life?!

Wen was convinced. It turned out that there were really these garbage fathers in the world, and there seemed to be quite a lot of them.

When she talked about her father before, Barry also had a look of not much surprise. Now Pitro is even more direct and says bluntly that his father is not responsible.

For some reason, Wen felt something was wrong.

But this feeling of inconvenience was squeezed away by another desire to tell the truth. She said: "Actually, my father is not irresponsible. He is a comprehensive person and can think about everything well. It took me a long time to understand a fact, and I spent a while to convince myself to accept this fact."

Wen fell silent.

How do you say this feeling?

It’s so complicated that the change in mood is so complicated that she savored these feelings and felt a little unaware of how to say it.

She has been disappointed too many times.

"…I finally accepted the fact." Wen said, "He is a very good person, he just doesn't know how to be a father..."

Wen suddenly recalled the huge castle he saw in Wendy's inner world, the garden that was always shrouded in the shadows, and the five masters living in the castle.

She recalled the suffocation feeling like a thorn in her throat.

"My father just..."

She said, but when the words came to her mouth, she remembered the owner of the castle who rushed out of the castle with her and chased after her. She remembered the hand that the other party reached out when she was in a mess, and the fist that slowly retracted after being rejected.

An inexplicable sweetness made her stumbling.

But this sweetness was applied to the tip of the needle. As she tasted it, the salty and fishy smell on the tip of her tongue diluted the sweetness.

“…He just doesn’t love me.”

Finally saying this, Wen felt a hint of coolness flashing across the back of his neck. Can this mood be called sorrow? Is it a bit too much to call it sorrow?

It seems a bit pretentious.

Parents do not take it for granted to love their children. If they don’t love them, they don’t love them. Raising their children responsibly is considered qualified.

However, she has no irresponsible parents, so she has no stance on this matter.

Wen can only be sure of one thing, that is, she doesn't like the lies she told.

But the desire to tell is so strong, as if she had thought about these lies in her heart for thousands of times. When no one knew it, she was chewing on the bitterness in the story. This story is fake, but the bitterness taste is so real.

Her heart was filled with anger that had nowhere to vent and a lot of at a loss.

Yes, that's it. She was so painful that she lost her mind. She herself was a closed small world, and all negative emotions flowed back inward. She didn't hurt anyone, at least she didn't plan to do that.

But many times she can't control herself.

She is a derailed train, a kite with broken strings, a blind man who lost his crutch, a master of lies with a verbal discourse. She endured her anger for countless years, trying to play the gentle lady in her father's ideal. No matter what her father said, she would answer "yes", and she almost never resisted.

until……

"I've messed with my elder brother," said Wen, "I don't know what I thought at that time."

Pitro uttered for a while, and comforted palely, "...you are not related to blood, you just call him elder brother, that's nothing."

He paused and asked, "But I have a small question, how old were you at that time?"

temperature:"……"

She vaguely felt that it might not be very suitable.

So Wen said nothing.

Pitro had a premonition that this past would usher in a huge turning point, but he still didn't expect the turning point to be so big. In addition, Wen said that she, uh, had a period of time with the largest adopted son in the family, and in fact, he was thinking more about whether Wen liked that big brother?

When she talked about the elder brother, she smiled comfortably. Although the smile was very short, there was no doubt that they had a deep relationship.

But Pitro's silence began to make Wen feel bad, and she racked her brains to think about what topics to use to stay away from age.

In fact, the age difference between them is not very large.

It's just a five or six-year-old gap, it's nothing.

"I think I might-" Wen said, "I may have loved him."

"Maybe he loved me, too."

"Brother is very romantic, but not anyone can do it. He takes the bait too quickly." Wen said again, "but it doesn't matter, everything is over."

She smiled, and the lights above her head were all gone in an instant, and the music that shocked the audience sounded loudly. The host excitedly introduced the performers of the Airman program.

It is because the external interference is too heavy and the lights are too dim.

Pitro could not see clearly whether Wen showed that lonely expression after saying these words.

Wen looked at the performance on the stage expressionlessly, and poked Wendy desperately in his heart: You come out Wendy! You come out! This is not a lie, right?! This is all true?!

——Do you care?

This doesn't care so much...

——Then what are you making a fuss about?

But is there a difference between real and fake one?! I can pretend that I have slept with many people, but if I have slept with many people, I will never say it casually!

——Do you really care?

What is this problem! I am not you, I must care!

Of course I... are...

——Don’t be too full.

Wen: "..." She really didn't care as much as she thought.

Damn it turns out that I have such a low moral sense?! I turned out to be less moral than I thought! I was wrong, Wendy, I shouldn't say that you have no moral integrity and no lower limit. At present, I should be the one who has no moral integrity and no lower limit...

Wendy didn't speak anymore this time, and Wen felt that it might be because Wendy had nothing to say.

However, after such a conversation with Wendy, Wen gave up on the idea of ​​whether the lies she had told before were true or false.

Whether those lies were true or false to Wendy, they were all fake to her.

The performance ended very late. Pitropolis sent Wen home. Wen was a little shocked by his calmness. Is her thoughts too old-fashioned or something? He wasn't surprised by what she said?

These people are not surprised at all

She said goodbye to Pitro in a complicated mood, and Pitro smiled at her.

His gentle and calm eyes made her feel much better.

Wen smiled and said, "Thank you for being willing to accompany me to watch the show."

"Thank you for letting me watch the show with you." Pitro shrugged, "I think there is no possibility of not being able to make an appointment with someone."

"They are not as satisfactory," said Wen. "But it's a coincidence that I invite you. I rarely do anything planned, and the maximum limit is to start planning for the evening at noon."

Pitro suddenly realized: "So if I didn't come back halfway..."

"I should ask others if they are available," Wen replied, "But don't worry, you're always on the alternative list."

After saying this, Wen Cai realized that this sounded like a standard scumbag girl's speech, and she was quite stunning, "I will tell you directly that you are a spare tire and you will love it."

"It's my honor," Pitro said.

temperature:"……"

You actually accepted it calmly???

Wen knew why Wendy was so confident.

——Human nature is very honest, and the same is true for feelings. Either the east wind overwhelms the west wind or the west wind overwhelms the east wind.

——Most people say they will never be licking dogs, but in fact they just want to lick, just like many honest people are honest simply because they don’t have the opportunity to be honest.

——This is not a matter of gender.

Don't destroy my fantasy about beautiful love in my heart, okay Wendy?!

——Don’t fantasize, you will have it.

What, what?

Wendy, why have your attitude changed recently? Don’t scare me, okay? I can’t stand the scare.

But Wendy has disappeared into her mind.

Wen looked at Pitro and briefly showed a little helplessness. She was not used to ignoring other people's favors directly, but honestly speaking, other people's favors made her feel heavy.

Wen can no longer tell whether this is Wendy's mood or her own.

But Pitro took a step back and said, "I'm leaving."

"Yeah." Wen said, "Goodbye."

She turned and walked into the building, Pitro looked at her back and disappeared behind the door, then she looked bitterly, sighed and took out her cell phone, looking at the dense missed calls on it.

It seems that he has been busy during the next period of time, and hopes that the professor will not be too angry.
To be continued...