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At the dinner table, Ren Yin ate some Liangpi.
Everyone finished eating, waiting for Ren Yin to collect and wash the dishes.
Wang Xiaohong and the others are elders and will not accept them.
Ren Le got married, and Wang Xiaohong said she was a guest.
Where is the reason for asking guests to clean up the dishes?
Ren Yin stood up, but couldn't help laughing: "Who put the dishes at noon today?"
She can't eat any food with stretched arms on this side, and the dishes on the other side of her are almost falling off the table.
She is the master.
Opposite her is the guest.
In front of Ren Le are Ren Le's favorite dishes.
There is a pot of clear soup in front of her.
Ren Le is the eldest sister and also a guest.
She is the master.
She is warm and hospitable, she would rather wrong herself than wrong her guests, she understands.
But why among the hosts, she is the most downcast one. At the end of the meal, all the empty plates that others have finished eating are placed in front of her.
Why did she passively become the one who was sacrificed?
Ren Le: "I don't know, I've been like this since I came here."
Wang Xiaohong was a little disgusted with Ren Yin's fuss: "What's wrong?"
Ren Yin: "What's wrong? I can't get food? There are all empty plates in front of me."
Wang Xiaohong still treats her like a child: "The table is long and has no short hands. You can't pick up the food, so stand up and pick it up?"
Ren Yin stood holding chopsticks: "I'm not a child anymore, I've grown up. I just need to pinch the chopsticks and I'll stand up?"
I'm afraid, it was her Ren Yin who kept standing up and sitting down all afternoon, looking hungry, making her so hungry.
Ren Yin sat down and stretched out her arms as far as possible, and the chopsticks went over the soup basin and fell into the plate: "I'm here to pick, no, the food!"
Wang Xiaohong was dissatisfied and worried: "You can't get any food in your own home. Let me see what will you do when you get married and go out?"
Ren Music: "I'm married, who else should I be mad at? I can't love you."
If she is married, in this way, let her eat so much food on the table that she can't catch it, and all the food is brought in front of others, how can she still be a bird?
I would rather be a bachelor for the rest of my life.
Even if you are married, you can get divorced. If you can¡¯t get enough to eat, why should you be bullied by others all your life?
Wang Xiaohong felt that it might be tolerated, but Ren Yin felt that he could not bear it.
She couldn't hold a table of dishes.
A table of people, she alone was isolated and ignored.
The loneliness in the bustle is far more uncomfortable than the loneliness in the silence.
In the silence, at least you can hug yourself together.
In the excitement, you have to spread yourself out and pretend to be happy and polite, and then be dried up by the indifference of the crowd.
Ren Yin doesn't want her to become a dispensable existence.
Her rebuttal, her expounding her point of view, is disrespectful and disfilial in the eyes of others.
Her questioning, what she strives for, in the eyes of others, is like a vexatious fight.
It's over.
While Ren Yin was sleeping, Ren Le called to ask what Ren Yin was doing.
Ren Yin: "No reason?"
Ren Le: "Why are you doing nothing?"
Ren Yin: "I just don't have anything to do. Do you have anything to do?"
Ren Yin's attitude was very clear, she didn't want to answer, and felt that there was no need to tell Ren Le everything.
She needs a certain amount of private space and does not need to report everything about her to others.
In the end, the two fell into a stalemate.
Ren Le wanted to get to the bottom of it and ask what Ren Yin was doing.
But Ren Yin didn't want to answer, "It's not something important, why do you care so much? I want to have a little private space!"
Ren Le immediately hung up the phone and sent a message: I won't take the initiative to contact you in the future, don't worry.
Ren Yin hugged the quilt and smiled very crisply: "Ah ~ who stole my right to refuse to answer."
"Sleep, sleep~ I really want to sleep without getting up. It's annoying, it's not fun."
A dancing puppet can only let others retire. What if the puppet has its own ideas?
Monsters.
Fear comes from the unknown.
When you are hysterical, others will only point and point, "Do you think that person has a mental illness", "It's too noisy, don't you know it's immoral to disturb others?"
You quietly closed your mouth, with the corners of your mouth raised.
The crowd that dispersed because of the screams returned to you. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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