He held my hand and said to me softly: "Man, I love you and our daughter, but after all, we are old husbands and wives, so sometimes I disdain to reveal this feeling, but please believe me, no one can replace your place in my heart." ”

Deng Wenliang's gaze was very firm when he said this last sentence, and this gaze conveyed to me full strength, so that I completely believed his words, and I thought, in his heart, that he might really love me, but in his special position, he might also need a physical comfort.

Deng Wenliang stood up, gently stroked my face, and said to me, "I'm going to take a bath, don't think about it anymore." ”

I nodded obediently, and he let go of me and strode towards the bathroom.

At night, we lay in bed together, Deng Wenliang turned his back to me, and gradually, a soft snoring came from his side.

But I couldn't sleep anyway, and I didn't dare to turn over hard, for fear of disturbing his clear dream.

Once upon a time, my husband Wenliang always liked to hug me when he slept, smiled and praised me for my good skin, saying that I was a soft boneless animal and his cutest little squirrel......

But since when did he no longer like to sleep with me in his arms? always like this, giving me a thick and cold back......

I felt a throbbing pain in my heart, and I gently got out of bed, put on my pajamas, turned on a lamp, and sat down in front of the vanity mirror.

I gently combed my half-length black hair, and that day, Deng Wenliang accidentally caught a glimpse of a few gray hairs on my head, and he frowned slightly at that time, and then said to me: You have time to dye your hair.

When I heard this, I was stunned for a moment, and then I was a little stunned, in fact, what woman in her thirties doesn't have a few white hairs on her head? Not to mention more than 30, when we were in college, all the girls in our dormitory had a few white hairs on their heads except me.

Over the years, I don't know if those young girls have added a little more gorgeous hair to their heads? And how did these gray hairs come into being in my full head? I don't know, I only know that we have gone through ups and downs over the years, and have experienced a lot, and perhaps these gray hairs are the testimony of the vicissitudes we have experienced.

I responded to Deng Wenliang lightly: "There are not too many, I don't think there is any need to dye it, right? I don't like to dye my hair, it's not good for my health." ”

Deng Wenliang looked at me and didn't say anything, but I could feel the disappointment in his eyes.

He is a man who demands perfection and always wants his women to be young and beautiful forever, but does he know that sometimes, vicissitudes are a kind of beauty in themselves?

Now, at one o'clock in the middle of the night, I was sitting in front of the mirror, stroking my smooth hair, and thinking to myself, maybe I should dye my hair.

During that period of psychological struggle, I also had to endure the physical longings that appeared in my body from time to time, sometimes I would have spring dreams, strangely, my spring * dreams were all in the early morning, in the dream, I could even hear my own forgetful moans, but I couldn't see the man's face clearly, I just subconsciously felt that he was very young and handsome......

Every time I have this kind of dream, I wake up suddenly at high tide, and then I find that my hands are deeply touched under my body, and my palms are wet......