The president is committing suicide

He disagreed: "I used to think that it's better to destroy a temple than to break up a marriage. I would make amends if I could, and live in tolerance and harmony. How can you be content and not get angry? How can all the good will in the world be concentrated on you alone?"

"Now that I'm this age and this state, endurance is bullshit. While conditions permit, living happily is better than anything else."

Ding Jiaying didn't believe that these were words spoken by her prudent and tolerant father. It was somewhat contrary to his image.

Seeing her surprise, her father grinned and said, "I used to think that I had to live like a human being, to be promising and motivated, and to impress your grandfather. Now it seems ridiculous. Just like your uncle, he acted capriciously all his life, never caring about other people's feelings, but only about his own preferences."

Ding Jiaying felt that her father was too fond of her uncle. What could that idiot do?

"When he was young, he saw through the vanity of it all and was only willing to bow down to the people he loved. He didn't like to be in the limelight, nor did he like to show off his intelligence in front of others. He just lived with the flow and the trend. The guy who rolled in the mud with his tail wagging is really happy. I have just realized this, but he has enjoyed it all his life."

"I don't agree. You are different. You are much better than him." Ding Jiaying did not agree with her father comparing her with such a person.

The father did not argue: "You will understand in the future. There is only one flight today. I bought you a ticket. You should leave early. Don't worry about us because we are fine."

When she arrived at the airport, Ding Jiaying realized it belatedly and started crying while looking at the sea.

"Why are you crying? Even though your new phone is ugly, it shouldn't make you cry, right?"

The mobile phone store owner’s joke was not funny at all, but Ding Jiaying still laughed until her nose was covered with snot.

"Did you find your flowers?"

"Humph, no. Just because you're unhappy, do you want me to be unhappy too? I actually want to make you happy."

"Thank you. I appreciate your kindness. Please install the card in my phone."

She pouted and took the card from her hand and put it into her new phone, mumbling: "I'm putting it in for you, don't cry. If you don't know, you'd think I'm abandoning you."

"I'm a woman." Ding Jiaying laughed again and her nose was full of snot bubbles.

"I'm a woman too. But I have high standards. I can't stop laughing until my nose bursts."

Ding Jiaying laughed even more wildly.

"Is it that funny? Did you eat something you shouldn't have?"

In order to divert her attention, Ding Jiaying made small talk: "Did you cut your hair yourself?"

Her smile was very clean and beautiful, and her hair was short and slightly curled at the ends: "Yeah, not bad, right?"

What Ding Jiaying wanted to say was that the layers were not cut well and she should go to the barber shop to fix it. But her expression was so proud and bright that Ding Jiaying couldn't say this.

"It's amazing. I can't even hold a pair of scissors with my backhand."

"Okay. It seems that you are not a bad person. Call me Ayu, and we will be friends. Next time you come to the island, you can come and play with me."

When she took the phone, she found that she had already installed all the apps she frequently used in a short while.

"I can't transfer the previous information on your phone here. You have to go back and find someone reliable."

Ding Jiaying stretched out her hand: "Thank you. Ah Yu, my name is Ah Ying."

"Why can you repair cell phones but don't have your own? The signs on the door all have landline numbers."

"Since we are friends, I will answer your question for the first time. I won't tell anyone else." Ayu shook her head.

"I'd like to hear the details." Ding Jiaying's tears finally stopped.

"Mobile phones are said to be the most free communication tool in the world, but in fact they deprive you of the freedom not to communicate. For example, if I wanted to hang out outside yesterday, you couldn't find me, so I didn't have to come back to work. This is my freedom."

“Dematerialized freedom?”

"You seem to understand something." A Yu was a little surprised and tilted her head to look at Ding Jiaying again.

"So you cut your own hair and make your own clothes?"

Ah Yu was even happier: "Not only that, I did everything I could do by myself. When I come back later, I will take you to see the bread oven I made myself."

"You still want to bake dry bread in such a hot place? Can you eat something better?"

"Forget it, you don't understand. I'll cook it for you when you come."

"Were you there when I came to see you?"

"Pretty much. I'm not leaving this island."

"Don't you care about freedom now?"

“Being here is the freedom I want.”

Ding Jiaying had a conversation about freedom before boarding the plane, which made her feel a little confused, but invisibly alleviated her anxiety about these things in the future.

Freedom? The freedom to choose to return to Shen Cong, the freedom to return with confusion and anxiety about the future, how can this not be considered a kind of freedom?

What's the use of idle thoughts?

Just like A-Yu still has the right to use the scissors freely even if she ruined her hair.

Ding Jiaying has the freedom to decide where to go as she pleases, even if there are many difficulties.

The plane flew over the sea for a short time and soon landed on the thicker continent, and then passed through the clouds from the continent.

More than ten hours later, Ding Jiaying returned to the previous place.

Shen Cong appeared in front of her at the first moment.

She found that even though she had not been away for long, she still missed him the moment she saw him.

Very very much.

But this time, she did not throw herself into his arms, but just looked into his eyes quietly, smiled and walked towards him step by step firmly.

She had a strange premonition that this time they would reach each other even closer, sharing souls more intimately and sharing some secrets.

Ding Jiaying kept talking about how she was about to faint from the heat on the island, and how rare and welcoming the cold air here seemed at this moment.

"I'll ask Luo Yan to fix your broken phone for you."

If Shen Cong hadn't mentioned it, Ding Jiaying would not have thought about it.

But it contained top-secret chat records with Xiao Mimi, and I didn’t know about the previous car accident, so it didn’t matter.

Nowadays, as long as people are alive, it is impossible for them to let their mobile phones out of their sight and expose their chat records to the view of outsiders.

This is dignity.

If I die one day in the future, these electronic assets can only be handled by Xiao Mimi, the person who knows the most.

Even Shen Cong can’t do it.

"No need. Our company has guys who specialize in repairing equipment. They can handle this. Besides, there are some commercial secrets here, which cannot be easily taken out."

Regardless of whether Ding Jiaying's excuse was appropriate or full of loopholes, Shen Cong neither refuted nor stopped her.

Ding Jiaying breathed a long sigh of relief.

It was late at night and quiet again, the sound of snowflakes falling still seemed unfamiliar.

The snow came a little earlier this year.

Shen Cong instructed Luo Yan on the other end of the phone to pay close attention to Ding Jiaying's movements.

"Mr. Shen, do we really not need to track the phone? It won't be difficult for us to get it back."

Shen Cong's eyes were filled with complex expressions: "It's meaningless."

You will know what you are supposed to know sooner or later, but today, at least she doesn't know it, and she didn't push away his arms.

All the kisses and rhythms are still so familiar and so heart-warming.

He just craved every minute he spent with her, even if it was just stolen, just an illusion.