At three o'clock in the morning, I was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep.

Anyway, I couldn't sleep, so I simply got up and turned on a dim lamp at the head of the bed, got out of bed with my clothes on, and slowly walked to the window.

Outside the window, a drizzle is falling, and the rain of late autumn is extraordinarily cold and piercing the heart.

The dim street lights drifted into my field of vision through the heavy rain and fog, making me feel as if time and space were intertwined, and time seemed to go back to a year ago, that cold and rainy night, which was also miserable......

A year ago, my exact identity was a resentful woman.

At that time, I was enduring the coldness and alienation of my husband, who had shared the bed with me for 13 years......

My name is Su Man, I am 35 years old in Chinese New Year's Eve, I work in accounting, my husband's name is Deng Wenliang, the CEO of an emerging technology company, we are university alumni, he is one year higher than me.

After meeting me on campus, he launched a fierce pursuit of me, at that time, I was ignorant and extremely innocent, and he was so sunny and handsome, full of vitality, I immediately moved him and agreed to be his girlfriend.

Like many campus couples, we have had a romantic time of youth and innocence, we go to self-study together, go to dinner together, and walk together on the college campus, leaving our youthful figure everywhere on the beautiful campus.

At the same time, like many conservative post-70s, we didn't take a step beyond the thunder pool during college, and the conservative me always adhered to my bottom line and didn't let him possess my body until that summer......

At that time, I had graduated and was waiting for a job, and he had already joined the work, and our relationship was very stable, and at his repeated requests, I followed him back to my hometown to meet his parents that summer.

Deng Wenliang grew up in a family of intellectuals with superior conditions, his parents were very well-informed, and the two old people also had a very good impression of me.

Until that afternoon......

On that day, his parents were not at home, there were only two of us in the family, their family lived in a small courtyard house with a quiet environment, in order to cool off the two of us stayed in the secluded west wing of his house, he was half lying on the iron bed behind me, listening to music, while casually flipping through a book, I sat in front of the window, quietly savoring a collection of Xi Murong's poems:

All the endings have been written / All the tears have been set off

But suddenly I forgot what kind of beginning it was / On that old summer day that never came back

No matter how much I try to pursue / Young you are only like a cloud shadow / And your smiling face is very light and faint

Gradually disappearing after the sunset, the group / Then turn the yellowed title page

Fate bound it very clumsily/With tears in my eyes/I read and read it/But I had to admit it

Youth is a book that is too hasty

I believe that no young girl will not like Xi Murong's poems, and whenever I read these beautiful poems at the age of young age, I have a deep touch in my heart.

At that time, he called me softly behind me: "Xiaoman, what are you looking at?"

I replied casually and softly, "I'm reading Xi Murong's poems......"

He muttered to his feet and whispered to me, "Come and stay with me......"

I glanced back at him, ignored him, and continued to read my poems.

But he put down the book in his hand, sat up straight, stretched out his arm and pulled me over, I had no choice but to take the book of Xi Murong poems that I couldn't put down, and sat next to him.