"Sophie, have you really decided to apply to study abroad?" the counselor's voice sounded on the phone.
"Well, it's decided." I answered firmly.
"Studying dance abroad is indeed a good choice, but the cost is not low. The school you want to go to will cost at least 200,000 yuan a year. You should discuss it with your family." The counselor reminded.
"Okay, thank you counselor, I will tell my family." I hung up the phone and plucked up the courage to dial Shaun's number, but I only heard a busy tone. The courage I had finally mustered disappeared in an instant.
Just then, the phone rang suddenly. It was Shaun calling back.
He was silent for a long time, and I nervously asked, "Uncle, can I borrow 200,000 from you? I will pay you back." He chuckled, his tone full of coldness: " Sophie , I didn't expect you to be so jealous that you would find such an excuse to test me."
Before I could explain, he hung up the phone angrily.
I was stunned and at a loss, until I saw his new girlfriend posting a picture of a bag worth 200,000 yuan on her WeChat Moments, along with the eye-catching caption: "Where the money is, there is love. Thank you dear Shaun."
His malicious speculation made me feel like I was falling into an ice cave. I tried to call back, but the line was always busy, and finally he blocked me. He didn't even give me a chance to explain.
Thinking of the trust and intimacy between us, my tears slid down unconsciously. I recalled that when I just lost my parents, he brought me home like a savior and gave me endless love and care.
I don't know when that gratitude quietly changed, maybe it was when he stayed with me all night and coaxed me to sleep; maybe it was when he helped me regain my dignity when I was called a nemesis by my classmates; maybe it was when he bought me sanitary napkins with a blushing face and taught me how to use them; or maybe it was when he said that all he wanted in this life was for me to be happy.
However, his preference and intimacy suddenly disappeared three months ago. He rejected the confession of an excellent woman, but said: "Sorry, I already have Sophie ."
This ambiguous statement made me confused, and I confessed to him desperately. But he frowned and said coldly: "You are young and don't understand what is like and what is love. Don't talk about it again in the future."
I was unwilling to give up and insisted on asking. He was silent for a long time before he spoke coldly: "How can I go against my conscience and delay someone with an 18-year-old niece? If you are smart, you should know that you are a burden, so don't have any more wishful thoughts."
Niece, burden, wishful thinking... these harsh words pierced my heart like a knife.
