eurekapd Chapter 894 My parents don’t agree with us being together
Chapter 894 My parents don’t agree with us being together
After Chen Huilan left.
Tang Qianqian stood up and closed the door angrily.
Sitting on the bed, tears welled up in my eyes. I felt extremely bad.
Gradually.
The night was like a heavy curtain, pressing on the window frames of Tang Qianqian's house and also on her heart.
Every word of her parents' objections at the dinner table that had just ended was like a tiny needle, making her skin numb and her heart tight.
"No! Absolutely not! You're only eight years younger than me! Qianqian, are you crazy?" My mother's sharp voice with tears in it seemed to still echo in my ears.
"We are doing this for your own good! He is still a child, what can he give you? You are playing with your own happiness!" Dad's usually calm voice was now filled with unquestionable majesty and deep disappointment.
She is lying in the bedroom now.
It seems that this can isolate all the opposition, misunderstanding and heavy expectations outside the door.
Leaning against the headboard, he buried his face in his knees.
There was no light in the room. Only the neon lights of the city outside the window shone through the gauze curtains, casting a few blurry and weak shadows, barely outlining the contours of the furniture.
The darkness engulfed her like a tide, but also provided her with a corner where she could temporarily stop pretending.
Her heart felt like it was being blocked by a huge stone, making it hard for her to breathe.
Grievance, anger, helplessness, and a hint of guilt towards her parents were like countless poisonous snakes entwining and biting her heart.
She didn't understand why she encountered such fierce opposition when she truly loved someone and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him?
Is age really that important? Is it important enough to negate all the sweetness, understanding, and vision for the future between them?
The heartbroken expressions of her parents replayed in her mind over and over again, and those sharp words - "immature", "insecure", "irresponsible", "blinded by momentary impulse" - repeatedly struck her nerves like a hammer.
She wanted to retort, to scream, to say how good he was and how happy they were together, but when the words came to her lips, all that remained was a silent sob.
In the face of her parents' inherent ideas and tough attitude, all her excuses seemed so pale and powerless.
She pulled out her cell phone, the light from the screen illuminating her pale, tear-stained face.
The WeChat chat interface remained on the relaxed and pleasant conversation with Zhang Yan in the afternoon. At that time, she was still immersed in the sweetness of love and had no idea that the storm would come in the evening.
Now, looking at those loving words, I feel even more ironic and sad.
How was she to tell him all this? To tell him that her parents were so adamantly against them?
Zhang Yan's mother didn't say anything, but her parents disagreed.
The feeling of powerlessness wrapped around her like a vine, making her unable to move. She curled up on the floor like a wounded animal, refusing any comfort and unable to comfort herself.
The noise outside the window continued, but the house was dead silent. Only her suppressed, subtle sobs sounded particularly clear and sad in the silent night.
She didn't know how long this stalemate would last, nor did she know where her future with him would go.
At this moment, the only thing she could do was to lock herself in this small, dark space and let the bad mood consume her completely.
At this time, her cell phone lit up again and again.
She looked down and saw that it was a message from Zhang Yan.
[Qianqian, have you told your parents about us? ]
What did they say?
【When can I visit your parents at your home? 】
【Qianqian, I miss you...】
Zhang Yan's words left Tang Qianqian at a loss as to how to respond.
She didn't pick up her phone, but continued to think about how to get her parents to agree to her and Zhang Yan being together.
During this period, she thought of many reasons to explain to Zhang Yan.
She had tried so hard to communicate with her parents, describing Zhang Yan's good qualities—his sunshine, his thoughtfulness, the seriousness in his eyes when he looked at her—but in her parents' eyes, none of this seemed to outweigh the coldness of "eight years old." With the air of experienced people, they asserted that it was just a momentary impulse, that she had been blinded by love. How could she tell Zhang Yan?
She curled up in the corner of the bed, hugging her knees, letting the depression envelop her. Time seemed to freeze, with only the ticking of the wall clock breaking the dull silence.
It may be that Tang Qianqian did not respond for a long time.
At this moment, the mobile phone on the bedside table suddenly rang, and the words "Zhang Yan" jumped on the screen, next to it was his grinning selfie profile picture, which made her even more heartbroken at this moment.
She hesitated for a long time, her finger hovering above the screen, not daring to press the answer button.
How should she say it? How should she tell him exactly how her parents were determined and opposed? How would the big boy, who was always full of energy and brought her endless joy, react when he heard this?
The bell rang persistently, one after another, as if urging, or worrying.
Finally, Tang Qianqian took a deep breath and pressed the answer button. Her voice was hoarse and trembling from crying: "Hello..."
"Qianqian? What took you so long to answer the phone? Did something happen? Your voice doesn't sound right."
On the other end of the phone, Zhang Yan's voice was as gentle as ever, with a hint of anxious concern.
The moment she heard his voice, the tears that Tang Qianqian had managed to hold back almost burst out again.
She bit her lower lip, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, she choked and couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.
"Qianqian? Qianqian, say something, what's wrong?" Zhang Yan's voice became more urgent.
Tang Qianqian sniffed and, with all her might, managed to squeeze out a few broken words from her throat: "Zhang Yan...my parents...they...they don't agree..."
Every word seemed to have drained all her strength. After saying this, she could no longer hold back and buried her face in her knees, sobbing silently. All that was left was Zhang Yan's anxious calls and vague silence on the other end of the phone.
Zhang Yan on the other end of the phone quickly asked, "Why? Because our ages are not suitable!"
Zhang Yan also knew that the biggest incompatibility between the two of them was their age.
"Yeah!" Tang Qianqian responded.
Zhang Yan on the other end of the phone fell silent.
After a long moment, he said, "I understand. I won't give up. I'll wait."
After saying that, Zhang Yan hung up the phone.
At this time, Zhang Yan took out a cigarette from his pocket, took out one and put it in his mouth.
He didn't know what to do, but his heart told him not to give up. He had to find a way to make Tang Qianqian's parents agree to his relationship with Tang Qianqian.
He thought about it for a long time and decided to go to Tang Qianqian's house tomorrow because he knew that Tang Qianqian was in a bad mood.
So he had to find a way to make his relationship with Tang Qianqian go smoothly.