3. Quite a beauty.
I’ll be damned.
I married my wife for 15 years, she was older than me 20 years old, and we were very loving.
I married my wife for 15 years, she was older than me 20 years old, and we were very loving.
And it is trust that lies at the root of this love.
Only three years ago was there a crisis of confidence.
At that time, since the work had ended early, the scheduled half-month trip would take only one week, and I could go home early to my wife, and I had not informed her in advance in order to surprise her.
But from the moment I left home a week ago, there was a feeling of anxiety inside me.
The business trip was a wonderful thing, and it was said that the little one was better than the new marriage, but if he came home early in his mind, there would be no good results.
I went home in a mood of anxiety. And the sky was ash and heavy, and two stray dogs were lying at the door of the courtyard, lazily, apparently by the blessing of our righteous wife, having just eaten and drank. I looked at it and two dogs ran away.
The flowers in the yard had just been watered, the windowsill had not fallen and the newspapers in the mailbox had taken back their homes. The wife kept the house in order, as usual.
So is the house as usual?
Anything could have happened in the house without going in.
That moment became slow and long, and my feet didn’t feel heavy.
When I finally stood at my door, I had the greatest courage.
I knocked.
“Who is this? I’m sorry.
“It’s me.”
Silence inside. And I put my ears on the door and heard the footsteps of panic.
I can’t believe it. In the time I wasn’t home, the family really invited people.
About a minute later, the wife opened the door.
“Why are you home early? “The wife is upset.
I smiled, “Of course it’s a surprise.” I’m sorry.
The wife stopped talking and ended up wearing what could be called a surprise.
I held her in my arms and said nothing else.
Between the hugs, I felt her twitching shoulder and her heart beat.
She’s almost 20 years older than me, and it’s old enough to raise her hand, but I still see her as beautiful and I love her very much.
That is why I do not intend to pursue it, despite my heartache.
I know that my wife was a powerful woman from around the world, but she finally chose to come home and love me.
I’m the most important person she’s ever had.
I’ve made up my mind to be deaf and dumb until I open the fridge.
The fridge is filled with all kinds of food, the ingredients for my wife to feed me. Only the wife buys me imported milk, a box missing.
There are people besides me who enjoy it.
The wife’s lactose was unbearable, so the milk was given to me and, because it was expensive, she would not take it to the guest unless it was someone she valued.
It’s about as important as I am.
“What’s wrong with you? “The wife saw me and tried to ask. She walked behind me and looked in the fridge, and then she changed.
I still didn’t say anything, I just stood.
“It’s a dog that was abandoned at birth. I gave it milk. “The wife can’t help but explain.
Well, that’s not a good excuse.
Although it is true that being nice to a stray dog is the image of my wife.
The narrow doors between the groceries were closed, and there was a noise inside, as if someone had touched something.
“Oh, looks like this poor little dog is still in our house. “I’m going to the groceries.
“Please don’t open it.” I’m sorry.
“Of course, of course,” I comforted her, “Dear, think of the most gentle and appropriate solution to a dilemma.
On the one hand, I want to open the door and spread things out, and on the other hand, I love you, and I want our love and our life to be pure.
The latter is clearly far better than the former. What should I do?”
My wife is looking at me, and she’s looking at me.
“I don’t think you understand how it’s “the gentlest” approach. I can tell you something else first — my own story. I’m sorry.
“I’ve known you since you were a young woman, and you’ve been a successful businesswoman, and not only do business and charity work, but I’ve always seen you on the cover of newspapers, and I can’t afford it.
All I can do is learn. I admire you, and I’m following your example, and I’m 16 years old. I’m sorry.
“As I was 17 years old, I was working part-time at a senior hotel, and you were at the top of the hotel.
I walked through you with a pin and accidentally dirtyed your dress, and it was only then that I knew you.
You’re so beautiful, so confident, I’ve seen you nervous, and you’re afraid of doing something wrong, and you’ve come to comfort me. You asked me what I like to play, and I said, “I like to play hide and seek.” The details, do you remember?”
The wife is almost 60 years old, and her memory is in decline, and she’s been waking up for a while and noding. I was also thinking that the young man was about to grow up and play hide-and-seek. I’m sorry.
“I couldn’t find anything else to say at the time, so I gave it. Hide-and-seek was a game I played before I was 10 years old, and I didn’t like it, even scared of it. I wish I’d never have to play hide and seek again. I’m sorry.
“Why be afraid?” The wife is rich in life and she can’t imagine the plight of the poor.
‘Cause every time we play hide and seek, there’s one less. I’m so relaxed.
“My original family counts me as having six children, and I’ve never seen milk and goats again.
One year after the national plague, my home was a disaster-stricken area. The town was blocked, the streets were closed, the windows looked out, an empty city.
I was too young to actually feel despair and death and just couldn’t go out and play. The six of our kids were at home doing nothing but fun hide-and-seek — I used to play hide-and-seek. I’m sorry.
“until one day my youngest sister was very sick.
The others surrounded her and asked Mom, how was the sister. Mom always said sister would be okay.
After a few days, my mother suddenly said you haven’t played hide and seek for days.
She told us to hide, she woke up her sister and let her hide, and Mom came to us. I’m sorry.
“She found all the children and counted them later, five.
One less.
And then Mom was happy to announce that the youngest sister won and we couldn’t find her. I’m sorry.
“And then my sister got sick and my mother asked us to play hide and seek again.
She found all the kids and counted them again, four.
Another one is missing.
Mom announced this time she won.
After a while, my brother won. I’m sorry.
“We haven’t found a sister, a sister or a brother until now.
Now there are only three brothers left in my house, and the other three are mentioned. We all say they’re good at hiding and hiding. I’m sorry.
“But am I really ignorant?
When I was a kid, I didn’t know what Mom did after we hid, I only knew that there would be one less person every time, and I only heard Mom crying alone in the middle of the night. I’m sorry.
“I only saw things like that.
Looks like Mom’s crying and I think Mom’s sad that she lost the game;
There may be many reasons behind the appearance of a missing person, but I believe that Mom accepted the reason that she gave her sister, sister and brother were the best hiding man.
I don’t want to go any further, but I can only say that this is my mother’s “most gentle” approach. I’m sorry.
The wife was listening to God and was crying, and she was always so good at it, since she was young. Will there be a second strong woman with this soft heart?
“It is also true now,” I said in due course, “Just as I wouldn’t look into my sister’s brother’s hiding after hiding, and now I won’t open the door to all sorts of things. I will learn from my mother and take the “most gentle” approach. Because I love you very much. I’m sorry.
After that, I found the toolbox, took out some of the top-quality locks, and I said:
“So don’t worry, I’ll never open this door. There are countless possibilities, possibly a dog, or something else, to shut it off before it opens. You said it was a dog. That’s a dog. I’ll always believe you. I’m sorry.
After saying that I locked the door between the groceries, for the sake of pure love between us, this room will be closed and abandoned. It looks like a knot in the middle of love, actually I love her as a witness, and I’ll always give up this room.
But the wife was not happy. She said, “No, you cannot keep it locked. He will starve to death in it.” I’m sorry.
She doesn’t understand my tenderness.
I was very sad, but I said softly, “Do you want me to face the outcome inside?” I don’t want to. I’m sorry.
The wife wept and finally stopped talking, and the matter went down in the middle.
That day I travelled abroad with my wife to celebrate the beginning of a new phase in our lives.
The wife was sad for a week or so, and she still loved me very much.
The trip took place six months later, and no movement was reported in the locked shed.
Now that she’s dead, the wife no longer asks to open the door. But it’s still disturbing, isn’t it?
I’m sure this room will never be opened again, so there’s no need for the door.
So We put the doors into the walls with concrete, and We put the whole groceries into the walls.
I have chosen to trust my wife unconditionally, which is the most gentle and appropriate solution.
But soon, she went crazy.
The wife has become particularly fond of the key, and when she sees it, she grabs it and doesn’t let go.
I had to meet a third-rate author.
He claims to understand what my wife is saying and, in exchange, wants to hear about me and his wife.
We’ll meet at the cafe.
When I arrived, the author was playing with the dog in the corner, and I was walking up and down.
The author asked: “Mr. Yu, I invited you both. Why are you here alone? I’m sorry.
“Sorry, my wife was hospitalized again last week. She was always emotional and had a lot of trouble at home. I’m sorry.
After a bit of a chill, we told the author the whole story three years ago.
After hearing this, the author lays down his pen and wonders: “Do you and your wife accept living in the same house as death? I’m sorry.
“For the sake of love, I have to accept it, and I have a clear conscience. My wife should be able to accept that, because I have made that part of the wall, which looks no different from the surroundings. I’m sorry.
“There are subtle changes, though not different. The author says, “Just like the fairy tale that digs the stones.” Two men dug for stones and went deep to see a bone. And they quickly filled the earth, and planted on it trees and flowers, as though nothing had happened. But they look at the trees, they look at the flowers, and they think about the bones below. I’m sorry.
“I hate to admit it, but it does. I’m sorry.
And We lamented for a long time: after that I did not mention it, nor my wife, but still loved each other as usual. But every time I open the fridge, I see the whole top-coded milk, I think it’s missing a box. We don’t talk about that, but we know it. It is an invisible lacuna, which will always exist, and time will fix some, but never all. I’m sorry.
“There’s another problem. Did the police find out? The author asks:
“No, no way. I’ve just noticed my silence and looked at the view of the author. In order to cover up the embarrassment, I looked around in the eye and saw the dog from the café passing by with his tail.
“And I was perplexed by the violence which I suppressed, and suddenly I was in a state of irritation.” I’ve kicked the dog with my feet.
The author asked: “Did I ever see reports that you would kill a dog? Is that true?” I’m sorry.
“It has nothing to do with our topic. I’m not going to answer, “I’ve told you about me, now it’s your turn. I’m sorry.
“Okay, let’s slow down. Three years ago, when there was an incident in the groceries, your wife accepted the reality a week after the incident, and you reached a consensus and no one mentioned it. But after a year, your wife is out of her mind. The author says, “It’s not unusual, it was accepted. What took you so long and suddenly couldn’t accept it? I’m sorry.
And I thought, “If the two things are really connected, it’s probably because she’s old and has long reflectors. At this age, it’s hard thinking about old things. She’s still ashamed of me, and I’ve put it down. I always told her that no matter what happened, I always loved her. Maybe it put pressure on her in the invisible. I’m sorry.
This is just my theory as to why the wife is deranged and has to understand what she is saying when she is deviant.
The author’s thoughts were leaping, “Did you travel a lot later?” I’m sorry.
“Yes. I took up the coffee, and I said, “But it’s worth mentioning that after the incident, when I was away on a business trip, because I believed her — I really did put it down. I’m sorry.
The author asked, “Do you believe her” means “Believe that she’s hiding a traitor in a groceries?” I’m sorry.
“What are you talking about? * I’ve changed my face, I’ve put down my coffee and I’m so angry * Don’t you understand the “most gentle” approach? The truth is not important; it is what we need. The truth of love is the truth. I already told you, there’s a dog in the groceries. I’m sorry.
I am disappointed that the author, who lives by writing novels, is so sensitive to emotions that I see a bit of compassion in his eyes: “Life is different from a dog’s play, and life is more concerned than it is, and I can’t be happy with it. Why do you have to understand me from a dog’s blood angle instead of a new angle? I’ll explain it to you from a more academic perspective.
“The famous physicist Shertyon has done a thought experiment. He kept a cat in a closed box with poison bottles, which could be broken or not.
If it breaks, the cat dies; if it doesn’t, the cat is still alive. Only when the box is opened will the cat know whether to die or live, and until the box is opened, the cat is in a dead and alive fold.
At that point, the daughter of Sherty Ting — assuming he had a daughter of the Virgin Heart — suddenly came out and said she didn’t want the cat to die. Do you know if Sherty Ting, who loved her, would open the box? No, because as long as the box never opens, the cat will always be alive.
What caused the only reality to collapse without observation? Love, the power of great love! I’m sorry.
Author:
And I went on to say, “As long as the door between the groceries never opens, it will always be a dog.” I have given two examples to illustrate this most gentle approach. Now you don’t understand? You’re too slow because you’re an author. I’m sorry.
“Okay, okay, wait a minute,” the author says, “I’m afraid you haven’t realized you’re actually my master.” I’m sorry.
“Major?” I’m full of questions.
The author brought me the paper in his hand. I saw what he said at the beginning:
One less word.
“Yes, you were created by me, so you didn’t have to go with me – of course, you couldn’t make up a Roman on your own because there was one missing person at this meeting, your wife.
“But the special thing about this is that even when your wife is present, her statement is pale before you. In this contradiction, I can only go from behind because I know the truth. I’m sorry.
“What are you talking about? The truth? I can hardly understand the man across the street. “You can question me. That’s what happened three years ago. Which is wrong? I’m sorry.
“You speak very well, and indeed speak the truth. It is nothing but a fact that can be misleading when the truth is forced to blindfold. Doctors don’t understand what your wife says when she’s out of her mind, but you’re the husband who made this happen. I’m sorry.
The author says, “Your wife accepted the reality a week after the incident, and after a year of normal life, she became insane. Symptoms are the constant scratching of that re-engineered wall, always hanging “I want the key,” “I want the lock” on the side of my mouth, turning over the box and looking for all kinds of keys, walking on the road just to see the keys in the hands of others, and not letting go. So the key point of healing is here, and her only need is to open that door. I’m sorry.
“There’s something wrong here. First of all, your wife knows what’s in the groceries.
It’s normal to assume that the dog we just picked up and accept it a week later; it’s normal to assume that it’s a human being, a human being who starves to death in a groceries, for a good woman who loves charity for the common good. You mean, in a week? What is the point of asking for the opening of the door when, assuming that she did accept it in good faith, the man or dog in the wall or a year later is already dead? I’m sorry.
“The point is not to save the man or the dog in the wall, but to prove herself.
As a husband, you know very well why she has become like this, and from the very beginning when you approach the door of the grotesque, you hear the faint noise of a cow dog. You know that your wife was right and that she was not as unfaithful as you expected.
But the door has not yet been opened, the road to the truth has not yet gone through, and you still have a chance.
You’re in the vanguard of this memory, so what exactly is behind this “a box of milk missing” depends on your needs, and you can use the occasional advantages to bring you the ending you want, and the key factor in controlling the whole picture is that the door cannot be opened. I’m sorry.
“Obviously, your wife’s concerns at the time happened to be exploited by you.
From your wife’s point of view, if you were allowed to open the door, most of the dogs would have been killed by your enemies, so she protected the dogs in the door like a traitor. In the event that she does not have time to explain, you lock the door and take her away for six months.
And when your wife finally understands what your way of “most gentleness” means, you put the groceries into the wall, and put the pillars of shame that were not meant to be imposed on her, so that they were sewn and sewn together, so that you did not leave a trail behind. I’m sorry.
“Your wife has always been weak in this process, and she has argued with you that it is a dog, and you say, “I will not open the door, I believe you, it is a dog.” “Believe” becomes a distorted fact under the power of love.
She had to bear the shame and guilt that she did not deserve, and the reason you wanted her pure feelings to be stained was to keep her unfaithfulness behind her, to make her next trip to the Maldives with Miss Wu feel comfortable and passive, to make her wife’s years old, and to make it less heartbroken when she’s in her prime to have a big family business. I’m sorry.
“In order to reassure yourself, you have not only deceived yourself, but also at the expense of the spirit of your wife.
One year after the incident, you traveled a lot, and the wife was burdened with an imposed guilt and even dared not ask you, but she couldn’t bear it for a year when she was pure in love with you. She used to cry and cry, “There’s a dog! It’s a dog! Don’t believe me, don’t talk! Break the wall! Open the door!
Now I ask you again, do you really not understand what she says when she’s out of her mind? I’m sorry.
I looked at the author and didn’t talk.
He continued: “This is the truth that only you and I know. Looks like you didn’t do anything bad, you didn’t kill people, the cops wouldn’t come, you just killed a dog. But in fact, you slaughtered the wife’s personality in that eternally closed door. This is an incomprehensible act of personal aggression, and it is the most incisive and malicious act I have ever had. I am so sorry that that good rich woman was so confident and beautiful that she was so tortured for falling in love with a white-eyed wolf dog. I’m sorry.
“and the gentle mother of the year, who had taken a childish game in order to keep the other children from the shadows of death, leaving the sick. It is a pity that a good mother has raised a selfish son, and I regret that the most gentle approach has turned into the worst. I’m sorry.
“Is that enough? “You know what you’re doing? What makes you think and blame? I’m sorry.
“Of course, of course, if anyone says so, it would be speculation, but I am the author. I know you won’t admit that if you’ve been willing to admit your own misery since the beginning, you won’t try to torture your wife — that reminds me of another angle. The author says, “You hate dogs very much. So do you hate dogs who beg with their tails and trust in people, or do you hate the rich who go up to them, Mr. Yu?” Are you unable to face the love of your wife to feel better or simply to accept that she let a dog enjoy the same goat milk as you? I’m sorry.
“You! I pointed to the author’s nose, and I couldn’t speak.
“You think your wife despises you, and you’re going to take revenge on her. That’s the way she picked up a dog, and after years of success, you’d set foot in the upper world, and you’d still sit with her. At the same time, it seeks to stabilize the false, self-defeating, self-defeating, etched in the bones, and always works in the form of self-bullying. I’m sorry.
“I warn you to stop! My lungs are killing me.
“The human nature is so complex that it is either a cause or a combination of causes and weights, and I’m afraid you don’t know it yourself. I often get stuck in a bottleneck in writing novels because I hate my own lack of humanity. How many undetectable malices in the world have failed to convict, to punish and to commit crimes in a seamless manner, without even making the victim aware of the fact that she has come to this position is the result of persecution. I’m sorry.
The author lamented that, “If you still have a little memory of healing your wife, not just to try out how much I know, take your wife home, smash the wall, open the locked room, and give her a chance to break the casserole to prove herself. I’m sorry.
The author said, “Don’t look at me angry, get up and get ready to leave.”
As soon as he got out, he turned back and said, “One last word of advice, Mr. Yu. Don’t think that the world is free of charge, except for the wealth of luck and true love. The story’s over. Bye. You’re the worst character I ever wrote. “It’s a long story.
“The kernel! Stop! I’ll kill you! “I took a knife and went after it.
“Oh, this guest, don’t be so busy.” Just came to the door, the coffee shop owner grabbed me, “You just kicked my dog, you lost money! I’m sorry.
I had to watch the author run away. At first I didn’t look at the poor guy, but I didn’t think he wrote something that nobody looked at and spoke very meanly. I think I’ve been crawling around for years and I’ve got a lot of heart, and I can’t believe I’m missing one in front of this guy.
Author: Nucleus
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
