At six o'clock the next morning, after I was tortured by Jiang Beisheng for more than five hours, the sound of mosquitoes getting out of bed and washing was not only the first horn of a poor and sour northern drifter blowing to the morning rush hour of work, but also a sharp sword to cut off my nightmare.

I collapsed on the quilt with a sore back, and Jiang Beisheng under the quilt trembled suddenly.

"Wu ...... Wu Xiaoqi, can you talk about self-esteem and self-love, don't take advantage of me?"

I turned over, my stomach and chest were against the quilt, and a pair of restless legs lay under the quilt: "Jiang Beisheng, I warn you, I, Wu Xiaoqi is a person who wants to save face, especially in front of my sisters." Don't you have to make an inch. ”

Jiang Beisheng bit his lip and gave me a kick from the quilt: "Go, borrow me a change of clothes." ”

The kick came suddenly and unexpectedly, and it almost kicked me out of bed.

I endured and endured it before I couldn't hold back my anger.

Dressed in crumpled pajamas, he walked to the bathroom door unkempt and told the mosquito what it meant.

The mosquito didn't say a word, put down the mouthwash cup in a hurry, rushed to the master bedroom with a mouthful of toothpaste foam and turned out a blue and black plaid shirt. As he passed by the living room, he raised his hand and threw it to me.

I had been sleepless all night, so slow that I was like an eighty-year-old woman, and the blue-black plaid shirt arced before my eyes and fell desolate at my feet.

I stared at it sadly for five seconds.

A woman's revenge is not in the open, but in the open, but in the vent of evil.

After some entanglement, my reason overcame my emotions, and when no one was watching, I quickly spit on my shirt, and then pinched the corner of my collar casually and sent it to Jiang Beisheng.

I'm a woman, and it's hard to raise women and villains, so I have a clear conscience.

After the mosquitoes were hurriedly washed, my little woman's mentality suddenly exploded. hypocritically proposed to have a slow morning walk with her and then taste a leisurely Beijing breakfast.

The mosquito smiled embarrassedly.

In the process of turning around and busily, she used her native dialect, as if telling someone else's story, to tell me about the other side of her hidden outside the communication equipment, which we did not know about.

The distance between the company where Mosquito works and the rental house is very tortuous, and the most economical way to get around is the subway. The fly in the ointment is that this method has the trouble of having to change trains three times along the way. In a tight and crowded life, time is the only way to relieve the shyness of pockets. Therefore, every day at work, she has to get up on time at six o'clock in the morning and spend ten minutes washing, putting on makeup, and changing clothes. For another 20 minutes, stir-fry the dishes that had been cut the night before and quickly cook.

The rice is leftovers, and she doesn't care, because she lacks the time to be picky.

The freshly fried vegetables and overnight meals will eventually be put into a blue lunch box by mosquitoes, and at 12 o'clock at noon, this blue lunch box will be heated in the microwave oven to become her lunch of the day.

A year and a half ago, when Gege was still able to pay her monthly salary, she could sleep for half an hour in the morning. Because of the salaries of the two people, she still has the confidence to order a takeaway lunch for the company's unified group for herself.

She said she never dreamed that one day she would be so sloppy that she would have to count her own lunch.

I was silent and did not speak.

In Beijing, where the off-peak travel is staggered, Mosquito's company follows an eight-hour system with a one-hour lunch break at 8 a.m. and 5 p.m. Gege's entrepreneurial road has never been improving, and several partners have started a crazy mode of 10 o'clock in the morning and 10 o'clock in the evening half a year ago.

If it weren't for me and Jiang Beisheng yesterday, Mosquito and Gege would not have had the only opportunity to have dinner together in half a year.

I yawned tiredly, and the mosquito handed me a refreshing cup of cool white water. I held it in my hand and leaned lazily against the kitchen door frame. Like a bolt of lightning, she swooped to the stove.

I sighed and muttered, "You...... Would you like to take some money from me first to solve the urgent need in front of you?"

She smiled faintly, skillfully stir-frying the red and green in the pot: "Borrowing money is just far water, and it can't save the fire." ”

"Then you can't let this fire burn indiscriminately?" I took a sip of water and walked dry.

The corners of the mosquito's mouth twitched, half vague and half sober: "The two children are now brought by my mother-in-law, and my father-in-law is worried that my daughter-in-law will not only have to support his son, but also be responsible for the monthly mortgage of 3,000. Oh, fox, seriously, people have been soaked in poor days for a long time, but they are reluctant to throw anything away, but the face is as obligated to throw it away as a hot potato. So, I'm not going to hide it from you. My father-in-law didn't mention it, and I pretended to be deaf and dumb, so I haven't sent them half a cent. You say, life has come to this, and this fire has not burned completely enough?"

After speaking, the mosquito held the pot in one hand and a spatula in the other, quickly poured the fried vegetables into the lunch box, and then quickly unscrewed the faucet to rinse the spatula, and packed the lunch box non-stop.

Her journey along the way was so smooth that I was taken aback.

I know that within a year of marriage, she has mastered all the skills of a housewife. But I didn't expect it to be so thorough.

My memory, because after she got married, we rarely had the opportunity to live together like this, and we were stuck in that time for a long time.

In that past, she was the eldest and had a younger sister, one year younger than her, who was bullied by her to do laundry and cook since she was a child; there was a younger brother, four years younger than her, in front of her parents, was her young master, and behind her parents, was the little attendant who served her tea and poured water.

In that past, she was majestic and was known as a hero in the eyes of countless eldest sisters, but she was also slandered as a nightmare in the hearts of countless younger brothers and sisters.

As her best friend, I can't help but be jealous. On an autumn night when I was so carried away by jealousy that I couldn't sleep, I begged Nanako to give me a brother or sister, or a brother and sister.

Nanako punched me with her fist as if it was yesterday.

I hooked my head, and as soon as my nose was sore, I felt the pain of the white horse's passing time.

"You don't have to feel sorry for me. The days that are really so aggrieved that people can't live have already made me go through it to death. Don't worry, if my marriage with Gege really wants to part ways, it will not be now, but a year ago. Mosquito quickly took off his bloated and well-sealed coat, lifted the lunch bag and walked out, grinning at me with bared teeth: "Fox, I'm sorry to let you witness a real marriage without a prince and princess and a candlelit dinner. ”

Nanako said that real marriage is just like a person who drinks water and knows how warm and cold he is.

I'm a little sad.

At 6:30, the mosquito went out to work on time.

The master bedroom was asleep, the second bedroom was lying Jiang Beisheng, and I could only lie on the sofa in the living room with the quilt sadly.

In a daze, I returned to that autumn night, Nanako sat at the head of my bed, I jumped up and hugged her and cried and muttered: "I don't care about men and women, I just want it, you have to give birth to me." ”

Nanako's face was as green as it was back then: "Wu Xiaoqi, you let go...... Let go of me, do you hear me, I'm not interested in you, and I don't want to have children with you. ”

Uh, how can this be said differently than it did back then?

I was startled, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that the vegetable in my arms had become Jiang Beisheng for some reason, and suddenly I woke up and broke my dream, and wailed: It's over, my face.

(To be continued)