In the next month, I was so busy with work that I put everything else aside and had no time to think about this tragic thing. But one day, I was walking on the street and saw Charles Strickland. Seeing him reminded me of that thing. I really hated this man. Without him, Stellov would not have suffered the pain of losing his wife. I didn't want to pay attention to him, but it was not appropriate to pretend not to see him, so I nodded to him lightly and wanted to leave quickly. But before I could go far, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"You seem to be very busy," he said enthusiastically.

This is the characteristic of Strickland. If anyone disdains to pay attention to him, he will treat him very kindly. He also sees that I have a cold attitude towards him.

"It's very busy." I replied hurriedly.

"I'll walk with you," he said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I like being with you."

I remained silent, and he walked beside me without saying a word. We walked about a quarter of a mile, and I suddenly felt that this was funny. When we passed by a stationery store, I thought of a way to get rid of him.

“I want to go in and buy something,” I said to him, “goodbye.”

"I'll wait for you."

I shrugged helplessly, without answering him, and walked straight into the stationery store. When I walked in, I remembered that the quality of French paper was not very good. Since he still had to follow me, why should I buy those extra things? Thinking of this, I quickly came out of the stationery store.

"Have you bought what you want to buy?" he asked.

"No."

So we continued to move forward, and there was still no conversation along the way. An intersection appeared in front of me and I stopped.

"Which road are you going?" I pointed to the intersection in front.

"Go to the same path with you."

"I'm going home."

"Then I'll go to your place to smoke for a while."

"You must at least wait for someone to invite you first." My tone was very cold.

"If I knew I might be invited, I would have been waiting."

"There is a wall in front of you. Have you seen it?" I reached out and pointed forward.

"See it."

"If you have such eyesight, you should see that I actually don't welcome you." I finally told the truth.

"Seriously, just like I guess."

I couldn't help laughing. I couldn't really hate someone who could make me laugh. This might be a flaw in my personality. However, I closed my smile in an instant.

"I think you are a very annoying person. Why do I know you, annoying thing? Why am I so unlucky? Why do you have to pester me? This will only make me hate you more and look down on you even more."

"Do you think I care about what you think of me?"

"Damn!" I knew that my reasons were not sufficient, so I pretended to be angry and said, "I really don't want to know you."

"You're afraid that I'll lead you badly, are you?"

His frivolous tone made me feel like a fool. He looked at me with a familiar sarcastic smile on his face.

"In my opinion, you are short of money again recently!" My tone was very arrogant.

"If I still feel like I can borrow money from you, I'm too stupid."

"If you force yourself to please others, it just proves that you are too poor to be desperate."

He smiled like a child.

"As long as I tease you often and make you happy, you will never hate me."

I tried my best to hold it back so that I didn't make myself laugh. Although what he said was hateful, it was indeed realistic. In addition, I also had one disadvantage: no matter who he was, even if he was a morally corrupt person, as long as he could have a few tricks with me and argued fiercely with me, then I was still willing to interact with him. I gradually realized that it would be difficult for me to persevere in his annoyance to the end, which was my spiritual weakness. When I faced him, I often had to pretend to be angry, and I could see it from this point alone. And I also understood that if I had noticed this myself, the keen Strickland would have seen it long ago. He might be laughing at me in his heart. I shrugged helplessly, stopped talking, and I voluntarily gave in to the loss in this confrontation.
Chapter completed!