Chapter 4 Betrayal

Since then, I have loved Ya'er even more, but I find that I'm changing, slowly changing, becoming very domineering, and sometimes even a little unreasonable. Suddenly, my possessiveness for Ya'er has become very strong. A hazy concept has taken root in my young mind and is growing strong. . At one time, I thought that Yaer was mine, just mine. No one could get close to her, no matter who...

In this regard, Yaer is both angry and funny, but she still silently tolerates my domineering, my unreasonableness, and everything about me...

However, often the reality is very cruel, and the least noticeable thing is that we have been attacked by gossip. In this regard, Yaer and I just hold a somewhat confusing smile. Yes, none of us will believe those damn "three or eight!"

Gradually, it seems that I may be a little tired of this kind of life, and I'm a little indifferent to Yaer...

Now that I think about it, I know that when I was young, I actually didn't know what love was. Everything was just curious and fresh. When this fresh ** faded, I could see my feelings clearly. As for the relationship with Yaer, it was purely an accident, and it was also an accident...

In this way, I seem to spend much less time with her. Maybe I know clearly that no matter how many days I don't see Yaer, she will treat me and tolerate me as usual. She gives me enough space to be free. The only thing wrong should be me. I care less about her...

It may be a sentence: How long can a relationship last after going to bed... What's more, I was only 17 or 8 years old at that time, and I was in a green love...

One day, I didn't think of Yaer for many days. I went downstairs of Yaer's house to pick her up from school. However, unexpectedly, I saw a scene that I shouldn't have seen...

Far away, I stood there, not knowing what to do. The taste in my heart is full of flavors. In my eyes, there is a man in his twenties. He hugged Yaer ambiguously downstairs, patted Yaer on the back affectionately, as if he was saying something in his ear...

I hid in a corner and continued to stare at Yaer and the man. But my heart hurts, it hurts...

The man is very handsome, a little like a mature man. He only wears a white shirt, pulls the cuffs, and pulls out the suit trousers. Short hair, looking very capable. Indeed, it makes people feel better than me, a ruffian. My heart was cold, and my eyes were a little wet. I said to Ya'er's back, "Goodbye, Ya'er..." I turned around and walked, leaving me with some dimary footsteps.

In the next month, I didn't look for Yaer again. I began to forget. To be precise, I tried to forget everything between me and Yaer.

When Ya'er finally couldn't help coming to me, it was already a month later. She took a small box and the box was locked. She didn't know that I saw the ambiguous hug between her and the man. She didn't know that I had changed at this moment and became a little ruthless. Maybe the ruffians were all like this. Well, if it's betrayed, then I'd rather smash it...

It is still the face with a shallow smile, but at this moment, I look at this once familiar face and feel a little hypocritical and pretentious. Maybe the shadow left to me by the scene that day is really big. I'm speechless and silent. I'm not very talkative in front of her.

"Have you forgotten what day it is today?" Yaer asked me.

"What day?" I look a little perfunctory, plus a little impatience.

Yaer's face changed slightly: "Today is the day we have been together for a year. Have you forgotten? It doesn't matter. This is for you. Leave a souvenir..." After saying that, I seemed to see a trace of grievance in Yaer's eyes, and then she turned around and left.

I stopped her: "Yaer..." Yes, I'm going to have a showdown with her and give her freedom. I don't want her to face me so hypocritically, so that I will be more uncomfortable and awkward.

Yaer stopped, turned around, stared at me, blinked her smart eyes, and seemed to be asking what was wrong?

"Let's separate and give you freedom..."

The first time I saw Ya'er crying, her eyes were so desolate, as if she was complaining about my ruthless and irresponsible words.

"Why? Can you tell me?" Her voice was a little choked.

I shook my head and stubbornly didn't want to mention the scene that made me despair again. I just said, "Women are caused by the Creator taking down a rib from a man. Maybe it's a mistake for us to be together. When we meet the right person at the wrong time, the end is destined to be like this. Maybe you are not my rib at all. Let's leave a little room for both of us to find our own rib..."

Yaer cried even more. She looked at me in disbelief and was heartbroken: "No! You have changed! I've always thought that you have changed, but I believe you. I didn't say anything to you, wind, do you know? I thought we could last forever, but I didn't expect you to do this to me! Now, you won't even tell me a reason?"

I dare not look into her eyes. I'm afraid of those eyes. I don't know what's going on. All I know is that at this moment, my mind is blank, and it seems that there is still Yaer's figure and that shallow smile in my heart...

Then, Yaer also ran away stubbornly. There seemed to be no words left between us, just silence and resentment...

It's night. I sit by my window sill and smoke depressedly. I like to sit alone in front of the window and look at the night sky. Thinking of the box, I went to open it and have a look. Inside was a letter and a diary written by Yaer, and there was a glass bottle next to it.

I picked up the bottle and took advantage of the moonlight. What I saw was one lucky star after another, colorful. At this time, I remembered her red and swollen fingertips when Yaer handed me the box. I thought to herself, "Are these all made up by her one by one? My hands are swollen..."

This year, when we were 18 years old, a young relationship disappeared just because of our stubbornness...