I remember when we met this time, when the rain was sunny. After three days of rain, even the usually dirty streets seemed clean, not to mention the fresh and lush trees on the roadside.
At first I was happy, I did n’t expect that you really wanted to see me that far. I even made this decision before. If you come, I think you are my true son, no matter what your family is. So whether you have enough money or not. We went to the nearby scenic area together, and went to the museum together. My happiness was so obvious. Looking at the constant worry on your face, I knew you were lying to me. But at that time I just thought you were just starting to work and it took time to find your direction.
Finally you told me, you said you were a MLM, you said that you even called to your own mom.
I admit that my disappointment manifested on the surface, even though I said wrongly: I do not discriminate against any profession that does not look like, I respect the choice of anyone, but I am not willing to do what I do not want to do.
In fact, I really thought a lot in my heart. I remembered the good friend who pulled me to MLM in my sophomore year, our deep friendship, and the temptation of my high school classmates to be enemies of money for three years. I have heard their lectures, but I have never recognized them. I have always despised the kind of empty talk, the kind of people who want to put their wishes on their lips, and the kind of people who always want to take shortcuts. So she stayed there later, and I went back to school alone, but I didn't tell anyone, because I knew that one day that friend would understand this truth.
Secondly, I thought of a distant aunt. His daughter and son were my classmates. They were all kind and down-to-earth children. But the son accidentally entered the MLM, and brought both his sister and mother. When the mother went, she knew she was deceived and had to get them back. Although she pulled back her daughter, her son did n’t want to go home. Unable to think about it, he killed himself by drinking pesticides. After hearing that, his son couldn't resist the pressure and committed suicide, and a family was so broken.
I thought about it again, a good friend from college called me out of MLM and told me how terrible it is. Hearing that he was afraid to tell his family, to his classmates, or even to borrow money to buy a home ticket. I was hiding alone at the train station. At that time, I was still thinking about my luck. At least my friends sent me back after I went in, and even bought a ticket for me. When I encountered this kind of thing again, I finally got a deeper understanding of the struggle and suffering in his heart.
But I didn't tell you this. I find that I have deep sympathy for you. But I know that when I say this, you must think that I look down on you, I think you are not saved. It takes courage for a person like you to have a strong self-esteem to go in. At the same time, it will be more difficult to come out after accepting.
So in the afternoon I made an excuse not to play with you, and the excuse didn't take you out to play. Because I don't know how to get along with people like you.
I just sent you a message: Nanchang is so bitter, you are always welcome to come to Suzhou. If there is a need here, I will help you. In any case, you are my classmate and friend of my university.
I didn't think I would be so noble, I would think so for you. Maybe it's my sympathy for the people of MLM.
Soon after, my mother called me and asked me why I refused the boy I had dated last time. I didn't say anything, only to know that it was you who made me hesitate so much that my youth couldn't stand such a frustration. I just hope you don't give me that hope anymore.
I don't know what to say to you. I feel wronged, but I also feel sorry for you. I feel that my youth is precious, but I am more worried about your future.
Today, I just want to say to you, I hope you come out early and find yourself. Please also stay away from my life.
Goodbye, everything that was once beautiful. Hope everything is a new beginning.