FWF Chapter 1242 Get a Good Night's Sleep
Chapter 1242 Get a Good Night's Sleep
The four of them sat on the rock for a long time, until Old Zhao's crying gradually subsided and his trembling shoulders gradually calmed down.
With a sigh, Old Zhao slowly raised his head, his expression returning to its previous calm state. However, this time, he exuded vitality, and the air of weariness around him lessened.
This might be the first time in over a year that he has confided his grievances to someone.
"Old Zhao, sometimes you have to learn to believe that there really are people who appear just to accompany you for a short but wonderful time, and then it takes a very long time for people to forget them."
It's right to be sad; it's proof that you loved each other deeply. Separation won't wait until you learn to say goodbye; it just comes suddenly.
You keep blaming yourself for what you did back then, but you were also very aggrieved back then. Although the outcome was not satisfactory, it was not what you had expected at the time.
You think that if you hadn't been together, this wouldn't have happened, and she would have survived. But how do you know she regrets being with you?
Wrong! It can be changed, but once it's missed, it's truly gone forever. What can't be returned is more than just time.
I ask you, do you think the ending of the story is important or not?
I don't know what you think, but I believe that the ending of a story is important, but the process is equally important, because the soul of a story is what happens next.
We know perfectly well that summer will end, youth will fade, and the people we like will eventually leave, but we will still welcome summer, enjoy youth, and still feel our hearts flutter for the people we like, still have expectations, and still be wholeheartedly serious. Those moments when we don't care about the ending are the ones that we remember for a lifetime. Lin Mo patted Lao Zhao's shoulder and said softly.
Zhao Ziyu smiled upon hearing this: "Yes, although I understand the reasoning, I can tolerate not knowing how the story begins, but I cannot accept not knowing how the story ends."
The hardest thing wasn't that she passed away, but that one morning I woke up and reached out to touch the empty spot on my pillow. That feeling told me that we would never see each other again.
It's like I wrote a story that was hundreds of pages long, but ended up missing a few pages.
If I were just a reader, the ending might not be that important. But I'm a character in the story, so how could the ending not be important? It's my life!
I don't think our story should end there, because snow shouldn't fall on sand!
Upon hearing this, Lin Mo froze on the spot. Yes, it turns out that what people find hardest to accept is never the end, but that the story stops in a place that doesn't belong to it at all.
Two people can break up, whether it's a peaceful breakup or a bitter one, but the worst thing to do is to end it in this way. It's like snow falling on sand—unreasonable, absurd, and suffocating.
In response, the Sichuan girl smiled slightly, put her arm around Lao Zhao's neck and laughed, "It's okay, everything will pass, just like when you came back this time. After all, the point of old friends meeting is that when you are down and out, there are still people who remember how spirited you were!"
“That’s right, Lao Zhao. I’m not good with words, but I know one thing: the ending of a story must be good. If it’s bad, then it’s not the final ending!” Wang Chu chimed in from the side.
Although he spoke bluntly, his words were exceptionally firm.
Seeing his three roommates by his side, Lao Zhao waved his hand and said, "I understand. And you guys don't think I'd do anything stupid, do you?"
Upon hearing this, the three of them all gave each other a look that said, "Isn't that right?"
It's obvious that the three of them think so, or at least that he has that possibility.
In response, Old Zhao chuckled self-deprecatingly and said, "You don't need to worry about that. If I really couldn't accept it, I would have gone with them long ago. You wouldn't have had a chance to see me come back."
When it first happened, I did have that thought, but my parents watched me around the clock, afraid that I would get stuck on it.
I stayed in my room for three months, in a daze. When you visited my hometown last year, I was actually there, but I was in a very bad state, even worse than I am now. I was too embarrassed to come out and meet you, or rather, I wasn't prepared at the time and could only watch you from a distance.
As for now, don't worry, I won't die. I still have my parents. If I died, the alarm I set on my phone would go off non-stop the next morning, and no one would eat the breakfast my mother made. No one would take care of them in their old age, and those who were looking forward to seeing me again would be disappointed.
But if I live, I will turn off my phone alarm every day, get up and eat the breakfast my mom makes, so they won't have to bury their child. Someone will take care of them in their old age, and they might even live a few more years. The people who look forward to seeing me will at least have something to look forward to. So, I will live, even if it's not a good life, I will still live!
Hearing this, Lin Mo and the other two looked at Old Zhao with some surprise, their eyes filled with admiration.
Well, Lao Zhao has a really impressive quality: he's incredibly resilient. It's probably because of the kind of tough, hard-working spirit that's ingrained in him as a Northeasterner. He treats setbacks and losses as lessons, which means that even when he suffers a major blow, he still has a fierce determination deep down.
Even if he was in unbearable pain and even wanted to die, he could easily say "I have to live" and his body would do just that.
"Why are you all staring at me like that? Isn't that right?" Old Zhao asked, puzzled.
The three nodded. Lin Mo said, "Yes, but I didn't expect it." Old Zhao chimed in with a smile, "I didn't expect you to be able to say it so easily? Heh~ I remember, it was around the end of August last year, when we were about to start school. I was at home, and one day I suddenly told my mom that I couldn't live anymore. My mom took the day off and took me to visit my elementary school, middle school, and high school. She also invited many of my friends to come and see me."
For several days in a row, I calmed down a bit and tore up the suicide note I had written. Once, I asked my mother why she did these things.
My mom said she knows me too well, especially the look in my eyes. She was scared. She told me, "Mom doesn't ask anything else from you, just don't go before me. Even if you don't want to take care of me when I get old, put some medicine in my porridge and I'll drink it!"
From that day on, I knew that I was my parents' hope, that my life no longer belonged to myself, that I had to live, and that I had to live for others.
Maybe I'll start a family with another girl in the future. Of course, I might also live on the happiness I imagine every day, as long as I don't bother others.
Then I started to comfort myself, telling myself that perhaps it was precisely because I had the ability to overcome it that this suffering befell me, and this reason had saved me countless times.
Later, as life went on and problems piled up, perhaps ten years, or even more, as the only son in the family, I would finally move on, become a father myself, and have my own children. Then, I might understand the feelings my parents had for me.
Upon hearing this, Lin Mo and the other two fell silent, but their eyes were filled with shock.
It turns out that the three of them weren't the first to hear Lao Zhao's cries for help; many people had saved him time and time again before.
Old Zhao's parents, his former friends, and even the deceased Xu Ying were all trying to save him.
Family, friendship, and love all worked together to save him, time and time again, which is how Old Zhao, who was riddled with wounds, came back to life, even if he didn't live well, he still lived.
He just keeps bringing up old grievances; that memory is too painful, so painful that he wants to speak up for himself and stand up for what was right.
The four of them finished their last cigarettes on the boulder; the sun had already risen.
"Let's go down the mountain and go back to rest. I feel much better now!" Old Zhao said, getting up.
Upon hearing this, everyone stood up and patted their butts.
Unlike the difficult ascent, the descent was much easier, not because it was easy, but because they had found the way down.
He got in the car, started the engine, and slowly drove back.
This time, the four of them were probably exhausted from physical exertion and mental fluctuations, and because they hadn't slept well the night before, they were all drowsy as soon as they got in the car.
Director Wang, who was driving, was the same; he would wipe his face with wet wipes from time to time.
When everyone returned to the residential area, Lin Mo got out of the car and said, "Well, you two go back to the dorm with Lao Zhao and get some sleep. I'll contact my teacher this afternoon to give Lao Zhao some treatment, understand?"
The Sichuan girl yawned: "Don't worry, I guarantee there won't be any problems!"
Director Wang nodded in agreement. Old Zhao knew that Lin Mo was worried that he would run away, so he didn't disappoint his friend's good intentions and said, "You should also get some rest!"
Lin Mo nodded: "Okay, have a good night's sleep?"
Old Zhao: "Okay, have a good night's sleep!"
With things having progressed to this point, a good night's sleep is the greatest blessing and the most practical thing to do.
Compared to any unrealistic words of comfort, a good night's sleep is the simplest, most direct, and easiest blessing to receive.
After the group parted ways, Lin Mo called his teacher, briefly explained the situation, and then went upstairs, exhausted.
As soon as he entered the room, Liu Ruyan heard the noise and came out of the bedroom. Seeing his tired appearance, she didn't ask any questions, but gently said, "You must be exhausted. Come in and rest!"
Lin Mo smiled upon seeing this: "Okay~"
(End of this chapter)