It is easier for a person to survive if he has a thick skin.
I won't quote extensively from ancient and modern Chinese and foreign countries, let's take Xu Baichuan as an example. Now he is sitting on the sofa with his boyfriend, discussing their breakup.
Generally speaking, thick-skinned means that this person's face is like a city wall, no matter how outsiders try to attack them or attack them with guns and sticks, their city is still as solid as gold.
This point Xu Baichuan has already mastered with great proficiency, and even realized a higher level of tricks - Taishan collapses in front of him without changing his color, his heart is beating rapidly, but his face is not red, and he can talk and laugh freely.
The thing is this:
Tang Jin got out of the car and saw the brightly lit lobby of the villa from the gate. The early autumn evening wind blew, and his mind, which was a little chaotic after drinking a few glasses of wine, sobered up a lot.
Xu Baichuan was sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, and saw a photo on his "friend"'s Weibo. It should be in the private room, the light is a bit dim, and there is a big cake on the table. Song Yiyu closed his eyes and clasped his hands together. Making a wish, Tang Jin clung to him, put his hands on top of his head, tilted his head slightly, and raised the corners of his mouth, looking harmonious and harmonious.
Tang Jin's group of friends was the same as Tang Jin. Every time they met Xu Baichuan, there was a dead silence, and the loudest sound was chopsticks banging on plates. and Song Yiyu...
No comparison, no comparison, no comparison, why bother to humiliate yourself.
Xu Baichuan pressed his thumb on the screen and liked this Weibo post.
Tang Jin stood a little longer in the night wind, and the phone in his pocket vibrated.
He picked it up: "What's wrong?"
Opposite is his friend—
"I just posted a Weibo. I forgot to block Xu Baichuan. He saw it. I guess I have to talk to you when I go back today. I'm sorry, brother."
"What did you post?" Tang Jin asked.
"Just today's group photo."
Tang Jin thought about it for a while, let alone whether Xu Baichuan dared to make trouble with him, he celebrated Song Yiyu's birthday, neither kissed nor slept, even if he wanted to, there was nothing he could do.
"It's a big deal." He hung up the phone and entered the room, Xu Baichuan raised his head when he heard the voice, and said, "Are you back?"
Tang Jin has always ignored such knowingly asking questions, you have seen me all the nonsense, so of course I am back.
He didn't bother to answer, and went straight across the living room and up the stairs.
"Wait." Xu Baichuan called to stop him.
Tang Jin turned his head and asked impatiently, "What's the matter?"
Xu Baichuan nodded and said, "Let's talk."
Tang Jin had already stepped on the steps with one foot. Hearing this, he frowned. In fact, they had nothing to talk about. He suddenly remembered the phone call from his friend just now. He let out a "tsk", leaned on the handrail of the stairs, and squeezed the space between his eyebrows with his hands. :"explain."
Xu Baichuan pointed to the sofa opposite, and Tang Jin walked over to sit down impatiently, and said first, "I just celebrated my friend's birthday and drank some wine. If you have something to say, you're sleepy."
Although he didn't report in advance, he recruited before he asked, so he should be satisfied.
Xu Baichuan asked, "Which friend are you?"
Tang Jin was most annoyed by him asking questions like this or saying something with obvious results, so he suppressed his anger and said, "Song Yiyu."
"Oh." Xu Baichuan responded, and there was no movement for a long time.
Tang Jin sat and waited for a while, his patience ran out, and he walked away.
"Wait!" Xu Baichuan called to stop him.
"what do you want to say in the end?"
Xu Baichuan also stood up, as if he couldn't see Tang Jin's boredom at all, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, it's too embarrassing for what I'm going to say next, give me some time to prepare mentally."
Tang Jin smiled: "Do you still feel ashamed?" However, the stepping foot was withdrawn again, and the anger on his body subsided a lot, and he sat back on the sofa and coughed: "What are you embarrassed about? I've never seen you so thin-skinned."
What Tang Jin said was right. Xu Baichuan had always followed Tang Jin with a stern face. No matter how the other party insulted him or even fought him, it was useless. Now he suddenly felt embarrassed when he said something, not only Tang Jin didn’t believe it. , he himself finds it difficult to convince others.
Toughness or embarrassment will only make the other party realize that you really care. If this kind of heart is hit, it may not be soothed with a few words of comfort. Xu Baichuan has never put himself in such a situation, but the answer to some things is better than his own. Persistence is more important, and there will never be results if you don't ask.
He curled his hands flat on his knees indiscernibly, and said with a smile, "Actually, it's nothing serious, just asking you a question."
Tang Jin leaned on the back of the sofa, rarely said harsh words to each other, and replied lightly: "Ask."
Xu Baichuan took a deep breath: "...my friend, Song Yiyu, who do you like better?"
"That's what you want to ask?" Tang Jincai frowned again, so did Xu Baichuan really want to quarrel with him? Didn't I explain it just now? What else does he want
Seeing Tang Jin's expression change little by little, Xu Baichuan's heart sank.
"Do you know what I hate about you the most?"
really.
Xu Baichuan felt lost in his heart, but he asked with a smile on his face, "Stalker?"
Tang Jin originally wanted to say that he asked the truth, but seeing the smile on his face, he couldn't help but hit him: "Yes."
The two sat in silence for a while, and Xu Baichuan was the first to break the deadlock. He stood up and said in a relaxed tone, "Okay, got it, you go to bed, I'm going to sleep too."
The conversation ended in a hurry, Tang Jin hesitated for a moment, but seeing that Xu Baichuan had already nestled in the sofa and played with his mobile phone, he didn't intend to speak again, and he didn't bother to accompany him, so he went upstairs.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Xu Baichuan closed the browser that jumped to the pornographic website because of his panic, leaned back, leaned on the sofa, and blocked his eyes with the back of his hand.
The straw that broke the camel's back.
For many days and nights in the past, he looked forward to this day, but at the same time dreaded it. He asked himself countless times where his bottom line was. Several times he felt that today was the day, he left, he left now, and he never made it once. While enduring Tang Jin's increasingly merciless humiliation, he persuaded himself to stay by his side even more sternly.
But no matter how much he likes Tang Jin, he is still a man after all, with self-respect and shame. It's okay to be impulsive because of love, and to pester and scold him like this is flattery. Tang Jin probably feels that he has been unlucky for eight lifetimes before he met him.
Xu Baichuan said in his heart: From the beginning to the end, he was the perpetrator, so why bother to feel sorry for himself as if he was sincerely wrong
"I let you go, Tang Jin."