Tan Yutong never feels like a crying person, but after meeting Mo Chongyan, she seems to become a crying coward.

I cry when I encounter unhappy things. When I see which woman Mo Chongyan is closer to, I cry because I feel sad. When I feel that Mo Chongyan is indifferent to me, I cry because I feel aggrieved.

And these, in the 20 years before meeting Mo Chongyan, never happened.

Later, Tan Yutong finally understood and really understood.

That's love.

A person who can give everything for love will not care whether the other party will give him the same return, or even never dare to ask for anything.

However, once you realize that the other party is not good for you, but at the same time, they like others, or they are a little closer, you will feel aggrieved.

Think of these, Tan Yutong feel more aggrieved.

Mo Chongyan didn't speak, just hugged Tan Yutong tightly.

Tan Yutong did not speak, and cried silently. It seems that only in this way can she forget her dissatisfaction and the past.

But the tears that can't stop are constantly reminding Tan Yutong that even though things have been over for so many years, the scars left won't disappear with the passage of time.

Some things you think you have forgotten and can be mentioned with a smile. In fact, when you look back, you will find that it will continue to bleed out.

"Wife, I'm sorry. Don't be sad. Mo Chongyan used to be a jerk. I don't know how to cherish you, but he will take good care of you in the future. I won't let you suffer any more. "

Tan Yutong sucked his nose, as if he wanted to say something, but he pursed his lips, or he swallowed the words that had already reached his mouth.

Some things have indeed passed. Now that they have passed, why expose this bloody scar? Let it in the passage of time, slowly healing is not good?

After sucking his nose, Tan Yutong gently pushed away Mo Chongyan, took out two paper towels, wiped the tears on his face, and said in a slow voice: "things that have passed, don't mention them again in the future."

Mo Chongyan didn't speak, just looked at Tan Yutong with heartache. Sipping lips, there are thousands of words to say, but those words just turn around in the mouth, and then quietly back, as if at the beginning, did not appear.

After wiping away his tears, Tan Yutong looked up at Mo Chongyan and forced out a smile and said, "in the future, whether it's you or me, don't mention it again, OK?"

Mo Chongyan painfully rubbed Tan Yutong's hair, pursed his lips, and finally followed Tan Yutong's meaning and nodded gently.

"In that case, go and finish everything on the table now. Don't waste it."

Mo Chong Yan Leng, some helpless smile, heart said: just cry so sad, how can now immediately change the mood?

But Mo Chongyan just thought about it, but he didn't show it. He nodded again and said, "OK."