What kind of woman is a smart woman?
My sister, who was married for three years, loved by her husband and daughter-in-law, but only two days earlier, she said that she had left and her husband had mentioned it on the grounds that his predecessor had returned with his own son, whom he had not met before.
How peaceful is this divorce? Ten minutes before the divorce, the couple were talking about the lunar cakes for their families for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and immediately after the divorce, my sister arranged for the divorce, and she was in trouble.
I told her she had to go to the door. It was her fault, but she didn’t panic.
When he was divorced, Anjin was drunk and his friends said, “I don’t want to see Song Qi anymore. I’m sorry.
Unfortunately, she met her ex-husband at a friend’s private party.
No, the circle was so big, she was not drunk, so they smiled nicely — decently, anyone would exaggerate, and they divorced with a fine divorce.
How peaceful are they to divorce? Ten minutes before Song’s opening words about the divorce, Anjin was still talking to him about the Mid-Autumn festival, and she prepared the moon cakes and presents to share her tastes with different people’s preferences, and told Song to listen to her: “Your mother called yesterday, there was a small family meeting that night in the Mid-Autumn, when there were many rules, and you couldn’t get out of it. We went to my mother’s in the morning, went home after lunch, and stayed at the ancestral house at night. I’m sorry.
When she got married, she was able to find her place in the family relations of the Song family, and everyone praised her for her euphoria, and even his harshest mother was satisfied with the choice of daughter-in-law — the advantages of being a housekeeper, a child growing up in a large family, having a means of self-help in personal relations.
But when he lost his God, Anjin quickly found out his heart was absent, so he stopped his speech in time, took a sip of the cup from the tea table and asked, “Did you meet anything?” I’m sorry.
He took care of it, and then agreed with Anjin in a calm manner: “Let’s divorce.” I’m sorry.
An Xin looked at him, calmed as if she had had a very quick eye failure, which was the confusion caused by the shock, although it did not appear on the face, and she did not even ask him if he was joking and looked in his face, as if his words were well thought out at the time.
She quickly came to her judgment, so she took a moment of silence and asked him, “What is the reason? I’m sorry.
Song Zheng felt a little hard to say, and he rarely felt guilty about a man, but he had to say, “Sorry, I had one who loved one before, but the family didn’t agree with her the other day.”
A few words, Anne understood the causes and consequences, and she held the fingerbone of the glass slightly white, and watched him ask, “Did you cheat in marriage?” I’m sorry.
Soong Zhen went on to say, “No no, I just met her two days ago. It’s hard to say, and Ang-sweetly relax his shoulders and listen to Song-song’s explanation, “But Ang-shu, I don’t know, six years ago when she left me, she was pregnant. I’m sorry.
The glass fell on the ground, and a thick blanket was laid in the house, which Ang-sung himself picked up after the marriage. The glass fell without a sound, and the water was dipped into the carpet, but the colour was deep. She heard Song Zheng in her sleep saying, “The child is five years old this year.” I’m sorry.
Ang-jin found her voice half a day, probably thirsty, so her voice was dumb, and she started arranging for divorce: It’s because of you, Mom — she’s done it, she’s done it, she’s done it, she’s done it, she’s done it. I’m sorry.
“We don’t have much of our common property, we have two joint properties under our name, and this is mine, the one close to your company in A, and yours. I’m sorry.
“I’ll pack your bags in this house by tonight and give them to your assistant. I’m sorry.
Song Qing listened and said, “I’m sorry for you, the A house is yours, and some of the bonds we have are yours. I’m sorry.
Ang-in-law, silently, they had few assets in common, but none of them cared for them, and Song-in-law did so only to alleviate his guilt, and Ang-in-law didn’t speak, saying, “Do your own divorce and explain it to the elders.” She was tired of rubbing her temple, and she said, “The elders have convinced you to send me the divorce papers, and I’ll send them to you when I get the divorce papers, and you get your assistant to put them in the living room of the apartment in A City, and I’ll get them. I’m sorry.
It’s so clear that it’s easier than any time he’s had in Song’s head, and he even wondered how he could convince Anjin, but she didn’t give him the chance.
It’s like she’s exhausted her energy, so she smiles a little, and she’s strange: “Mr. Song, it’s too late. You have to do something. Don’t forget the keys to the house. I’m sorry.
Song Zing stood up. He turned around and walked two steps, and heard the Anjo behind him calling him: “Mr. Song, don’t forget the moon cakes and gifts from the living room. She smiled, “I’m not going in mid-autumn.” I’m sorry.
When I left, Song turned back to the living room, and Anne lay back. On the couch, with her hands covered in her face, she looked thin, and when Song went out of the door, she wondered if she was crying, because her body was shaking a little.
But he’s stuck on his feet and still hasn’t turned back.
He thought, after all, that she was so calm and calm, but also that they were not married because they were in love.
One.
Divorced with a broken heart, a common friend and angry in the ring, Song’s mother was furious, and Song’s face was swayed with a twig, but the old man made a phone call to Ang’s, hating the steel, saying, “He’s going to leave, and you won’t come out with any means?” I’m sorry.
Children? The child belongs to the Song family. She’s Zhao Zhao Zheng, right? I’ll admit it. Is she worthy? I’m sorry.
And then the sound was soft: “Mom knows that you have suffered and that your mother is in charge of you,” and Ann interrupted her words, and said, “Aunt,” across the street, she said, “Aunt, I have granted the divorce.” I’m sorry.
The aunt broke the old man ‘ s heart, and she was very fond of An Xin, and she was in pain as a daughter, so she stayed there for half a day and hung up the phone.
It’s been a month or so since the Song family softened, and Song’s mother was angry again, and the little child called her grandmother in a frightful manner.
The divorce agreement was personally delivered to An’s family by Song Qian’s parents, who were decent people, professors at a well-known university, who did nothing to insult and beat her up, and who fell on his knees for one day before the two elderly and called her back.
Song Qing was a son of heaven, and An Qi came back to see him standing under a silver almond tree in his own yard, and he was probably exhausted by the fall, but soon he was able to see the light.
The silver apricot leaves moved on the branch, a layer of gold was laid over, Ang’s standing behind him and calling him, and he turned back, and Ang’s even smiled, saying, “Why not send it to me?” I’m sorry.
Song Zheng was silent: “It’s time to apologize to the two elderly people.” He said, “I’m sorry for you, too, but he looked at Ang-chul and his dark eyes were dark.” I’m sorry.
And Ang-in went over his head very quickly, blinked hard, then reached out his hand, and said, “Okay, give me the deal.” I’m sorry.
After her signature was sent to Song Qian’s assistant, she received a text message from Song Qian, saying that the divorce certificate had been placed at the entrance to A City’s house so that she could get it if she needed it.
She came back politely with a “Yes, thank you.”
So many of their circles have been folded, even if they were deliberately avoided, and sometimes they have been able to avoid it. When they met at that private party, the two had their heads up and smiled, and the eyes of the people looked at them more or less, and Song asked politely, “How have you been?” I’m sorry.
“Thank you. Good. How are you?”
“Me too. I’m sorry.
So, as if they had not slept together for more than three years — three years and five months and six days.
Of course, the traces of more than three years were not untraceable; during the time of their divorce, Anjin felt ill. After the divorce, she experienced a long period of insomnia, an appetite and vomiting, which she thought to be intestine discomfort caused by fatigue and insomnia, after which she went to the hospital once after more than half a month.
She spent the whole afternoon in a chair in the garden downstairs at the hospital, where the sun was still hot in the summer, where she was completely exposed to the sun, but still cold, and where her arms were so tight around herself, she was so bloody smirked, she had a cold smile on her face.
Ang Zheng saw Song Zhen when he took the delivery, she lived in her own apartment once after the divorce. Song Zheng came by, he probably looked everywhere he knew. When Ang Zheng went back with seafood in his slippers, he saw Song Zheng’s car downstairs, leaning on the door, smoking cigarettes and dropping three or four cigarette butts on his feet.
She went to the hospital, which was funded by the Song family, where she had a regular medical examination after her marriage and which she had no idea when she went to the hospital, so it was normal for Song to know the news so quickly.
Song Xin, who is in fact the most restrained and intransigent person that An Xin has ever met, probably has something to do with his growth, with a controlled mother who is very self-absorbing, and who smokes very little, and who now smokes so much for so short a time, An Xin can almost feel his agitation and slaps her in the form of an emotional reality.
So she consciously stopped, and Song looked up and looked at her, then she suffocated her head, raised her hand with the smell of smoke in the air, and then looked at Ang-chun, two people facing each other in silence.
After a long time, Anjin heard him say, “What are you going to do about this child?” I’m sorry.
They had been married for more than three years, two people had been together, and Song had been a very responsible person, and had he not filed for divorce, she had never known that he had a person in his heart. He has been carrying out his husband ‘ s duties in an inclusive, thoughtful and steady manner, remembering every anniversary day and her birthday, and remembering her preferences and tastes, who, apart from not loving her, is like a man of twenty-four piety.
And now he stands in front of her and says, “You don’t want to leave this child, do you? I’m sorry.
Anjin does not know what emotion and expression she’s going to use to face Song’s voice, so she asks as calmly as she can: “Are we divorced?” It’s my business, Mr. Song. I’m sorry.
Song Qi looked at her, and he was so tall that he looked at people, but the light on the side of the road came and fell into his eye, and something seemed to be going on in his ink-heated eyes, but he was crushed.
And then, remembering, the only thing that would make her feel any better was that he had a dumb voice, as if he was sorry for his decision, or sad about the child, who had no chance of being born, and he said, “You know Ang, this child… if the two of us knew the existence of the child…”
He wanted to stop and An Xin understood that if the two families knew the existence of the child, she and Song Xian would be taken to the Civil Service to remarry, especially his sad first love, and that even the child would never have had the opportunity to enter the Song family’s house.
The chips at both ends of the scale were clear and clear, and the easy trade-offs did not require too much thought, so he drove over when he heard the news.
When you get divorced, you can smile, you can smile, and you can hold your hand up, and you can hold on to Song’s face months apart.
He took it silently.
Two.
She had surgery in City C alone, both Song An’s families had extensive connections, A’s, any hospital in the city, and it would be in the ears of both old people, so she had to go out.
When she was lying on the bed with an aesthetic, she saw the silver almond tree outside the window, which was so windy that she cried out of time that she had no idea what to do with the diagnosis.
After half a day of thinking, she ordered the only normal meal after the divorce, when she thought it would be bad if the child was born malnourished.
She was afraid to tell any of her closest friends that she had come out of the bed with a small belly and that a tall figure leaned against the wall.
Song Zheng knew that the time and place of her surgery was normal and that she was the one who had performed the surgery, but he was in deep pain, with one hand to the forehead and his eyes closed. After her surgery, Anjin was shaking, so everything was shaking, and Song was shivering when she came to help her.
She has no strength, no strength, and Song Qing has a strangling face against the wall and apologizes to her.
She was already in pain and passed by him without looking away.
Song Zheng finally got what he wanted, it was a year later.
She was on vacation in Australia, where the people around her would be very well protected, and she painted a picture of their mutual friends sharing in the circle of friends, an invitation, in the background of flowers, white tablecloths, probably at the wedding scene, and was blinded and able to see two names on her head and by hand: Song Zhao.
“Why do you send a circle of friends?” “I was afraid she would see that the circle of friends was quickly removed — I don’t know if it prevented her from re-emerging.
She was called at night, she was lying on the balcony, the blue sky was down, my friends were there, and I couldn’t even hear her anymore, so I said, “Som and his first love is a good thing.” I’m sorry.
Her tone was too harsh, no anger, no sorrow, so she felt like Song Qian had divorced her for a grass-roots first love, and only hurt her face. What was her relationship with two people who were married because they were married?
So my best friend started gossiping about her in a state of shock. That big family, the daughter-in-law of the eldest son and grandson, had only five tables at the bar. I’m sorry.
When she married Song Qian, she set up a water table for the single Song and An family for eight days, and my best friend fell for An Zheng, so it was clear that the tone of happiness was the following: “It is said that the Song’s old lady, the woman who has not come to the Song’s house, who has not taken it under the cover of the door, can’t make a big deal out of it. I’m sorry.
It’s for the sake of Anne, and she’s quiet, and she finally hung up on her phone, and she’s not thinking, like she’s thinking, like she’s not.
In the end, she fell asleep in a lying chair and seemed to have a dream.
When she first married Song Zhen, they went to Delphi for their honeymoon, which was her choice, not her best choice, but she liked it, because one day, in Greek legends, Zeus tried to figure out where the center of the world was, and put out a pigeon in the opposite direction, two of them finally met in Delphi, and both stayed on a boulder, so Zeus decided that Delphi was the center of the world.
A very romantic city.
However, the two people who had no emotional basis spent their honeymoons were indistinguishable and romantic, from their departure until they left their luggage at the hotel, and Song Zheng did not stop working.
She and Song Qian started to get married, but she and Song Qian felt right, none of them talked about their feelings, and An Qian was good at hiding her feelings, but she was just a 23-year-old married girl, and she said, “You’re busy, I’m going out on my own.” I’m sorry.
She lost her way under the foothills of Kalambaka town, where the relics were ancient and complete, and where they stood with dignity, and where the day was a great view. At night, the big, ancient stone sculptor showed a long reflection in the light of the sunset, and there seemed to be no one left to be afraid of.
She almost cried when she called Song Qi, but Song Qi’s voice came from the sound of the phone, with the power of a strange calming heart. He said, “Where are you?” What are the landmarks around? I’m sorry.
He said, “Stand still, I will be there soon.” “Don’t be afraid. I’m sorry.
He did come very quickly, with a tall figure that traveled against the light from the big, old stone sculptures, and looked up and looked, with a clearly charred look on his face, and Anjin didn’t know what he was thinking at the moment.
SONG Ying looked up to her, and it was so moving to relax, just as she knew that he was worried about her and that Anjin was groaning in her heart, suddenly out of place, thinking that this was a romantic city.
She and Song Zhen, they’re like pigeons from both ends of the world, flying around different tracks, but it doesn’t matter, anyway, they’ll end up in Delphi, starting here.
Is it possible that this would be the beginning of a good story?
3
Their marriage, although brief, had to admit that they had many wonderful memories.
Song Zheng is a man of great responsibility and maturity, and there are no shortcomings other than a little busy, they don’t rest at Song’s ancestral house after marriage for convenience, they live in the squares of A, but An Zheng and he are more powerful in the private sphere, and they don’t like strangers to disturb their space, so they don’t find a clockwork or nanny.
When she first got married and lived together, she was not remembering, and one morning Song was at work, and the night before, two of them slept late, and there was a more important morning meeting in the morning. And the dark blue tie? I’m sorry.
She was stuck with her eyes open, her hands blown in vain, and the whole person stomped into the nest and tried to put her head in it, and Song seemed to laugh at her, laughing, and screaming in her ear: “Come on, Ang-chul, I really can’t come.” He put it on her ear, and he suffocated on her ears, itchy, Ang-chul’s ears were the most sensitive, and he woke up laughing, and Song said, “I’m really late, the board is waiting, I’ll sleep later, I’ll be good.” I’m sorry.
As Anjin struggled to rise up and go to the dressing room to find clothes for him, to find them for Song Qian, and when Song Qian turned back, An Qi lay on the back of the closet in her pyjamas, the head of which fell asleep again.
So he took her to the bedroom bed and kept her asleep.
But there is no such thing as a great exuberance, but it is the same atmosphere, and it is only for a long time that the love of the family will come.
She is not the type of girl in the regular family who has an independent mind, a graduate school, with a high intelligence, a good relationship, and a good care for herself while studying abroad.
When she first started cooking after her marriage, Song Zheng was shocked and laughed after her first taste, saying, “As a worthy husband, I thought I was going to eat the food with my head and exaggerate you, but I didn’t know it was so amazing. I’m sorry.
She smiled with two eyes, and she bent deep.
Song Zheng is also a cook, and sometimes she’s working overtime, and if Song Zheng comes back first, he’s ready to wait for her, and once she gets back, it’s hard for both people to rest at home and make a big meal together, just a little bit – they don’t like dishes.
When we first got married, both people had their hands on each other, and if that person had made the meal, then the dishes would have been washed by that person, and they would have been very polite, very familiar, and then they would have been very childish.
At first it was stone scissors, and it was so good that there was a storm, and there was a glass lined up in the house, and after eating and drinking, and when Ang had lost, he was lying on the couch, holding a pillow and pulling her over, and she was smiling and hiding, and somehow, she took off, saying, “I don’t wash my wife, you’re the husband of the other, and you’re the boss of A. I’m sorry.
In such closeness, two people were stopped at one exit, red fainted and hotened from their cheeks to their bodies, and Anjin turned up and said, “I’ll go wash the dishes.” I’m sorry.
Song smiles at her, laughs at her, groans at her, and wonders whether it’s hurting her or what it’s doing, but it’s also a happy tone: “Forget it, I’m the boss of A City Song, and how can I clean up with my wife?” I’m sorry.
That was the first time Song Xian had called out to her wife with a little joke, but she was ashamed of her face, like the red one on the tip of the peach, the sweetest one, in early March.
It’s probably because she’s discovered Song’s secret.
In fact, it was not intentional that she and Song Xian had her own house before her marriage, when Song gave her an address and asked her to pick up a thing. Song Xian was there when she opened the door and two people were looking at each other, and she was as shocked as she could hardly manage her face, while Song Xian was embarrassed.
A large apartment is fully accessible without any furniture, with only one floor of displays, half full of handwork and half full of Lego models.
And Song Zheng was sitting in the middle of the room, with his shirt in his sleeves, and his hair was always combed loosely. In his eyebrow, he was as young as a childish college student, surrounded by Lego parts, and had a model of a plane that looked like a third.
“Didn’t you meet today? I’m sorry.
The city of Song seems to be a little angry and suspiciously redish, saying, “I’m done. I’ll come by and see.”
And An Qin could not help but laugh loudly, and his eyes were filled with tears, and he came to hold him back, whispering, “Go, I will show you something.” I’m sorry.
And Ann dragged him to his own prenup, not as exaggerating as Song, but there was a small half-house full of Legos, whose eyes were almost bright, pointing to the set of pirate ship models of Caribbean pirates on the table, and he was a little excited: “I have a set of them. I’m sorry.
And Anjin was also excited, saying, “I saw it. I’m sorry.
They both looked at each other and saw in each other’s eyes a sense of belonging.
And then they decide who will do the dishes, and then they set an alarm clock, and the two men prepare the same Mini-Lego, and see who will do it first and then who will do it later.
Song Zheng’s childhood was not a very good time, his father died early, his mother was in a perverted state of mind, and An Zheng was only able to learn from his occasional daily conversations. He had no time to play these things before. Besides his normal course, he had a full-fledged business, stock, fund, etc., something like Lego, which, in Song’s eyes, was probably something of a material loss.
So it’s just their secret.
This little secret of secrecy seems to have made them two more close.
Their marriage is so good that they are more harmonious than anyone who has been in love for years, and they have a wife and a friend, and they have the same interests, and family views are at the same latitude, and their friends around them cannot help but feel: “Why are you so good?” I’m sorry.
Such a match, like the other half of the soul, comes together and is finally complete.
How did this end?
4
It was a surprise to meet three of them.
The VIP waiting room was that big at the airport, and she was going through a book with her hand, and she heard the kid laugh, and she looked down, and she stopped.
Destiny is too cruel to allow them to meet in this space in a narrow and inescapable way.
Song Zheng held a little friend in one hand, and the other with a toy, with a woman, who should be called Zhao Zhou, who only once saw the invitation to marry, remembered the name.
Zhao Zhou Yi was by Song Zheng’s side, laughing while stretching out his hand to make fun of the little friend.
Standard happy family of three.
She had a blank brain, and when Song looked at her, it was clear that the woman he was with seemed sensitive, skeptical about the two of them, but it was good that both of them were decent people who were very good at covering their emotions, and Anjin reacted first, with their mouths swung: “So by chance, the Song family was traveling? I’m sorry.
Song Qing, put down the child in your hand and say, “What’s the mood?” She was tired, she didn’t want to analyze it, but she heard him come back low: “Yes. I’m sorry.
Two people were like strangers with nostalgia, and then they stopped talking, and she looked down and pretended to read the book, but quickly put it down because her hands were shaking so badly that she was afraid of being watched.
It’s okay. It’s okay. She closes her eyes and comforts herself. It’s okay. It’s just a meeting.
Zhao doesn’t think so, or just a cold, maybe not. Who cares? And she sought to ask Anne: “You know him? What is your name?” Then she laughed and said: “What a coincidence.” I’m sorry.
The test was so stupid that Anjin wanted to embarrass her, and she wanted to smile back to her with bad intentions: “My name is Anjin.” She believes that Zhao Zhao, even though she does not know her face, must have had her name in a coherent manner.
However, good upbringing prevented her from doing so, even though the woman did not actually break up her marriage, and in fact Zhao and Song Zheng met earlier than she and Song Zhen. And she moved her lips, and returned to her with good care: “It is nothing but knowledge.” Then she stood up politely and said to them, “I’ll go to the bathroom and have fun.” I’m sorry.
She didn’t look down, she didn’t look at Song Yi. Maintaining their last dignity and dignity and leaving with their backs.
It wasn’t until the moment the plane took off that the eyelids were so tight that she was able to shake, and the VIP had a glimpse of the boy who looked like Song Zhen and had a nose.
Did she really think that if she had children with Song Qian, was he a boy or a girl? What kind of father would Song Xian be? She had previously thought that she and Song Qing would be able to give the child the best education and love, since he would be a very good father in terms of his sense of responsibility, even though he did not know that Song Qing liked her.
She did not think that one day after she became pregnant, he would ask her to beat the child.
If that child had been born and was now one year old, would it be a boy or a girl? Who does it look like? What does it look like? If, if…
She understood Song Zheng too well that he had lost his father, that he knew the importance of a father as a child and that he was as responsible as he was, and that he would not abandon his mother and son.
Sometimes she can’t help but wonder who Song Xian would have chosen if she had given birth to that child. How does he balance if she’s more selfish? But she thought it would be too sad if her kids were going to fight other kids for that kind of love.
How can she get herself into such a bitch?
Fortunately, the marriage with Song Zheng was only three years old, and she sometimes regretted why the marriage was so short. If Song Zheng fell in love with her a little longer, would it be a little harder to make a deal?
But sometimes she’s glad it’s too short, she hasn’t gotten too far, and she has the possibility of getting out.
She’s good looking, she’s good at learning, she’s good at character, she’s good at people, and most importantly, someone will love her with all their heart.
She’ll finally find someone who loves her with all her heart.
She leans her head against a window. What is so unbearable about it that when she was a child, she was taught to be patient, verbs, verbs, words of conduct, only to be patient, and to be polite?
Tears were raging under her eyelids, and she cried silently, and no one knew her wolf in this invisible corner and no one saw her sad.
Delphi is not the centre of the world, and the doves have surrounded much of the planet, continuing at that moment in their encounter, that is not the beginning of a good story.
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Life requires more than love, but also dignity and self-esteem.
– The Anti-Traditional Words.
Zhao Xianxian
When I married Song Qing, everyone was watching my jokes.
But I bit my teeth, and I put up with it.
I know that this is what I deserve, and I can bear it because I divorced his ex-wife, a man who was so eccentric, and everyone in Song’s family loved her.
I don’t know how many slaps I’ve had all these years of my life, and if I’d had every slap I’d had to explain to the human theory, I’d have died of hunger many times over the years.
Many people later told me that I had a bad heart, that I had a child on purpose, and that it was only when he was too old that he could find Song Qian to get a divorce from his original partner, and that I was greeted with nice and smiling faces and scorned to say, “Yo!”
They’re right. To be honest, I despise myself.
But I can swear that it was an accident that was completely undesigned.
I don’t know how you’ll react to seeing each other again with a first love you haven’t seen in six years, but Song Zhong and I are calm, and for me it’s just a normal day off work, and I haven’t seen him for six years, and we’re all just a little bit short on each other, and then he asks, “You?” I’m sorry.
“Hello, Mr. Song, can I help you?” I’m sorry.
It has been too long since love and hate have faded in the grinding of life, and we only remember strangers who look and name.
After the pause, he was also generous in telling me that he was going to make a ring for his wife and that seven months were their wedding anniversary, and that he wanted to book the gift in advance.
Seven months ahead of schedule, probably to fear that the final product will not be as good as expected, or that if it is not good enough, there will be time to prepare other gifts, and he will do his work, always likes it, and after all these years, he hasn’t changed.
I also said with a smile: “You are so kind, your wife will be happy when she receives a gift.” I’m sorry.
Diamonds such as these are the best love preserves, gold can be devalued, and only it will never be, forever and ever. A star once said that diamonds below a carat are not worth anything, as if love below a carat were worthless, but I know Song is rich, so all the diamonds I recommended to him are over five.
It’s absolutely true love.
He was very, very careful in his head, with his eyebrow nuanced, very focused, and I worked at this counter for more than two years, met a lot of people of all kinds, had a shy answer to the couple who chose the wedding ring, had a rich man with a lovely lover to choose the ring, and had to throw away the most expensive one.
But he was the only one who was very focused, so he chose a fine one-by-one selection, and then chose a chalk, and he looked up at me and did not hide from me, and there was no need to hide between us. He said, “This is it. Her skin is white, and it will look good.” I’m sorry.
The choice was to pick up the cut and make sure that he was ready to leave, and when Wang and Song Qing were on the same shift, they came in front of him, and they said, “Cho, I’ll get you the baby, and then you don’t come back. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry. I could not see the look of Song Qi, but I could see the shadow of him, and he was frozen for a long time, then turned to me, and the luminous crystal light of the store was projected straight down, and he looked at his face white, and he moved his lips and did not speak, but I understood what he meant, and he wanted to talk to me.
It’s just too much like him.
She took me with her and I sat in a coffee shop downstairs at the mall. After two people had been quiet for a long time, he asked me, “Mys?” I’m sorry.
It didn’t mean anything, so I looked straight in his eyes and noded at him and said, “Yes, it is you.” I’m sorry.
His face was a little bit pale, but he was pale, and he asked, “That time, that time…” I laughed at him and looked at him not speaking.
To be honest, seeing him like this, I’ve been through so many years for him, and sometimes I’ve been thinking, “Why do I have so much to do with my teeth?”
But I didn’t even go to him when I was having a hard time.
Now that I’ve seen his soul, I’m finally happy, and if it wasn’t for the occasion, I’d laugh at him and ask him, “So, you have today, too? I’m sorry.
He followed me back to the store to pick up the cyborg. He was a good boy.
I was told that the school was going to book autumn uniforms, and everyone was going to pay $370 to the school, and I said, “I asked the teacher, he said he had to buy the uniforms, Mom. Are we rich?” I’m sorry.
When he was a child, he said, “Mom, are we rich?” I’m sorry.
And We carried his little arm and said: “We have money. I’m sorry.
I don’t know how Song Xin felt when he heard it behind me, he could wink and wink a hundred thousand diamond rings a minute, but his son would be sad for a $370 school at such a young age.
I don’t know what he thinks, because he doesn’t know when he left quietly.
One.
Then when Song and his wife divorced and were ready to marry me and me to take care of her, everyone said that I had no idea what was being done, and that I was the only one who felt ridiculous.
Because I didn’t have the means, and Song Zhen didn’t have the secret.
Because he felt so guilty about me.
The people around Song Zheng, whether his family, friends or partners, are likely to evaluate Song Zheng in a similar way, being steady, considerate, gentle, reliable, mature and caring.
But I’m miserable, or perhaps I’m a little bit less fortunate. I didn’t meet Song Song, who was strong, sweet, gentle, reliable, mature and caring. The Song, who I met, who was angry, depressed, rebelled, arrogant, hypocritical, very good at hiding and, above all, lying and lying.
Too bitter, too bitter.
My life can be divided into one of self-restraint and self-restraint before and after Song Zhen, when I met Song Zheng, and then I became a simple sad, walking broom star.
I’m with Song Zheng, but dating isn’t really part of my plan, because love is something I can’t afford.
If you and I had understood how hard it would have been if I had been left in front of the orphanage since I was a little girl, and had gone from nine years of compulsory education to college and not become a girl who had lost her foot.
I’ve had enough every day, and I have to do it. I get up at 5:30 a.m. to pick up some breakfast for my class at the front of the school, a two-dollar run-off at an early hour, and there’s probably 32 kids in this class, plus an extra shift, so I can make 64 in the morning, I’ll pick up a delivery for my bedgirls at noon, I’ll send them to the door, I’ll leave a bicycle, a delivery, a one-dollar run-off, I’ll make about 100 at noon, I’ll teach a junior high school student at 24 or 46 nights, I’ll go to the restaurant, I’ll take a plate from 5:30 a.m. to 10 p.m., and I’ll spend every cent of my day off to make money, except to learn to sleep.
I know I may be a little sad in other people’s eyes, but I don’t feel like a person who’s been a little sad since I was a kid. I have books, food, money, self-empowerment.
I do not know that sometimes one person’s misfortune can be used by another.
My misfortune has made Song Qing choose me.
Before that, there was an all-out show on the screen of the restaurant, called “The Quest,” which I heard once in the middle of the meal, and I heard one of the athletes say, “How many sugars do you need to sweeten up when you have a lot of pain in your heart?” The host of the show immediately said, “You are wrong. There are a lot of bitter people in your heart who can be sweet with a little sugar.” I’m sorry.
Song Qing is my sugar.
The first time we met was 5:30 in the morning, I had a full breakfast, and my classmates actually took care of me, and they rarely ordered some soup soybean and soybean, because they knew I wasn’t good at it, and the owner of that breakfast shop was doing it, and each breakfast gave me a free handbrush.
I’m a man who has too much grace and care, and there’s nothing to pay for, because I really don’t have any money, so these free bean milks, though insignificant, are my few returns. They gave me good things. I bit my teeth and I was ready to take them to class.
As a precaution, I split up twice, even though the bag of soybean soybean was broken when I walked to the school’s Crescent Lake, and a dozen cups of soybean soybean were thrown over the ground, and the white soybean was so hot that it sewped along the slab, that I was used to it, but I sometimes envied my power over fate.
It’s a feeling of despair, and it’s as if in my life I can only stand in front of me, in the face of my face, with the wretch of fate, but I can’t do anything but stand and do nothing.
You think that’s the worst luck you’ve ever had? No. Fate is looking at you, laughing, and saying, “Hey, little boy, look at me. You can be worse.” I’m sorry.
Then I met Song Yi.
When he came back from the overnight game from outside the school, he met me and cried silently, lying around a pile of soybean stains, and asked me, “What can I do for you?” I’m sorry.
I’m caught in a soft trap.
Two.
That’s the worst time he’s ever had with his mother.
Song Qing’s father died early, and his mother was very hard on him from childhood to age, he never had his own time, and his life, except for sleeping, was carefully planned for every minute.
I heard him mention one thing: that when he was in high school, he dropped out of his fund class at night, went to a World Cup game with the boys in his class, and that the next day his mother took him back to the cemetery and made him kneel all day before his father’s grave until he said I was wrong before he could stand up.
He kneeled until he passed out, and he didn’t say I was wrong.
However, it was only an ordinary day in his life.
The stress of life was raging, when he went to university, and he had a fight with his mother, when he smoked, drank and stayed away from school at night, and when I went to him, he sat in a cybercafe, and everyone was playing games with his headphones on, and he sat there with his headphones, and he didn’t even open his computer, and he was smoking, and his eyelids fell down.
That’s so quiet.
He was not depraved; he simply needed a depraved environment to declare war with his mother.
I really hurt him.
That day he helped me to pack up with the wolves and went with me to get breakfast outside the school. He laughed and said, “I have heard of you.” I’m sorry.
I was like a pricked hedgehog, and I asked him, “What have I heard?” A poor man who’s been treated by fate? I’m sorry.
“No,” he looked straight in his eyes, looked into the sense of dust, and didn’t say what kind of person I was in.
So I also ignored him.
Later, I did not know where I had aroused his interest in me, and he went with me every morning to get breakfast, another room for delivery, to pick up delivery at noon, to take me to the home of his tutor at night or to the restaurant.
I never talked to him. I’m busy. I don’t have time for a snow moon.
But then one night, when I came out of the restaurant, he stood outside the door with a big black umbrella in his hand, and the rain fell on his umbrella, and he followed it down to the waterlid of the earth, in which the light of the restaurant shattered, and his eyebrows were raised under the black umbrella, and he laughed, and said, “I knew that you did not have an umbrella, and I came to take you back.” I’m sorry.
Forgive me, for I was of such size that it was the first time that someone waited for me and was picked up and said, “I know that you did not have an umbrella. I’m sorry.
When I was a kid, I was jealous of the rain, and when it rained, the parents were outside the school to pick up the kids with no umbrella, and I was the only one, who would never pick me up, and I would run all the way back in the rain, and I heard the director of the orphanage complain about why I didn’t have an umbrella because my clothes were wet and I had to pay for medicine.
I’m a problem.
So that day I looked at Song Zhen, and my eyes blinked and my tears came down.
I rarely cry, really, because when I was little, I realized that tears were useless and could not solve anything, but I couldn’t help it, and I didn’t know why they were so uncontrolled that they came down on my cheek.
We’re so together.
He’s actually rich, and he’s good, but he’s never gonna stop me from working, or he’s gonna keep sending me to pick me up, and I’ve always been grateful to him for keeping my little dignity until he and I are planning our future and want to marry me, and he’s taking me back to his mother.
This is the beginning of my painful life.
3
In order to meet his mother and make a good impression on her, I started to get nervous three months earlier.
I even spent 46.87 dollars on a book called “The 100 Things You Must Take Care of When You First Go to Your Boyfriend’s House” that I didn’t remember anything but that it was too expensive, and he laughed and put his hand on my nose when Song was complaining, and said, “Oh, you, change your name to Grande. I’m sorry.
I laughed stupidly.
And then in that beautiful, golden living room in his house, it seemed to me that I had only said two words, one that I had to look forward to. Hello, auntie.
His mother sat on the real leather couch and only looked me in the door and didn’t see me all the time. Song Zheng kept holding my hand and introducing me to his mother, and the conversation was as follows:
“What do her parents do? I’m sorry.
“She’s an orphan. I’m sorry.
“What did you bring her to see me for? I’m sorry.
“I’m going to marry her. I’m sorry.
Are you kidding me? I’m sorry.
It’s very, very short, about 10 minutes, and I’m like being stripped naked and thrown on the street, but I’m strong because I don’t want to lose it in front of his mother.
Then we left his house and asked him, “What shall we do? Does your mother not like me?” I’m sorry.
Now it’s so stupid to think that his mother’s attitude towards me, and I can’t believe I’m asking that.
But Song Zhi was happy, and he took my hand, and his mouth was the upper radians, and he said, “It’s all right, I like you. I’m sorry.
Then I went to him on a bright day, when he found him in a house he rented, and heard him call. He said to his friend, “She was mad, and when she returned with Zhao, I knew that she would go mad. I’m sorry.
The joy of his words was so manifest and disguising, and before that, every time I thought of his mother’s attitude towards me, I couldn’t sleep.
Turns out, here he is, it’s such a pleasure.
When he first met, he laughed and told me he had heard of me, but didn’t say what kind of person I was.
I didn’t understand until now.
I’m his smoker, I’m his drinker, I’m his skipper, I’m his night away — I’m his rot.
I’m his war with his mother.
All my misfortunes, all his scars, torn in the sun with his blood, he used the chips.
I knew it. I’ve been suffering for 20 years. How could fate be so kind to me?
And that is the way of my life, and I went back and forth, and I told myself, how to cry, and it was not the first time that it had wronged me.
And how can I cry when I’m on a bus for two hours?
Do you have time to cry?
Then, when he was about to graduate, Song Qian was still obsessed with marrying me, and his mother came to the restaurant where I worked.
She didn’t have anything, she was picky and pointed on the menu for a half-day, which was probably unattractive, and ended up with a glass of water and $30,000 for an hour in the dining room to talk to me.
I sat across from her and I didn’t give her a chance to talk. I said:
“Yeah, I’m an orphan, no one wants an orphan, and I’m glad that the country’s nine years of compulsory education, and I’m insured for high school with a high grade in junior high school. I’m sorry.
“I’m in charge of the country’s poorest financial resources to support myself, and now I’m a grown man, and I can make my own living. I’m sorry.
“I bring breakfast in the morning, delivery at noon, home teaching at night or a plate at night, to study hard in the middle of life because I need a scholarship. I’m sorry.
“Yes, Auntie, you see, that’s what your son likes. I’m sorry.
“Oh, yes, I was adopted in junior high, but the man used to do something to me, and I couldn’t bear it, a vase smashed on his head, and laid on him, and then the lady took me to the police station and said I seduced her husband. I’m sorry.
“If you look into my file now, you might find my record. I’m sorry.
“Are you angry now with the people your son likes, poor, rude, violent, mediocre, low, small citizens, greedy? I’m sorry.
And finally, I smiled, I cleaned my hands and looked at the white-faced Song, I smiled, I smiled, and I said, “Are you happy?” I’m sorry.
Are you happy? I have torn my pitiful despair from your mother to complete your last step of revenge.
Are you happy?
It’s supposed to be fun. After all, isn’t it for this moment that you’ve been so gentle to me, so gentle, so warm and soothing?
I gave you what you wanted.
4
Song Zheng came to me madly to apologize, and the last time we met was in the dark of the night, in a storm, and he was locked from my door, dead and his foot at my door, and asked me, “I’m sorry, Zhao, how can you forgive me?” I’m sorry.
And I laughed, and I took a bowl and he bled his head, and I reached out to him, and I said, “Give me 46.87 dollars, and I will forgive you.” I’m sorry.
He’s obviously gliding, blood flowing through his head, red, and he’s staring at me, and he’s like, “What? I’m sorry.
“46.87, “One hundred things you have to notice when you first go to your boyfriend’s house.” Give me the money for this book. We’re done. I’m sorry.
I don’t know why I’m stuck with this 46.87 when he leaves his head bleeding out in the rain, because I’m telling myself every night that I turn around and sleep.
The book must be too expensive, so I’m going to rip my lungs off like this.
How long will this pain take if you don’t come back?
There’s really nothing to say about the next thing, and I heard a long time ago because of me, Song Zheng’s mother made a step backwards, and after a year of deadlock, the relationship between the two was eased.
Destiny treats the others as it treats me.
Because at that time, I had a baby.
I found myself pregnant shortly after I was separated from Song Zhen, and I certainly wouldn’t give birth to this child, and I bought an abortion after I knew I was pregnant.
The hospital is too expensive, I can’t afford to go, the abortion pills in the clinic, if only three and a half.
The unlucky drug manufacturer of the no-good clinic, I wonder if it has expired, and I have been in my womb for three days, and I have remained steadfastly in my womb, and I have been lying in my bed for one day, and I have decided to give birth at night.
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But I forgave her and for that lonely, helpless and painful Zhao, who loved Song Zhen, who, despite the great harm caused to her by this man, did indeed exist, and the emotions were real and the warmth was real.
In a moment she was overwhelmed by love, and in a moment she wanted to have a home of her own, to have something of her own, to have a family that could always be with her, I understood her and forgave her.
I really don’t want to be alone anymore.
I finished my graduation with my pregnancy and I returned to the old orphanage when I was about to give birth.
I was not surprised by the defecation of the defecation, and the white hair shivering in the wind, and finally a breath.
In junior high, when I broke the head of the man who had adopted me and tried to rape me, the dean went to the police station to redeem me, and I was beaten by the man’s wife, and I was naked in the light of the police, especially when the woman pulled my hair and insulted me, and I was trying to seduce her husband, and I was ashamed, but I was holding on to nothing.
I didn’t start crying until the dean came, and she protected me behind me, except for those who promised to apologize to the woman.
And when she left, she pointed at me, saying, “The little leprechaun, who is not a good learner, must be pregnant before she is unmarried, and let men play enough and then abandon the fox who is not proud of himself.” I’m sorry.
What I was thinking was, “No, I’m not. I’m going to study, I’m going to take the best school, I’m going to get the best job, I’m going to make the most money.”
Seven years later, I graduated from college and returned to the orphanage with a big belly, against the director.
It’s just a phrase.
It’s my life.
5
I’ve had a lot of pain with my tummy.
I was only 78 pounds thin at the most difficult time, and I was six and a half feet tall, when three-year-olds brought meat from his bowl to my mouth, saying, “Mom, I am not hungry. And I woke up late at night and saw him crying with my skinny arm, and asked me, “Mom, why don’t you eat a little more? I’m sorry.
I can only hold him and wept.
So when Song Qiang stood before me and asked me how I could redeem myself, I almost said to him with a malicious smile, “Can you do that?” I’m sorry.
In fact, it’s just a negative speech, and I was just thinking about him when he chose his wife’s wedding anniversary gift under a crystal light, with his eyes focused, his eyes soft, and I asked myself.
How could he be so happy?
I worked so hard for so long, he turned me upside down, and he left without water.
Of course, he didn’t give birth to me, I chose it. People were responsible for every decision they made. It was no fault of him. I just didn’t want it. I was a good college graduate who was so close to my dream life.
Just a little, just a little.
Sometimes I think, “If only I’d never met him, if only I hadn’t taken that much soy.”
It’s almost there.
I still knew him so well that I knew him too well, that he had grown up a single-parent family, that there was no love for his father, that he was forced to have a natural sense of responsibility for his family, that he would not wish his children to be like him, even though they were not the ones he expected.
Then he stood in front of me and told me that he was going to divorce and give me a home, and I was only surprised that he had the will to do it.
But after a moment of silence, I did not reject him, so forgive me.
I’ve been through so many things in my life, asking myself, I’ve never been sorry to anyone, but I know I’m sorry to Song Xian’s wife, whom I never met.
She was supposed to have a happy marriage.
But I can’t say no. I didn’t go to Song Zhen when I was born, and if it hadn’t happened, I wouldn’t have brought my children to him in my life, which is my last dignity before Song and his mother.
But the next day, when Song Zhen found us, he came to the playground, and they flew in a roller coaster, and they were on a car, and Song Zhen was on his shoulder, and he blew a bubble.
I had a dream a long time ago, and it was the same in my dreams, when Song Zheng and I were playing in the playground, and when I was frozen, my smiles were warm and warm in my lips. It was a cold basement outside of the dream, without heat, and he tried to drill me in my arms unconsciously in his sleep, but he didn’t say it was cold because he knew it would be difficult for me.
I couldn’t help but hold him tight.
And then I went to buy a little sun for an hour every night, because it was expensive, and I had every penny that I could afford for another second.
But if one day the dream coincides with reality, and the dream playground is perfect in reality, and I have the opportunity to have a full home and a better life and a father, then how can I refuse?
Six years of life has taken away all my temperament and pride, and I have not forgiven Song Qian, I have only reconciled with him.
The former Zhao Zhao Zhao, even though she was so eager for a home, was able to crush her face in a vase while the adopter touched her legs.
The former Zhao Zhao, even though she was so eager for love, was able to return her suffering when Song Zheng apologized to her for her life.
But six years later, she was a mother.
I’m an orphan and I want my children to grow up in a healthy, loving family.
I can’t resist the temptation of living my life.
If I could, I’d just like to say I’m sorry to Song Qian’s wife for being hurt.
It doesn’t matter if she forgives me. You see how many times I’ve been hurt by my life.
Six.
After Song Qian was divorced, a year of deadlock, and his mother, who was a high-ranking woman, had no choice but to die.
I’m married to Song Zhen, my family’s life isn’t easy, and I’m not used to it, in plain and secret, the transparent people of the family, and my friend Song Zheng’s shameless smile when he sees me.
I pretended to be invisible.
I am already used to such treatment, and I am grateful for fate, which has hardened the heart of the soft blood in my chest into a worthless diamond, and I will never be hurt again, which is probably a subsidiary gift to me.
My marriage with Song Qing was not a bad one, he was a good father and the day passed, and we never talked about his ex-wife.
Until one day, I knew Anjin was remarried.
Some of the Song family had deliberately mentioned it in front of me and appeared to have unwittingly shown me a wedding photo.
A very beautiful woman, gentle and gentle, with amazing eyes like water on her eyes, in fact has a very different look at her wedding photos and a very nice smile, but she smiles very well, and the men around her are smiling and handsome.
Probably happy. I can finally breathe.
Then on the way back I remembered that I had seen this woman, and we ran into her face at one of the airports, and she and Song were pale and cold, and I tested her name in the light, and she was only laughing back at me: “I know her.” I’m sorry.
A very sturdy woman.
If it hadn’t been for her hand to shake, I wouldn’t have found out, but it would have been too much.
I didn’t mean anything else, just wanted to apologize to her, and now she’s happy, and I don’t have to say I’m sorry.
When I returned to the study, Song Zheng was in the library, and I gently pushed the door open, and he did not find me, in the dark of the house, a faint smell of smoke. He had actually given up smoking for a long time because he had a child in the house, and he had smoked his eyes closed, and I saw two tears on his face.
Close the door softly, I’m coming back from school, I’m going to think about what to eat tonight and start cooking.
But the thoughts were uncontrollable, and I was reminded that when we were married, Song and I had a rare conversation, and we asked each other a question that had been hidden in our hearts for a long time, and I asked him, “Do you regret it?” I’m sorry.
And he looked at me with a clear look, and said, “I regret, but this is what I should do, and I will redeem myself. I am sorry to you and I am sorry.” I’m sorry.
Then he asked me, “If you knew what you were going through, would you regret having given birth to Song? I’m sorry.
I looked at him for a long time, and I said, “I regret it.” I’m sorry.
He smiled and I didn’t talk.
Because one of us lied.
I didn’t regret it, even if it was bitter, but I spent that time with him. I loved him. I never regretted it.
But he was right to regret that he and his ex-wife, who were in harmony with the spirit and soul of the world, and who loved to be in harmony, would now have a happy family if he had not provoked me and an innocent man.
He could have been happy, but he missed it.
Just like the pink diamond he’d never get out of his bedside cabinet, like the two rows of his study where he’d never be played with again, just like the photo of his marriage to his ex-wife that he’d never have been married to in his wallet.
This is his punishment.
I remain silent, yet fate has been fair once, and I have been hurt many years ago, in the form of a scrambling dart, and after many years, into his own heart.
Me? I’ll never hurt him again.
I always thought you were the only candy in my life, and then I found out you were the cream wrapped in sugar.
Zhao Zhao Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou
End
What kind of woman is a smart woman? – The answer from the man and the woman.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
