Cruel people choose to hurt others, while kind people choose to hurt themselves.
Perhaps, the wound has been hiding in the warm and moist heart.
There, it is suitable for anything to grow.

When the pomegranates were as red as fire, Wu Zhizi and Ren Di came back.
After taking a shower on Wednesday night, Xia Chan went to the second-floor balcony to hang clothes. A couple with a child had just moved in next door. The child was about four or five years old and had not yet gone to school. He spent the whole day turning over bricks in the yard looking for crickets.
There was a breeze in the evening, a little hot, and the aroma of fried eggplant and meat wafted through the air. The child was lying outside the kitchen window, shouting to his mother, "I want some meat." Xia Chan put away the clothes hanger and bucket, spread her wet long hair, and leaned on the balcony railing with both hands, looking at the babbling child downstairs, with a faint smile on her face.
After looking for a long time, she felt a gaze behind her. Turning back, Wu Zhizi was standing by the door, looking at her with an ambiguous expression. She was much tanned and thinner.
Xia Chan didn't know what to say; she felt complicated.
"How was your trip with Ren Di?" Her voice was as calm as clear water.
Wu Zhizi walked forward and looked downstairs: "Adi is having a lot of fun. If he is happy, I am happy too."
Xia Chan looked ahead and asked nonchalantly, "Mom, is he good to you?"
"Why does this girl ask that?" Wu Zhizi looked at her with amusement, "It's good. Ren Di was a bit romantic when he was young, but every man is like that. He settles down after experiencing some things. He and I have something to talk about. Men at this age also care about people. He takes good care of me when we go out. We will settle down in Hangzhou in a month or so. Mom still says the same thing. I hope you can go with us. But if you really don't want to, just do what you want. Mom respects you."
"So fast?" Xia Chan asked quietly.
Wu Zhizi rubbed his forehead and said, "Well, I wanted to wait until you finished your exam, but he has almost finished dealing with the company's affairs, so we moved up the plan."
Xia Chan nodded.
We have to leave anyway, so it doesn't matter if we leave earlier or later.
The child downstairs was counting with five fingers, and there was a kind and warm look in Wu Zhizi's eyes.
Xia Chan turned her head and caught the light in her eyes, and suggested softly: "Mom, you should have a child in the future."
"Chanchan?" Wu Zhizi stared at Xia Chan with wide eyes, looking at her carefully a long time, "What's wrong?"
Xia Chan leaned on the railing, staring at a crape myrtle tree downstairs and smiled: "It's okay, I just think that after you have a child, Ren Di will be more family-oriented. Otherwise, it would be too boring for him to go to work and you to be a full-time wife. You are not very old, and having children is what makes a happy family. You still have a long life to live, so you have to live it well! As for me, I won't be too lonely in the future. If I have brothers and sisters, I will love them very much."
"You're so frivolous." Wu Zhizi scolded with a smile, squinting her eyes as she looked at the kid downstairs who was giggling after finding a bug, and her expression softened unconsciously.
Yes, Xia Chan hopes that Wu Zhizi can have a happy life. She cannot give such happiness, but she will overcome all difficulties to make it happen.
The wind brought an unknown flower scent, and her wet hair rubbed against her neck, so Xia Chan wanted to go to the room to find a hair dryer to dry her hair. She turned and walked towards the bedroom, and when she passed Wu Zhizi, she smiled and said, "I'll think about it."
"Silly girl." Wu Zhizi looked up at her. She had already walked in and went down the stairs.
Xia Chan returned to the room, closed the door, and had already thought of something to do.
She found a number from the undeleted text messages, dialed it, and told the person on the other end of the phone what she was thinking, asking him to do her a favor. After hearing the whole story, the other end readily agreed.
The moment she hung up the phone, she saved the number as a contact, lay on the bed and looked at the incandescent light on the ceiling. The strong light hurt her eyes.
Downstairs on the street, someone was singing Stefanie Sun’s song: “Sometimes I feel lonely and need another person like me…”
She couldn't help but .
Monet, maybe we are of the same kind. Otherwise, why would you be the first person I think of when I need comfort?
When Xia Chan returned home ten days later, she met Monet downstairs in the community.
He sat on the table in the pavilion, holding a dogtail grass in his mouth, one foot on the stone bench, one leg shaking constantly. Seeing Xia Chan approaching, he spat out the grass, walked up to her and said with a smile on his face: "Axia."
She stood in front of him and asked, "Well, is it done?"
"Fortunately, I have accomplished my mission." He raised his eyebrows proudly.
The man in front of him didn't change his expression and held out his hand: "Give me the things, you set the conditions."
The other party was like a child seeking credit. He looked at his empty stomach and curled his lips: "I won't cheat you. It's very simple. Just treat me to a meal."
"Okay," she replied.
Monet was delighted: "I want something expensive."
She nodded, knowing that he would not suffer any loss. Ten days ago, she told Monet about Ren Di and asked Monet to do everything he could to collect Ren Di's "gossip".
Monet took her to the pedestrian street in a taxi, booked a seat at the whistleblower's house, and placed the menu in front of her: "Order."
Xia Chan looked around, at the chili-red walls, the weird graffiti, the corners filled with old decorations, and felt a little puzzled: "Am I behind the times? Are you sure this place is expensive?"
Monet spoke up, his tone seeming to blame her for having no taste: "What's wrong? Does having more money mean it's expensive? I'm talking about the aristocratic temperament."
"Oh ... I don't see any aristocratic temperament in him..." Xia Chan was a little unsure and looked at the menu over and over again.
"Do you understand the temperament of heavy metal rock? Forget it, you won't understand even if I tell you." Monet took out an envelope from his canvas bag that was as tattered as a sack after a long time, poured out a bunch of photos and spread them out on the table, "Let's get down to business. This is what you wanted, see if it meets your requirements. Oh, and there are videos, all in here." He took out a USB flash drive from his pocket and put it on the table.
Xia Chan looked at the table. There were photos of Ren Di deliberately rubbing against beautiful girls, photos of Ren Di entering and leaving massage parlors and arm in arm with women, and some half-naked photos in the hotel. They were taken at different times, some recent, and some older.
"I still have some videos that are not suitable for children in my computer, but I didn't bring them with me because I was afraid you would get stye. The videos have also been processed. I guess these are enough to deal with that pervert." Monet assured, patting his chest.
Xia Chan flipped through the photos and was a little shocked by his efficiency and ability. She had originally thought that one or two would be good enough.
Monet observed her expression and said in a sly way, "Don't look at me with admiration. This is your first time asking me to do something for you, so I have to do it properly. The process is not important. Are you satisfied with the result?"
Xia Chan put the photos and USB drive into her bag: "Thank you, it's very helpful to me."
"Don't thank me so quickly." Monet crossed his legs and yawned. "To ensure everything goes well, I'll also provide after-sales service." He waved for Xia Chan to come over.
Monet told Xia Chan about his plan, and Xia Chan looked at him with a helpless look on her face: "Will your idea work?"
"Sure, leave it to me." He was confident.
The waiter came to urge them to order. Monet held his face with one hand and smiled, "Hey, what do you want to eat?"
Xia Chan looked at the menu again, spread her hands, and answered honestly: "I don't know what you like to eat, how about you order?"
"What would you do without Brother Monet?" Monet stretched and said with a smile, then turned to look at the waiter, "Beauty, order a classic set meal for two, extra spicy."
Xia Chan stopped the waiter who was about to leave and asked Monet: "Aren't you allergic to spicy food?"
"You like it, it's just an allergy, just take a few pills and it will be fine." Monet insisted that the waiter go down.
Xia Chan couldn't persuade him. She just watched him hold his face with his hands, staring at her with a smile on his face.
Xia Chan pretended not to hear and turned her head slightly, closing the menu and putting it aside: "It's up to you."
The waiter served them the tableware and soon all the dishes were served. Monet emphasized again the points to be noted in the plan to be implemented tomorrow.
When they were almost done eating, Monet drank cold water because of the spiciness and asked with a gasp, "How is it?"
"Are you asking about the food or tomorrow?" She put down her fork and wiped her mouth with a napkin. The food in this restaurant is really good. He has good taste.
Monet held up two fingers, took a sip of his cold drink and panted, "All, all."
"The food is delicious, but things remain to be seen. Have you finished eating? I'll go pay the bill." As she answered, she lowered her head and took out her wallet from her bag. Monet had already stood up and was waiting for her.
When paying the bill, before Xia Chan asked how much it cost, Monet had already handed over a black card. She looked serious and watched his actions: "What do you mean?"
Monet smiled but said nothing.
The waiter patiently explained: "Hello, this is the case. This gentleman is our newest member. With this card, he can enjoy ten free meals."
Monet put the card away, leaned lazily against the front desk and looked at her sideways, his eyes filled with calculating cunning: "I told you to treat, I didn't tell you to pay the bill." He walked out with a sly smile, motioning for her to follow him.
Xia Chan asked angrily from behind, "Why did you apply for a membership card if you don't eat spicy food? You did it on purpose, didn't you? You do things that go against common sense all day long. You're a new member? When did you apply for it?"
"Ah, let me think, about three or four hours ago." He pretended to take out the card and looked at it.
She looked at him, feeling sympathetic. It seemed that he had made plans long ago. In fact, he invited her to dinner, but she took all the credit.
After going out, he stopped a car on the side of the road to take her home.
The car went back at a moderate speed. The trees on both sides of the city streets were receding. She sat in her seat and watched the sky gradually darken outside.
Monet sat nearby and chattered on the phone with Dafei to discuss tomorrow's affairs.
At night, Xia Chan lay in bed thinking about what Monet said and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.
The next day, at dawn, she went to Wu Zhizi's room to ask for Ren Di's phone number. Ren Di was busy with work this month and slept in the company's staff dormitory and did not come. Wu Zhizi buried her head in the quilt, not fully awake, and asked her in a daze what she wanted to see Ren Di about.
Xia Chan said softly that she wanted to talk to Ren Di.
Wu Zhizi was in a good mood, thinking that Xia Chan had come to her senses and wanted to cultivate a father-daughter relationship. She muttered a few words like in a dream, "That's good, let's talk it over."
Looking at the unclosed glass window and the quilt that Wu Zhizi had dropped on the ground, Xia Chan sighed and covered her with the quilt, then walked over and closed the window.
After washing up, she took her things and went out, bought a few buns and a cup of soy milk at the breakfast shop in the alley , then called Monet and asked him to proceed according to the plan.
The call to Ren Di went smoothly. Ren Di was surprised and delighted when he received Xia Chan's call. When he heard that Xia Chan wanted to ask him out, he agreed to come over without saying a word.
At eight o'clock, Xia Chan had already arrived at the agreed place under the Shangchuan Bridge at Beijiangzhoutou. She sat in the pavilion of Youjiang Pavilion, waiting for Ren Di's arrival.
Around 8:40, Ren Di arrived. He parked his car in the parking lot next to him and walked towards Xia Chan with high spirits.
"Chanchan, why did you think of asking me out?" He chuckled, walked across the corridor and sat down opposite her.
Ren Di's eyes kept wandering on her face, making her feel a little uncomfortable.
Xia Chan looked calm and smiled gently and politely: "Uncle Ren, may I ask how you divorced your previous wife?"
Ren Di was stunned. He didn't expect this question. He said unhappily, "Why do you bring this up?"
" If you don't want to talk, then I'll tell you about my parents." Xia Chan placed her hands on the edge of the table, lowered her eyes, and said slowly, "When I was old enough to understand, my parents were always arguing. Dad only loved his work, and Mom only loved arguing with him. I often wondered why two wrong people would get married? Sadly, they gave birth to me. I couldn't avoid it, so I could only pretend that I knew nothing. When I was eight years old, my parents smashed everything in the house and wanted to divorce. I hid behind the door, watching my father rush out with red eyes and my mother shouting in a hoarse voice, 'Why don't you just die'."
She looked at Ren Di with a bitter smile: "It was raining heavily that day. When my mother and I saw my father again, he was no longer quarreling. He was sleeping on the cold bed in the hospital with a calm face. It was the first time I knew that my father could be so quiet. Later, my mother changed. She became less talkative and cold to me. Sometimes she would lose her temper for no reason."
Ren Di looked confused. As experienced as he was, he didn't have much sympathy for this cliché failed marriage. Of course, Xia Chan didn't want his sympathy.
He said: "It's the past. When you reach my age, you won't care about it anymore."
"But now, there are still some things that I can't take lightly." Xia Chan's words were full of thorns, directly hitting Ren Di's soft spot, "For example, Uncle Ren's 'romantic'."
"What do you mean?" Ren Di frowned and glared.
Xia Chan looked into his eyes, took out a stack of photos from her bag, threw them on the table, and said sarcastically, "You know what I mean better than I do."
Ren Di's expression changed, and he quickly grabbed the photo and looked at it. The more he looked at it, the darker his face became. He clenched the photo tightly and looked at Xia Chan with an angry expression: "Where did you get these things?"
He pulled out his cell phone from under the table, calmly found Monet's number, and sent him a text message.
"That's not important." Looking directly at the man in front of her, she continued slowly, "My parents' incident is indeed in the past. It's precisely because Mom had a failed marriage that I don't want to see her being hurt by you again. You and Mom got the marriage certificate and met both families. I believe you are serious about her. So, I hope you can be more restrained and live a good life."
Perhaps it was because her expression was too confident. The originally panicked Ren Di sneered, with a bit of sharpness in his eyes, and shouted arrogantly: "Do you think I am afraid of a yellow-haired girl like you?"
"Of course you are not afraid of her, but with us, do you want to give it a try?"
Ren Di looked in the direction of the voice and saw the person speaking was a young man wearing a black vest, a baseball cap covering most of his face, his dyed white hair was dazzling, one arm was covered with tattoos, and he wore a silver bracelet on the other wrist.
Following behind him was a slightly plump younger brother, who was chewing gum, staring at Ren Di in a nonchalant manner, and dressed like a gangster.
Not far from them, there were three black Hondas parked. Two people wearing sunglasses and black clothes were leaning against the car bodies, watching their movements expressionlessly. Several other people wearing the same black clothes could be seen through the rolled-down windows.
Monet exuded a wild and arrogant aura, and walked closer step by step. His eyes behind his hair were deep and bottomless, hiding indifference and cruelty. He stopped outside the pavilion.
"Who are you?" Ren Di stood up and pointed at Monet, not at all nervous.
Monet curled his lips and smiled, his narrow eyes raised with a cold look: "Don't worry about who we are. Everyone has a bottom line. Once someone crosses this bottom line, they will do anything. The pile of photos in your hand is my bottom line."
Ren Di's face was not good: "What a mess."
"Asshole!" Da Fei cursed, spitting out his gum rudely, kicking the pillar next to him, and said viciously, "My big brother means to keep your hands under control. Among the beauties you molested is our big brother's ex-girlfriend. If you do it again, I'll chop your hands off! You old rascal !"
As soon as he said this, Ren Di immediately stopped talking. His face turned pale and he was obviously frightened. He asked Xia Chan unhappily, "Chanchan, who are they?"
Monet's eyes were filled with coldness, and he said, "We are her friends. I heard that you got promoted recently. What would happen if your boss knew you were like this? As a man, you don't have to have power, but you must have money, otherwise you won't be able to enjoy many things."
Monet said lightly, taking out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, and Dafei immediately bent down to light it for him. He took a puff of the cigarette and said, "We are here today for no other reason than to give you a chance. As the saying goes, money can be spent, but friendship can never be eaten up. I value friendship. Miss Xia is my friend, and you are her relative. I will give you a favor. Mr. Ren is a smart man. Let's stop here. If you let her mother down in the future, I will naturally find a way to ruin your reputation."
Ren Di felt humiliated and pursed his lips in silence.
Xia Chan stood up and took a step back. She looked at Ren Di, then at Monet, and said politely, "Uncle Ren, there are some things that we should just know about each other. There's no need to involve my mom. I can pretend I don't know about the photo, and you can just treat my friend's affairs as their own nonsense. From now on, you and my mom will live your lives, and I'll go where I should go. We can keep to ourselves, what do you think?"
Ren Di's brows were deep and his shrewd eyes moved between her and Monet. With his experience as a person who had been through this, he guessed that there was something going on between them.
He pressed further: "Do you have a backup of the photos?"
"Yes." Xia Chan nodded, "I'm not that stupid. I brought them all to you. You're good to my mom, so these things will always be at the bottom of the box."
Ren Di put the photo in his pocket with both hands. He looked straight at Xia Chan without the arrogance before and said firmly: "Remember what you said."
"Uncle Ren remembers it, so I will naturally not forget it." Xia Chan replied with a smile.
"Yeah." Ren Di's face softened and he responded coldly, probably because he didn't expect to be played by two juniors. He glanced at the two of them, daring to be angry but not to say anything, and then left in disgrace like a wolf with its tail between its legs.
As soon as Ren Di left, Xia Chan finally let go of the worry in her heart. She sat back on the stone bench, leaned limply on the stone table, and let out a long breath.
Seeing that person's car completely disappeared, Monet leaned on the railing and climbed in, smiling brightly, "Axia, how is it, how is it? I acted."
Xia Chan turned her back to him and gave him a thumbs up, saying, "The next Oscar winner."
Da Fei turned around and walked a few steps, then shouted to the three Hondas, "Brothers, you can go home now. Let's go to Xiahe Street and play a few rounds of billiards. I'll treat you to a midnight snack tonight!"
The other side blew a few whistles in celebration, and several cars sped away with a puff of exhaust gas.
Monet was desperately picking at the tattoo on his arm opposite Xia Chan: "This thing is so ugly and it itches so much. The boss said it's disposable. I think the material needs to be improved."
"I still have a headache." Da Fei cursed and pulled at his hair that was dyed like a feather duster, looking up at them, "Mo Wulai was watching Young and Dangerous all night last night, imitating the way the boss talked, and he memorized the lines very well. If Ella saw my messy hair, she would probably give me a pair of scissors."
Xia Chan turned to them with a smile on her face: "Thank you..."
She was sincere, they really helped a lot in this matter. Conventional methods could not deal with a shrewd person like Ren Di, so when Monet suggested using this method to support her, she was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, but she also wanted to try it.
Monet's face was filled with the excitement of having accomplished something. "Thank you, but I can't bear to hear you thank me. Be good, little sister, just remember to repay me."
Xia Chan nodded without hesitation.
The next moment, he frowned and expressed his concern: "Axia, wouldn't it be better to expose him in front of your mother? Wouldn't that be like leaving a time bomb around you?"
Hearing this, Xia Chan rubbed her forehead, looked at the bridge in the distance, and said, "There are some things you don't understand. Although Ren Di has shortcomings, he is not a bad person by nature. My mother has an irritable temper, but she needs love and care, and she can't afford another broken marriage. It's good to expose her, but the price is high, so it's better to hold Ren Di's handle and make him afraid in the future."
"Asha, you are very nice to your mother..." Monet took off his baseball cap and looked at her.
Xia Chan smiled and sat quietly, her thoughts flying.
The only person she was closest to was Wu Zhizi, so how could she not be nice to her? Even if Wu Zhizi had many misunderstandings about her and knew nothing about what she did, she didn't care.
After staying in Beijiangzhoutou for two hours that day, Dafei went to play billiard with Ella, while Monet, with a smug look on his face, asked Xia Chan to accompany him to a bar to apply for a resident singer position in the name of repaying a favor.
She couldn't understand why Monet had to live the life of Yang Bailao when he was destined to be a rich second-generation.
Perhaps, God chose us to be born differently so that everyone can choose the life they want.
Whether it is comfort or hard work, the taste of it is like drinking water, only you know whether it is hot or cold.
After meeting Ren Di, he didn't come to Xia Chan's house for two weeks. When Xia Chan was doing homework or eating, she would hear Wu Zhizi sending WeChat voice messages to Ren Di, asking him how the chat with Xia Chan went. Ren Di stammered and said it was okay, and Xia Chan laughed in her heart.
On Wednesday afternoon, Ren Di came to help Wu Zhizi move the luggage. When he took the box of clothes from Xia Chan, he looked uncomfortable and didn't dare to look at Xia Chan.
Xia Chan stacked a few books on the box, and two "click" sounds seemed like a warning.
"Chan, where are my pair of red high boots?" Wu Zhizi shouted in the house, followed by the sound of rummaging.
Xia Chan glanced at Ren Di, walked into the room, put the chair away, and prepared to stand on it: "In the box of the second cabinet. You said you were afraid it would be crushed, so you specially changed it to a big shoe box."
"I'll do it, I'll do it." Ren Di, who followed in, stepped onto the chair first, took down the box she mentioned and asked Wu Zhizi, "Is this it?"
Wu Zhizi took it and blew away the dust on it, then opened it and smiled with satisfaction: "Yes, yes, that's it."
"Look at my memory. Why don't you come with us? How can I live without you?" Wu Zhizi's tone was full of anticipation.
Xia Chan bent down and sorted the empty cardboard boxes on the ground: "I will come to see you often."
"You are here again, little girl. Do you dislike your mother? I respect you, can't you think about me?" Wu Zhizi looked at her angrily, and her next sentence was full of tears, "It's not easy for me to raise you to this age..."
"Azhi, you...ah..." Ren Di got down from the chair and comforted her.
Xia Chan knew that Wu Zhizi's emotions were like the wind, coming and going quickly. She rolled up the paper box in her hand and walked out to throw it away.
Behind him, Wu Zhizi was on the verge of exploding with dissatisfaction: "You stinky girl, you are so cruel... Oh, I won't live anymore..."
People are like this. They will regret what they said in the end.
Wu Zhizi had said not long ago that she would let Xia Chan do what she wanted, but now that they were about to part, she changed her mind. Wu Zhizi sobbed in the room, and Ren Di lowered his voice and coaxed her like a child.
After washing the mop, Xia Chan cleaned up the footprints on the floor. By chance, she looked up at Wu Zhizi's room, listened to the noise inside, and couldn't help laughing.
Wu Zhizi prepared a table full of dishes for dinner. She glared at Xia Chan unhappily and tapped the rim of the bowl with her chopsticks: "Have you decided? Do you regret living alone?"
Xia Chan nodded, munching on the rice in her bowl.
Ren Di picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs for Wu Zhizi, reminding her to eat. Wu Zhizi slapped his hand away, cast a sharp gaze at Xia Chan, and snorted coldly: "When you were a child, you were afraid of thunder and rain. I tell you that there are many strange things in this house. I didn't tell you before because I was afraid of scaring you. In the middle of the night, I always dreamed of a shadow on the window. That shadow..."
"Hey, what nonsense are you talking about? The more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes." Ren Di glared at Wu Zhizi and raised his voice.
"Okay, okay, let's stop talking and eat." Wu Zhizi picked up a piece of pork ribs and chewed it, her face not looking good.
The three of them finished their meal in silence. Wu Zhizi snatched the dishes that Xia Chan was about to wash, washed them and put them away silently, while Ren Di put the last few pieces of luggage in the car.
Wu Zhizi folded her arms, leaned against the door, looked at Xia Chan who was sitting on the sofa, and said, "I'll transfer this house to your name. I'll deposit living expenses into your card on time. Take care of yourself when it's cold or hot. No one will care if you get sick. Don't save on food. Although mom doesn't have money, she can still support you. Don't learn from those little girls who skip meals all day to lose weight."
Xia Chan nodded, with the corners of her mouth curled up: "Okay."
Wu Zhizi looked at the kitchen and bedroom and said, "I changed the gas, fearing that you might be poisoned. In winter, remember to open the windows for ventilation. Leave the lights in the room on when you are afraid to go to bed at night. It doesn't take much electricity. Also, don't think you can do whatever you want when I'm not around. Don't play outside too late at night and remember to lock the door. I'll call to check on you every week."
Xia Chan supported her forehead with her hand: "I know."
"What do you know? You have no conscience. I won't say any more. It's painful to talk about it." Wu Zhizi's eyes turned red, and she was obviously unhappy. She walked towards the door in a huff, stopped at the door, and spoke after a long while, "I'm leaving. No need to see me off."
Xia Chan looked at her and smiled, "Have a good trip."
The sound of high heels disappeared at the door, the door lock clicked, and the world returned to silence. The sound of a car starting was heard outside, and it drove away after a few minutes.
The cell phone suddenly rang, and a text message from Wu Zhizi popped up on it. Every word was heartbreaking: Take care of yourself, Mom loves you.
The pretended strength collapsed the moment the door closed. My eyes fell on the blue screen of my phone. My throat felt bitter and tears suddenly flowed down.
In the quiet room, the clock on the wall made a silent sound. On the snow-white wall hung a watercolor painting: a girl with wings fell from a high cliff. In the layers of clouds, she spread her wings hard and wanted to fly into the sky.
She is at the edge of the cliff of youth, welcoming the warm sunshine and wind and rain of fate. She always wanders alone through this gloomy sky.
If you don't ask for too much, this result would be good, right?