The person I loved most 2
Zhong Han touched Zhang Weiyao's hair and whispered, "I have shortcomings, too. Everyone has them."
He spoke so sincerely that Zhang Weiyao believed him.
In fact, he was really sincere at that time.
Zhang Weiyao was brave. If the other party was Zhong Han, she was willing to have a long-distance relationship and was willing to try this seemingly empty relationship.
She agreed to him and said, "From now on, I will be your girlfriend."
Before leaving, Zhong Han hugged Zhang Weiyao.
Then, they fell in love.
Zhang Weiyao knew Zhong Han's schedule by heart, so she would never disturb him when he was at work or resting. She was like an obedient young wife, very quiet when she was quiet, but she became a chatterbox when she was talking on the phone with Zhong Han.
They have always been sweet and have never had any quarrels. Zhang Weiyao understands Zhong Han's work, and Zhong Han understands Zhang Weiyao being alone. They understand each other and grow together.
From her sophomore year to her senior year, Zhang Weiyao would fly to Zhong Han's city every holiday. Zhong Han took her to travel all over the country and showed her many different sights.
During those three years, Zhang Weiyao gave all her first times, from soul to body, she gave them all to Zhong Han.
When they graduated from their senior year, all the other girls in the dormitory had broken up with their boyfriends, and only Zhang Weiyao was still dating Zhong Han. At this time, the roommates finally saw that the couple's feelings were indeed deep, and they never poured cold water on them again.
As soon as she got her diploma, Zhang Weiyao rushed to Taiyuan.
She thought, she had waited for three years, and finally she could be with Zhong Han every day. Zhong Han cleaned up the duplex one-bedroom apartment and waited for Zhang Weiyao to move in.
After Zhang Weiyao moved into Zhong Han's home, the two of them were like on a honeymoon every day. The young lady, who was naive about the world, took very good care of Zhong Han and was busy learning how to cook different meals every day.
This continued half a month later, one month later, and two months later.
One day, Zhong Han looked up from his computer, turned his head to look at Zhang Weiyao who was sitting on the sofa eating melon seeds, and asked, "Yaoyao, what did you do during your internship at school?"
Zhang Weiyao turned her head and said, "I don't have an internship."
"and you……"
"I asked my dad to give me a certificate." Zhang Weiyao ran over with a smile and hugged Zhong Han's shoulders from behind, "Have you finished the work?"
"No." Zhong Han gently grasped Zhang Weiyao's hand and let her lean on his shoulder. "Yaoyao, I just think that you are too bored and too tired doing housework at home every day. Our company is recruiting now. Are there any positions that you are interested in? I will help you to talk about it. Wouldn't it be better for us to work together?"
"No." Zhang Weiyao sat down on Zhong Han's lap and hugged his neck affectionately. "I just want to take good care of you. I don't care about anything else. Anyway, the money my dad makes is enough for me to spend for the rest of my life."
Zhong Han patted Zhang Weiyao's back gently, but he didn't know what to say. In his mind, he certainly hoped that Zhang Weiyao would have an independent job, no matter how much money she could make, it would be best if she had such a job.
In any case, he hopes that the two people are dependent on each other, yet independent of each other.
Zhong Han was a little conflicted. He didn't know whether he should say these words or not. After all, Zhang Weiyao came all the way here for him. Zhong Han thought about it for a while, then softened his heart and decided to forget it and talk about it later.
But as we waited, problems arose.
Zhang Weiyao thought that she and Zhong Han would never quarrel.
In order to win a project, Zhong Han became very busy. He had to attend social events after get off work and sometimes fly abroad to discuss business. Zhang Weiyao was too bored at home, so she called Zhong Han.
She lay pitifully on the sofa and complained to Zhong Han: "Honey, I'm so bored. When will you come back?"
Zhong Han hid in the bathroom and answered her call: "Yaoyao, I'm having dinner with a client. If there's nothing important, hang up first. I'll call you back at the hotel later."
Zhang Weiyao said gloomily: "Well then..."
Then she hung up the phone and sat on the sofa. The TV was playing a ridiculous TV series, and she was alone at home, feeling almost suffocated.
Zhong Han sometimes worked overtime until very late, and Zhang Weiyao would send him a message: "Are you lonely working overtime? Can I go to your company to accompany you?"
Zhong Han did not reply.
So Zhang Weiyao called him again: "Honey, why don't you reply to my message?"
Zhong Han was a little tired, but still said in a good-natured way: "Yaoyao, I'm busy. Can you wait for me at home?"
Zhang Weiyao was unhappy and complained: "What kind of crappy project is taking up so much time? Now we have no time to spend together. If you ask me, you should stop working and go out and have fun! My dad's money is enough for both of us."
Hearing this, Zhong Han felt uncomfortable and his good temper was about to disappear: "Yaoyao, I am different from you. You don't have to work to have money to spend, but I have to work to have money to spend."
"But why do you have to work so hard to make money when you can have a better life? I don't need you to support me, right?" Zhang Weiyao asked puzzledly. She was a daughter who lived in luxury and probably could not understand the mentality of ordinary working people.
Zhong Han took a deep breath and said, "Yaoyao, I am a man."
Then, he hung up the phone. When Zhang Weiyao called again, he turned off his phone. After that, he was in no mood to work.
When Zhong Han got home that night, he slept with his back to Zhang Weiyao. Zhang Weiyao moved over to hug him and playfully touched him all over. Zhong Han took her hand away and said in a deep voice, "Yaoyao, I'm very tired today."
Zhang Weiyao's heart skipped a beat and she became inexplicably frightened.
She silently moved back, looking at Zhong Han's back, not knowing what she had done wrong. So she thought to herself: Maybe Zhong Han is really tired, after all, he has been working overtime recently, so please be considerate.
So Zhang Weiyao came to her senses and said sweetly to his back, "Good night."
Good night.
For three consecutive days, Zhang Weiyao said good night to Zhong Han's back.
On the fourth day, Zhong Han finally got off work early. When he got off work, he saw a more sumptuous dinner on the table than usual. Zhang Weiyao tied an apron and brought out a plate of fish from the kitchen: "Are you off work? Go wash your hands and eat!"
Zhong Han put down his briefcase and went to wash his hands.
At the table, Zhong Han ate his dinner silently, but Zhang Weiyao didn't move her chopsticks. She put her arms on the table, leaned forward slightly, and looked at Zhong Han gently. Zhong Han looked up in surprise: "You don't want to eat?"
Zhang Weiyao smiled and shook her head. Somehow, Zhong Han seemed to see imperceptible tears in the corners of Zhang Weiyao's eyes when she smiled.
"What's wrong, Yaoyao?" he asked.
"Nothing." Zhang Weiyao's smile deepened, but as she smiled, she lowered her head and secretly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, "Nothing."
"Yaoyao." Zhong Han put down his chopsticks.
Zhang Weiyao's shoulders twitched. She lowered her head deeply, clenching her hands tightly. "I... I just feel like you don't like me anymore recently. I'm a little scared, but I don't dare to tell you... I wonder if I haven't done well... When I think about the past and recent times, I'm afraid that one day you won't like me anymore..."
Zhong Han frowned, stood up, walked around the dining table, walked to Zhang Weiyao and hugged her in his arms: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Zhang Weiyao hid in his arms and cried like a little girl. Zhong Han felt a little distressed and also a little guilty.
Ever since Zhang Weiyao came, every meal at home has been delicious, every corner is dust-free, and every piece of clothing is neatly folded. She has done so well, why should he blame her?
He thought that perhaps he was too harsh on Zhang Weiyao.
Love is not business, why do you have to care so much?
So, Zhong Han secretly told himself: I can't ignore Zhang Weiyao just because my ideas are slightly in conflict with hers. What two people need is adjustment and understanding, right?
However, everyone thinks this way when they are rational, but human rationality is often too fragile in the face of emotions.
They all think they can be as great as God in love, however, they are just deceiving themselves.
In fact, in the end, Zhong Han still felt a little bothered by Zhang Weiyao's lack of independence.
The day before the breakup, Zhong Han lost his job. Because Zhang Weiyao's birthday was coming up, he spent the whole day discussing with her how to spend the day after get off work, and thus he accidentally filled in the wrong data.
It was a contract worth six million, but Zhong Han missed a zero, and no one noticed it when checking or signing the contract. He was scolded by his boss for an entire afternoon, and then fired.
Zhang Weiyao knew that Zhong Han had been fired, so she patted him on the shoulder and said, "It doesn't matter. At worst we can find another one!"
Zhong Han lay on the sofa in frustration and said, "It's not that easy to find a job."
"What's so difficult about it? You come back to Changsha with me and work for my dad. I guarantee you'll earn more than you do in Taiyuan." Zhang Weiyao said nonchalantly.
Zhong Han was already feeling annoyed. When he heard Zhang Weiyao's words, he sat up from the sofa and raised his voice: "Can you please stop talking about everything to your dad? If you want to rely on your parents, don't take me with you!"
Zhang Weiyao was startled and looked at Zhong Han in shock.
Zhong Han tugged at his tie, walked into the bathroom with a grim face, and slammed the door shut.
Zhang Weiyao stood there blankly - it was the first time that Zhong Han was so mean to her, she was so frightened that she sat down at the dining table in a daze.
She waited there, her hands clasped together, looking anxiously in the direction of the bathroom.
After a while, Zhong Han came out after taking a shower. He had a towel wrapped around his head and went into the bedroom without even looking at Zhang Weiyao.
Zhang Weiyao stood up, paused for a moment, and then sat down slowly. She scratched the table with her fingers, not knowing what to do.
After Zhong Han entered the bedroom, he never came out again. Zhang Weiyao didn't dare to enter the bedroom, she was afraid that Zhong Han was still angry, she suddenly felt that in this relationship, she loved so humbly.
Even so, she still wanted to help Zhong Han.
So, she spent an entire night looking for job information online, and then selected some and wrote them down on paper. She thought that since she had helped Zhong Han find so many jobs, he would definitely not be angry with her anymore.
The next morning, as drizzles tapped against the windowsill, Zhang Weiyao pushed open the bedroom door and walked in. She squatted in front of the sleeping Zhong Han and gently called his name: "Zhong Han, Zhong Han." Zhong Han frowned in his sleep.
Zhang Weiyao took out a piece of paper filled with job positions and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I've found a lot of jobs. See if there are any that you like and are suitable for you. I've listed the salary, company name, position, work system, and transportation."
Zhong Han turned over, feeling very irritable after waking up.
"Zhong Han?" Zhang Weiyao shook Zhong Han's body.
Zhong Han opened his eyes, turned his back to her and said coldly: "Can you be quiet for a moment?"
Zhang Weiyao quickly shut up. After a while, she spoke weakly again: "Zhong Han..."
She was too noisy, and Zhong Han felt more and more annoyed.
He lifted the quilt and sat up, staring at Zhang Weiyao sleepily and irritably: "Can you see what time it is now? I'm sleeping, sleeping! I'm tired for so many days, can't I rest after being fired?"
"Zhong Han, don't be angry..." Zhang Weiyao quickly stood up, the paper in her hand was deformed by her, "I... I just want to help you..."
"Can you please stop looking so pitiful? It's as if I, a man, have bullied you in an extremely unjust way!" Zhong Han was almost crazy, and his messy hair made him look even more ferocious.
"Don't be so mean, I just want to help you!" Zhang Weiyao was a little anxious.
Zhong Han was angry: "I don't need your help, and you can't help me! You are just annoying me here!"
Zhang Weiyao was slightly startled, tears streaming down her face: "I'm annoyed? Zhong Han, I was afraid that you would be sad, so I didn't rest the whole night to list this information for you. Who am I doing this for?"
"Zhang Weiyao." Zhong Han got off the bed and stood in front of her. In the past, his height was enough to give Zhang Weiyao a sense of security, but now he gave her a suffocating feeling of oppression. "Because I love you, there are many things I didn't say before. Instead of being busy looking for a job for me, you might as well make yourself more independent! Yes, you have a rich father, and you won't have to worry about the rest of your life! But I'm different! I have nothing, I must work hard for the future! You... How can a person like you understand the pain of an ordinary person like me? So I beg you to stop bothering me, I need quiet time! Do you understand?"
"I didn't mean to bother you, I just wanted to help you..." Zhang Weiyao shook her head and sobbed softly.
Zhong Han took a deep breath, holding his head, trying to suppress his emotions: "Zhang Weiyao, you don't understand anything... you don't understand anything! Helping me like this will only make me feel very stressed, I beg you... please don't bother me, okay?"
"Zhong Han, am I just annoying you now?" she asked sadly.
Zhong Han's heart was too complicated, he didn't know how to answer Zhang Weiyao. He had always been too accommodating to Zhang Weiyao before, but now he didn't want to accommodate her.
Zhong Han's silence imprisoned Zhang Weiyao like a huge black hole. She was trapped in it and couldn't find a way to escape. Zhang Weiyao trembled all over and asked, "Zhong Han, do you still love me?"
Zhong Han hesitated for a moment, looked at her, and asked, "Yaoyao, do you think it's appropriate for two people with different views on love and lifestyles to be together?"
Arguing couples are very sensitive. Zhang Weiyao sensed the danger in Zhong Han's words, but she was not as tactful as Zhong Han. She wiped her tears and looked into Zhong Han's eyes seriously: "Are you telling me in a tactful way that we are not suitable for each other and you want to break up with me?"
Zhong Han closed his eyes, sighed, returned to the bed, and turned his back to her again.
Zhang Weiyao's emotions gradually rose: "Is that so? Can you explain it clearly in one sentence?"
"Yes!" Zhong Han turned around suddenly and roared explosively.
Zhang Weiyao's body trembled, and she laughed at herself in a self-deprecating way. It turned out that this man who seemed to treat her so gently on weekdays actually wanted to break up with her a long time ago...
"I once thought that we would live happily together until we grow old. I think I was too naive... I also think that I am being too hypocritical when I say these things now. Zhong Han, don't worry, if you don't like me anymore, I won't be so shameless to cling to you." The hot tears in Zhang Weiyao's eyes were about to burst, but she always insisted on not letting them fall.
Before she met Zhong Han, she always felt that she was very good, with a good figure and good looks. But after meeting Zhong Han, she always felt that she was not worthy of him. Her figure, looks, and money were all superficial. Compared with a superficially excellent person and a person with profound inner qualities, how could she not have a sense of inferiority?
That's why she wanted to take care of everything at home and make Zhong Han feel that she would be a well-behaved and virtuous girlfriend.
However……
However……
How ironic.
Zhang Weiyao wiped away her tears fiercely, picked up her bag and left.
Zhong Han wants to break up with her. Wouldn't it be even more embarrassing for her to stay?
But she really wanted Zhong Han to rush up and hug her, hug her tightly, and say, "Yaoyao, don't go. I was just angry. I love you, I love you."
If he could rush up and hug her like this, she would definitely turn back and throw away all her self-esteem.
However, Zhong Han did not rush over to hug her.
She walked and walked until she reached the train station, but he still didn't come.
Are we really going to break up?
Zhang Weiyao stood alone in the crowd at the train station, hugging her arms. In the past, Zhong Han had walked through the crowd to see her. At this moment, would he still walk through the crowd to see her?
The lonely and cold girl kept looking at the intersection where he might appear, but he never showed up again.
The morning passed, and so did the afternoon.
It was getting dark, and Zhang Weiyao's heart was dying a little bit as the night fell. He really wouldn't come again. The cold wind from the north made her face hurt, and it also dried her tears early. Zhang Weiyao slung her bag over her shoulder and turned to go to the ticket office.
One minute before boarding the train back to Changsha, Zhang Weiyao sent Zhong Han a final WeChat message: I’m leaving.
Then I blocked all his contact information without any mercy.
On the train, Zhang Weiyao was squeezed into the aisle by the crowds of people during the Spring Festival travel rush. She was like a puppet without a soul, standing still despite being squeezed here and there. Her eyes were dull, and only the tear marks on her face told people that she was still alive.
She stood for more than twenty hours, and her eyes were red for more than twenty hours.
When she got off the bus in Changsha, her legs were so painful that she could hardly walk. When her parents took her back to the car, she was still like a puppet. Her parents thought she was being bullied and almost called the police.
As for Zhong Han, he was groggy that day and saw Zhang Weiyao's WeChat message when he woke up in the middle of the night. When he replied to her message, he found that his message could not be sent. He called her again but found that the call could not be reached.
It turned out that he was put on the blacklist. Zhong Han smiled bitterly.
