Wen Qingshui wandered alone in the city in the evening, like a ghost, drifting to a bustling main road and getting on the overpass.

The cold wind of winter is blowing, and the down jacket, which is not thick, has long been penetrated by the cold wind. She has always been afraid of the cold, and she seems to be cut off from the world at the moment, and she can't notice that there are people around her who are hurrying by in their coats, and she can't feel a little chill. Because her heart is colder than her body.

She stood stupidly in the cold wind, not noticing the two tightly wrapped men under the eaves not far away. Their eyes never took their eyes off her.

Standing in the middle of the overpass, watching the cars and cars on the road under the overpass, her thoughts had already drifted to the once distant married life.

Don't pick on things, don't pick on things, don't disagree and are mistaken for not being valued by the family? When she was preparing for the wedding, she handled everything by herself, did it mean that in the eyes of Leng Yueming's family, she was equivalent to a dispensable person in her mother's family?

I think that it is not easy to live for my parents, my brother is not married yet, and I don't want the burden to be so heavy on the family. But when you get to the man's house, you become patriarchal in your own family?

and after getting married, what she did and made decisions were mainly based on Leng Yueming. Even because he said that he couldn't spend the holiday at his mother's house, he reduced the number of nights spent at his mother's house, and he never spent the holiday at home, and he went home very rarely. Did she do this because they never thought they were sensible, but they all thought that they had been talking to Leng Yueming? On Mother's Day and Father's Day, she bought gifts for her in-laws, but she didn't buy gifts for her parents, is it also distorted into something else?

Everyone in his family, including his aunt and aunt, doesn't take her seriously and doesn't value her, is this also the reason?

blames himself for being too weak, and always blindly retreats. In the eyes of the other party, from the very beginning of love, he puts himself in an inferior position! I don't blame others for such a result! I also have a great responsibility.

How is it possible to position yourself as a rural primary school teacher, but ask for the treatment of a professor at Peking University?

But those are all old people's thoughts, what about Leng Yueming? Does he value himself from the bottom of his heart? Probably not? If so, how can he ignore the cold words of his family? How can he treat her parents like that? He always says that he is very good to himself, but is he really good? But he is not a person who pops out of the cracks in the stones, and he treats his parents worse than strangers, let alone respect. How can you say that it is good for yourself? How can you accept such goodness?

He doesn't love himself as much as he says, does he? If he loves himself, how can he always let himself say those lewd words when two people are at their closest! Just to increase his taste? Although he didn't force himself to do those shameless gestures, he longed for everything inside and outside the words! Everything turned out to be in the fantasy of being loved all the time!

But why, even so, in addition to the pain in the heart, there is still reluctance? Is it really because a woman gives her body to a man that she will have extraordinary emotions towards him? Even if everyone says that this emotion is unbearable, they still don't want to believe it, and it still seems to have been poisoned!

At nine o'clock in the evening, Song Xijun finally finished the work at hand and drove out of the company alone.

At night in winter, the roads are sparsely populated with cars and people. He sat in the car waiting for the red light, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel, and the figure of a somewhat scruffy woman came to mind. This figure has been seen a lot lately. Sometimes pitiful, sometimes enthusiastic and upright, sometimes ......

He shook his head and smiled wryly, wanting to ask for this idea, please for that person. But all of a sudden, his pupils shrank. Despite the distance, even though the woman on the overpass was mostly standing in the shadows. He still recognized her - Wen Qingshui.

Why are you standing alone in the cold wind when you don't go home so late?

Wen Qingshui has been standing on the overpass for two hours. For two hours, she thought a lot, a lot. What had been unclear before, now it became clearer. But the clearer it is, the more it hurts.

She thought she loved Leng Yueming deeply, but she was embarrassed because she was in the wrong position. She thought she was filial to her parents, but she ignored the feelings of the second elder in order to maintain her marriage. Now the marriage is gone, the father is not there. Many things can no longer be reversed, let alone have a chance to be remedied.

She did not fulfill the filial piety of a daughter. Before marriage, she looked forward to her future married life and left home with all her heart. After marriage, she flattered her husband's family everywhere, but ignored her parents' feelings.

Even she thinks she should take a large part of the responsibility. There were so many signs of her father's illness in front of her, but none of them could attract her attention. At that time, she was deeply involved in the chaos and quarrels of her marriage, and she had no time to take care of her father.

Her heart was full of guilt. If guilt had helped, she wished she had drowned herself.

For a year, it seemed that all the things related to her father had been infinitely magnified and kept appearing in her mind. The songs he sang, the instruments he liked, the military life he once longed for, the words he once spoke, the places where he once lived. There were so many things she had never figured out, including why he had moved to her city......

Now, she has never done what she wants to do now, and she will never have the opportunity to do it again! But in the past year, this sentence has been like a knife, cutting her body completely and dripping with blood.

She complained about Leng Yueming and his family. It turned out that she was wrong, and she was most to blame herself.

The cold wind was like a knife, scraping her face, freezing tears on her face, blowing her face painfully, but how can this pain be compared to heartache?

She stood motionless for two hours, and her legs and feet were already unconscious. At this moment, her whole body is numb, and the physical numbness is far less direct and complete than the mental numbness.

Leng Yueming parked the car, and when she got on the overpass, she saw the statue-like Wen Qingshui, and at this moment she was like a wax figure without a heart. She also made him feel distressed.

"Qingshui?"

His call didn't make her react in the slightest, like a stone sinking into the sea, without setting off a ripple.

Song Xijun was distressed. He had seen her strength, he had seen her crying, but he was not as shocked as he was to see her stunned now.

Xijun walked up and hugged her behind him, regardless of the defense of men and women. She still didn't react at all, as if she didn't feel held at all.

"Qingshui, I'm here! What's wrong? Don't scare me!"

Song Xijun is tall and burly. His hug blocked out most of the cold wind. His gentle words gradually recalled Wen Qingshui's senses. She finally realized that something was unusual. Who was holding her? How could she be held in the arms of a stranger? She moved slightly. But her body, which had long been unconscious, couldn't keep up with her divine sense.

She vaguely seemed to see Xijun at the same time, the sky swirled, and the whole person was paralyzed. Fortunately, Xijun hugged her, so she didn't fall. But she had already fainted.