7: Chapter 7: Unhappy People

Chapter 7: Unhappy People

"Don't tell me that there's no misunderstanding! I think you just forgot how my father died! If it wasn't for the sake of your family, he would have died so early! "It's better now. How long has it been since we' ve been married? You're going out of the wall!" As Zhang Shiyang spoke, he threw away the beer bottle in his hand and walked to me tremblingly. Two sharp and loud slaps appeared on my face. 1

I quickly covered my face in pain. The burning sensation made me deeply aware of my current situation.

Sometimes, there would be one or two moments. I really hope that the one who donated his organs wasn't his father. If that was the case, this bad relationship might not begin...

"I'll never forget what your father did for our family... But what you're doing right now is worthy of your father's original intention..." I covered my face. At that time, Father Zhang had indeed told me that he hoped that the two of us could get married and continue walking. But Zhang Shiyang took everything as my fault, my sin...

"Don't talk to me!" When Zhang Shiyang heard this, he seemed to be even angrier than me. He grabbed my hair and smashed it onto the ground.

The inertia of my body caused me to take a few steps forward. In the end, I didn't hit the ground. Instead, I hit the wall and hit a big bag on my head. The pain caused me to grimace and tear my heart apart.

I didn't dare to say anything to defy him. I just watched him stare at me coldly. His coldness was different from Gu Yi's. His coldness made people want to die. It made people feel uneasy and couldn't help but leave this place. As for the Gu Yi's indifference, it was filled with a mysterious temptation that made people want to find out...

Zhang Shiyang didn't know if he did n' t want to hit me again, or if he was tired and lazy. Anyway, he just glared at me and wanted to leave.

Although I didn't know what he was going to do, with my understanding of him for four years, I' m afraid he's going to the Internet Cafe again.

Not long after Zhang Shiyang left, I sat by the bed and took out a salve that was about to be used up from the bedside table. I gave myself medicine in pain.

After he left, he didn't close the door. Not long after, I saw my neighbor next door.

I quickly hid the ointment. I don't want others to think that I' m a unhappy family.

"What are you hiding?" It could only be blamed that my hands and feet weren't too sharp. Aunt Chen from the next door saw me hiding the ointment when she entered.

I felt a little guilty. I quickly shook my head and said to Aunt Chen," No..." "What can I hide!"

When Aunt Chen saw that I was hiding something from her, she put on a look of displeasure. She looked at the red packet on my head with heartache. She clicked her tongue and grabbed my hand. She gave a good exhortation and said," I'm sorry. It was n' t auntie who said that you were here all day. We all knew about his father's back then. The hospital has already paid them a large sum of money! "Listen to auntie. This kind of man is really not worth it. Look at the time. It's time for a divorce!"

When I heard this, I felt a little touched. When I had an organ transplant, no one would have thought that the operation would fail. No matter how much money the hospital paid to their family, Father Zhang would die if he died. No matter how much money he had, he would not be able to exchange for a man.

So, she shook her head. This was what our family owed them. Now, I was the only one who came to pay them back. I felt that it was enough." Auntie, you're overthinking it." "It doesn't matter. I ca n' t stand it either. Alright, don't try to persuade me. I wo n' t get divorced."

Aunt Chen couldn't say anything. She sighed and left.

When I saw Aunt Chen leave, I felt very uncomfortable. I knew what was going on right now.

I took out my cell phone from my pocket and flipped through the WeChat account to find Bu Li's micro-signal. After hesitating for a long time, I finally typed a line and sent it to Bu Li:

My husband hit me again.

Bu Li replied quickly:

Was it convenient to make a WeChat call?

There wasn't a single person in the family right now, so there was or inconvenient. He called and I caught it.

"Hello."

"Don't leave... "I'm sorry, I did n' t let you rest on the weekend. I'll call you back."

"It's not a big deal. Everyone is friends. Besides, An Mo, you' re my teacher in writing."

"I'm not in a good mood right now. Do you still remember the violent male lead that often appeared in my novels?" I swallowed a mouthful of saliva. I didn't know if I should tell him about my personal matters. Although parting was a man, we were just a confidant we met on the way to a novel.

"I remember."

"That hero is my husband..." As I spoke, tears began to flow down uncontrollably. I didn't have any friends, and I usually stayed at home while writing novels. This complaint was like a waterfall, with no end to it.

What was moving was that Bu Li had never left his phone and heard it.

He was silent for about a minute. Other than those comforting words, he put forward a pertinent suggestion." An Mo, you don't have to panic for now. In fact, your personal life experience is more like a good opportunity. If you write these stories into novels and go to the website to gamble, you might even be able to kill a bloody path. In this way, you can divert your attention, reduce in your body, and also pave the way for your own career."

When I heard this, I felt like I had been reassured. My mood was much better, so I just casually hung up the phone.

My pen name was An Mo, because I personally liked the poem "Long An Mo on endless trees, only hanging over the trees ". I thought it was very beautiful. Coincidentally, I met this man, so the two of us agreed!

I quietly turned on my computer and started to write a novel. I didn't know if it would succeed with such an article, but I would spend all my efforts on it because it carried my life and my experience.

I don't know why I would actually think of Gu Yi at this moment. Gu Yi and I had only met by chance. He did n' t leave any contact information, and I couldn't find him even if I went to that hospital.

Perhaps it was just a coincidence that the two of us met again. It would be as difficult as Qingtian if we met again. I sighed. He might just be a leaf in my life. It would be too difficult for me to find him again...

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