Chapter 82 (2/2)
Doumi looked at Changwen and said, ”I'm a loser. I didn't expect you to be so careful. What I said three years ago is still in your mind.”
”Doumi, although you don't regard me as your brother-in-law, I've regarded you as my sister-in-law since the first day when I entered doumi's family. I think: when you are dying, you should satisfy your wish to be beautiful and die.”
Doumi hesitated for a moment and said, ”throw the dressing box here.”
”Doumi, can you throw the dressing box? It will break. The mirror inside is broken. How do you take care of it? Don't worry, doumi. I won't stop you from committing suicide. ”
”You approve of my suicide?”
”Why don't I agree? I think: people don't have the freedom to live, they should have the freedom to die. Since you want to die, you should be satisfied. Besides, although you are my sister-in-law, in the past three years, I have never called my brother-in-law. There is no emotion between us, just like a stranger. If you die, you will die. It has nothing to do with me. Why should I advise you? Besides, I don't want to get close to you for fear that you will drag me to die together. To tell you the truth, your sister and I haven't been married for three years and haven't tasted the taste of a woman. Now we don't want to die. ”
Doumi relaxed his vigilance and said, ”then you can pass me the dressing box. I warn you: don't try to pull me. I will struggle to jump downstairs, and I will take you down.”
”Ha ha... I'm not stupid. I don't want to die with you.”
Chang Wen slowly walked over and handed the dressing box to doumi.
Doumi took the dressing box and said warily, ”go downstairs as soon as you can.”
Chang Wen stepped back, sat on the top of the building and said, ”doumi, after you finish your make-up, return the dressing box to me. It's made of Dousha. I have to go back to Zhao.”
Doumi starts to make up.
Chang Wen instructed: ”doumi, I think: your eyebrows should be painted like willow leaves, so as to match your face.”
”Loser, how do you know about women's make-up?”
”Hee hee... I know a lot. You have to paint more red on your face, because your face is too pale today.”
”Loser, you... You're too wordy. I'm embarrassed to make up when you're sitting here.”
”Hee hee... Doumi, I think it's a pity if you jump off a building.”
”What do you mean?”
”Doumi, look at you, a beautiful woman. If you die like this, there will be another Bachelor in the world. How sorry those men who like you will be.”
”I only belong to one man. Since this man is gone, I don't need to live in the world any more. I want to meet him in the underworld.”
Doumi's words point out the cause of suicide. She is really lovelorn.
”Doumi, have you ever loved a man?”
”Loser, you are a man who doesn't understand love. It's no use talking to you.”
”Ha ha... How do I feel: it seems that you have never loved any man.”
”Fart! I used to like a man when I was in high school. So far, he is the only man I like. I think I will never fall in love with another man again. ”
”Doumi, since you like this man, marry him and live a happy life. Why kill yourself?”
”He's... He's gone. He's gone to another world forever.”
Chang Wen was surprised, and suddenly a question mark appeared in his mind.
Chang Wen doesn't think it's strange to say that this man is empathetic.
But to say that a young man suddenly died, this probability is too low, let him have to doubt.