The woman smiled and asked Anton Yu, "You, have you ever heard of a long-term relationship?"

Anton Yu was slightly stunned, suddenly understood the woman's words, and sneered: "Do you mean that I and my wife have been in love for a long time?"

"Isn't it?" the woman asked rhetorically.

She didn't point out that Anton Yu had a smile on the corner of his mouth when he talked about hearing people's admiration.

Some things need to be discovered by a person, rather than being reminded by others, only when they suddenly realize, they will be impressed, I hope that Anton Yu's comprehension will not take too long.

Anton Yu drank the cocktail in his glass and asked the bartender to refill the cocktail again, he didn't know how much he had drunk tonight, and he didn't know if he was drunk.

Now, it was as if he didn't have anything else he wanted to do except drink. Alcohol is what he needs most right now, and nothing else compares to it.

Taking advantage of the bartender's bells and whistles bartending time, Anton Yu talked to the strange woman in front of him about being pleasing to everyone.

"My wife has a very cold temperament. His voice was slow and calm, as if he were telling another ordinary story, except that the hero of the story was himself.

"I don't pay much attention to anything, and so do I. My marriage to her was just a deal, a ridiculous deal. As for what it is, I won't tell you what it is, anyway, that deal is something that will feel absurd and unacceptable. ”

The woman asked, "Then why did you accept it?"

Anton Yu smiled bitterly and looked sad, "Because my parents forced me to marry, I had no choice but to marry her." ”

"What about her?

Anton Yu shook his head, "No, she wants to get married by herself." ”

"You mean you're the one who made the deal, right?"

Anton Yu shook his head again, "No, she was the one who proposed this deal." ”

"I, I don't quite understand," the woman looked dumbfounded, "you were forced to marry by your parents, and you had to marry someone." And she wants to get married, how can it be the deal she proposed, shouldn't it be you?"

"It should have been mine," Anton Yu sighed, "but she spoke first, ironically, right, a man who wants to get married treats marriage as a transaction." ”

"Do you know?" Antonyu's words continued, "She is a writer, quite famous, and when we first met, she said that I was very much like the male protagonist of her pen, and that I was her ideal marriage partner. At that time, I was quite self-pleased, and I was very happy with her praise. But then I found out that she kept comparing me to her fictional characters. The most important thing is that I often can't compare to the fictional characters she writes. I, a living person, am not as good as a fictional character who lives only in words and relies solely on the reverie of people who read words. Can you understand that kind of gap?"

This is the word that has always been pressed in Anton Yu's heart, he didn't dare to say it to anyone, only today, with the help of alcohol, to a stranger he met for the first time.

This is the reason why he is more and more dissatisfied with Wenren Tianyue, at first Wenren Tianyue regarded him as an ideal marriage partner, but when it came, the ideal was still ideal, and the object was not him.

He was lost in his heart, but he couldn't talk about it. This has a noun in the human world, a noun exclusive to love, "jealousy". 228 Literature Network

Yes, Anton Yu is jealous, but the object of his jealousy is fictional and does not exist.

Eating vinegar from a fictional object, how can he say such a thing.

The woman couldn't help but feel moved after hearing this, such a terrible thought, such a terrible contrast, no wonder the man in front of her was so disappointed.

If she was compared to her own husband (not to say love or not), she would have gone crazy with anger, but for now she needed to comfort the lost man.

"After all, your wife's identity is special, she is a writer, and I have heard that many writers will ponder and think repeatedly before writing, and they will also spend a lot of energy and time to create and enrich the characters when they write. The character's words, deeds, expressions, and psychology are all conceived by the author, and after a long time, he has poured a certain amount of emotion into the character, and if he creates a character that he loves very much, he may even fall in love with that character. You can't fight with them for anything, and you can't fight for anything, because they are the ones who first enter the writer's heart. ”

Anton Yu was about to drink with a wine glass, when he suddenly heard the woman say this, he immediately turned his head and looked at the woman in disbelief, "Really?"

The woman forced herself to nod, "Really." ”

Anton Yu turned his head and raised the wine glass in his hand to his mouth again, his lips opened slightly, and he took the rim of the glass, and a mouthful of wine rolled into his throat.

The wine is very strong and somewhat top-notch.

"The husband of the writer is also too bad, all day long in front of a person who has other people in his heart, he is always compared for no reason. Next time I don't want to find another writer, just be an ordinary woman, even if she is not gentle and talented, as long as she truly loves me and is willing to spend her life with me, I am willing to live with her for the rest of my life. ”

Many men have fantasized about being able to take a gentle and virtuous woman who loves him as a wife, but when they grow up and can get married, they realize how unrealistic the once seemingly ordinary dream is.

How can there be so many gentle, virtuous, generous and loving women, there are only suitable women, suitable families, suitable ages, and everything is suitable, but there is no love.

And he is pleasant, his family is suitable, his age is suitable, his job is suitable, and the only thing that is not suitable is the same as most people.

There is no love.

He doesn't love people, and he doesn't love him.

The woman next to Anton Yu chuckled, her smile was meaningful, because it was the first time she had seen such a simple man, and his requirements for his wife were so immature.

You must know that in this world, the rarest thing is a sincere love, let alone Anton Yu, many people have not found the woman who loves him and the woman he loves as his wife.

"I'm not saying, people, it's going to be in love for a long time, maybe one day she'll fall in love with you. ”

Hearing this, Anton Yu suddenly laughed sarcastically, his eyes were full of melancholy, just like the melancholy in his eyes, but the melancholy in the latter's eyes was constant, natural, and clean.

The melancholy is like being in a bleak desert, with the north wind blowing from the north, and the hair fluttering gently, and a few strands of hair blocking the face.

A man quietly blows the wind, waiting for the thin.

"She's so cold, I feel like she'll never be tempted,"