Xiang Wan looked at Yu Zhou and smiled, then he stopped and smiled too. With the breeze and the bright moon, he looked just like a precious white magnolia.
It shouldn't grow in the concrete floors of cities.
So Yu Zhou asked her, "Are you tired of staying here?" It's not as good as you imagined. There's light pollution and sound pollution.
"It's a strange and vast world, and I learned a lot. It's worth the trip."
"Four words at a time, making couplets?" Yu Zhou was depressed, as her work as a writer seemed like a joke.
"Then don't you miss your parents?" According to the script, she should cry.
Unexpectedly, Xiang Wan said, "Yes, but not very much."
"Ah?" So ruthless.
If she keeps it to herself, she probably won't think of the name Yu Zhou when she goes back.
Thinking of this, she felt a little disappointed. After all, she had invested a lot of money.
"In our place, all emotions have a time limit." Xiang Wan looked at the dim street lights, the light strips covering the treetops, and the darkness and brilliance extending to the end of the road.
"Emotions are like daily silver, daily care, and the same amount of dishes and fabrics. They have their own limits."
"Not showing favoritism and knowing the limits are what my father and mother taught me."
No wonder, even the crayfish is spicy and garlicky. If it weren't for the limited dishes in modern times, wouldn't we have to take no more than five servings of each dish? The emperor on TV is like this.
"The daily greetings, regards, and filial piety have their limits, and there is also a time limit for marriage. When I grow up, I will marry, move into my husband's family, and serve my parents-in-law. It will be difficult for me to meet my father and mother again."
"When I got married and said goodbye to my parents, my mother would cry, but she would not be heartbroken or unable to bear it."
Finally she said, "I say this, do you understand?"
It's more or less the same. Family affection is family affection under prescribed conditions. Although the customs are open, it is not free.
It's not about the kind of lack of freedom that comes from not being able to leave the house, but the lack of courage to love wholeheartedly and the lack of hatred wholeheartedly. A 100% love is only allowed to reach the passing line, which is a lack of freedom.
"So you don't miss home that much, do you?"
Xiang Wan did not answer.
"That's not right. When you suddenly came to my house and I told you that your parents were probably dead, you held your chest and started to cry." Yu Zhou was suspicious.
Xiang Wan remained calm and said, "Filial piety comes first, and parents are the most important. This is also my upbringing."
"You mean to say..."
Xiang Wan thought of a fashionable word: "Acting."
Shit… That’s amazing.
"Now that I've talked about me, let's talk about you," Xiang Wan said.
"I?"
"From the entrance to this intersection, you passed by two small... supermarkets, but you didn't even glance at them. This shows that you were strolling late at night not for the moon cloth, but for... Miss Su."
Xiang Wan looked at her meaningfully.
"Are you born in the year of the worm?" She's only eighteen. Who can believe that this girl is only eighteen.
After Yu Zhou finished teasing, she took a deep breath, looked at the never-ending traffic, and then looked back at her own neighborhood. The lights in her house were not on. Sometimes when she went home from overtime, she would take a taxi to the door and enter through the garden. Occasionally, she would look up at her floor to see if the lights were on.