After Yuan Qiuhua washed, he lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Closing her eyes, her face swelled with a blush, and she seemed to hear him in her ears again, calling her voice softly, her voice was sweet, her tone was smooth and smooth, her voice was sloppy, her voice was delicate, her voice was intimate, intimate, tender, and honey, and she always called her heart soft, crisp, numb, and melted.

At home in the basement of Beijing, every day when she goes back from work, she can enjoy a table of dishes, a bottle of wine, a row of red candles, and a bouquet of flowers (flowers in the flower shop, roses, lilies, carnations, forget-me-nots, shy in the pocket, can't afford to buy, but the garden city has beautification, the virtue of sowing grass and planting flowers, the green trees on both sides of the sidewalk, and the flower beds in the streets and alleys, the flowers are endless, the spring is the golden spring flowers, the summer is the fragrant caryophyllus, the autumn is the white and faint silver osmanthus, the winter is the yellow and clear plum blossoms, he passes by, selects the buds and picks, goes home and raises them with wine bottles, the elegant room, romantic feelings, dark fragrance and sleeves), and his smiling face greets。 He was still studying, and in order to let him study with peace of mind, she worked two jobs to earn money to support her family, worked as a proofreader in a daily newspaper during the day, and edited books for a publishing house at home at night. can't help her at work, only emotionally caring, he takes care of all the housework and doesn't let her half of the snack.

At that time, the poor were poor, but they were poor and happy, laughing sweetly, being poor and smiling comfortably. Although he can't let go of his hands, studies hard, gets up earlier than a chicken, and sleeps later than a dog, when he has free time, he plays and sings the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, blows, plays and sings, dances, recites poetry, tastes tea and drinks, and is full of optimism.

Others saw that they were living in the same room and lived together, and asked about their relationship. The worldly is called the object, the elegant is called the unmarried couple, love is the only reason, of course love is the only reason, is there anything else mixed with love? In addition to the reason for love, is there a reason to speak? Wonderful love, happy marriage, beautiful future, it is said that it is a lonely and lonely person who is afraid of envy, jealousy and hatred, and even the ordinary oil, salt, rice and noodle couples are also admired, that is, they themselves complain of their own heartfelt feelings, and their hearts are also proud, their eyes are shining, their pupils are shining, transparent and clear, their eyes are blazing, their spirits are radiant, and they are soft-spoken, gentle and gentle, elegant and polite, as if they are telling a legendary beautiful story. They are declaring a kind of love, which comes from human instinct, and they need this kind of declaration, and perhaps because of love, love is proud, so they need to let everyone see this kind of love, extraordinary love, all recognize it as love, glorious love.

At that time, the two were in love, and they lived happily and contently. In the morning, he laid her clothes beside the bed, toothpaste squeezed on the toothbrush, and a towel soaked in the basin. When she had freshened up, breakfast had been brought to the table, two fried eggs, a few slices of bread, a glass of milk, or a few side dishes, and a snack. She just opened her mouth to eat and drink, and she ate so much that she was satisfied. When he said it was good, she said it was wonderful, and when he said it was not good, she said it was unusable, and her words were gentle, her mind was calm, and her tone was obedient, which made him feel happy.

When he got home from work, he called out, "Huahua", and said, "Xiao Qiuqiu is back? Huahua has worked hard!"

The so-called basement, which is a polite and decent statement, is actually just a small room in an air-raid shelter, 20 square meters, but the monthly rent is 500 yuan. He used three plywoods to separate a corner, eight square meters is the kitchen, a narrow area, only one person can stand in the middle, a little room for maneuver. The room is closed, because there is no window, it is not transparent to light, it is not airtight, the cooking utensils are only electrical, the rice cooker is used for cooking, the voltage cooker is used for soup, the induction cooker is used for stir-frying, the pan is cooked, the microwave oven is used for baking, the catering is as Western as possible, more steaming and less frying, more baking and less burning, making more pastries, less burning fire, and striving not to emit oil smoke, and there is no smell in the room.

He went into the kitchen to be busy, and she said, "Thank you for your hard work, deign to cook, thank you Gonggong Li for doing the cooking!"

In addition to putting a bed, a cloth wardrobe, a plastic shoe rack, and a desk, she moved a glass bed and sat on a small plastic bench, lying on the edge of the bed, and began to edit the manuscript.

When the meal was ready, he probed and asked, "Is this the meal?"

She said, "Okay." Good work, you!

She opened the folding table, and he placed the dishes and chopsticks. She looked at it, and it was all her favorite food, stinky tofu, steamed lean bacon slices, smoked fat sausages and fried green peppers, fried salted fish pieces, eggplant soup, stewed black chicken, and a bowl of fish head tofu soup.

She stretched out her fingers to pick up the stinky tofu, soaked it in oil and poured spicy seeds into her mouth. He raised his chopsticks and slapped her hand: slander cat, wash your hands!

The two sat down on a small plastic bench facing each other and began to eat. He picked up the wine and poured a glass for each of them. First hold her hands and salute her: I'm sorry, I want you to support my family, this is my dereliction of duty, I'm ashamed!

She took the wine and glanced at him: The days are long, and you will have to take the lead in the future, what are you polite?

He brought his own wine glass: green ant new brew wine, red clay small stove, late day snow desire, can you drink a glass?

He drank and showed her the empty glass. After drinking, he unscrewed off a chicken's big feet and handed it to her. He smiled and showed openness and sincerity.

She glanced at him again: the room is not big, there is love, the home is not luxurious, the heart is lucky, Si is a bad room, only Wu Dexin, what is ugly?

He poured himself to his own and drank it all: whatever he wanted, whatever he wanted, whatever he wanted, whatever he wanted, what he ate, what he drank.

She said: The heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and do what they do, so they will be motivated to endure and gain what they cannot

He said: Only when you suffer hardship can you become a superior person. Suffering is exercise, and money can't buy it.

She said: If you are the Son of Heaven, you may not be rich, and if you are as cheap as a husband, you may not be poor.

The two of them used some flickering words while eating, laughing and scolding, encouraging each other's thoughts, one sentence in the east, one sentence in the west, and eight nonsense, in fact, there were so many words that they couldn't finish talking, so they had to save time, so they engaged in some small tricks and played a little action, which was really called a tongue without a brain and empty of dust. It seems to be relaxed and casual, carelessly, the thoughtfulness of ironing, the tenderness of the pulse, the pleasant harmony, and the warmth of home spread, becoming more and more warm and ambiguous, making people intoxicated and obsessed.

After the meal, she sat quietly and made up books and begged for food, and he quietly washed the dishes, mopped the floor, and did the laundry, as in the past. Unlike most families, men are inferior to women, men earn money and women run the family, as long as she hands over her salary to him, everything will be fine, those thrifty, planning plans, entertaining and sending love, entertaining entertainment, receiving books and bargaining things, she doesn't ask, don't care, rest assured that he can operate, accept the arrangement with peace of mind, and be a hands-off shopkeeper.

Yuan Qiuhua is a person with a habit of cleanliness, and he can't see that the house is a little messy, and he is upset when he is in a mess, and he can't do things, so he has to clean up before he can read and write articles with peace of mind. On the copper incense burner in the corner, an Indian sandalwood incense burns slowly, red dots, fragrant and elegant, dispels dampness, removes odors, and calms the mind. She had a headache and brain fever, and he stayed by her bedside to ask questions, feeding medicine and making soup, and never complained. Respectful as a guest for eight years, he is at the helm of major things, and he is commanded by small things, she has never been in charge of livelihood matters, she has been accustomed to the tacit understanding without words, accustomed to his meticulous care, isolated from the world under his tolerance, and the general people do not understand the world. So much so that since the breakup, she has felt very uncomfortable, eating and drinking have become problems, dressing has become a problem, sleeping has become a problem, daily life is irregular, and health is not guaranteed. Especially in emotional matters, she lost her calmness and seriousness, increased her impetuousness and depression, accidentally got tricked, married hastily, and her marriage was not what she wanted. If he is around, no matter what situation he encounters, even if he is not sober and wise, he can turn danger into a disaster and avoid misfortune, at least he will not act rashly, make a mess of himself, and make a mess of his life.

At this point, Yuan Qiuhua regretted that he had not been at the beginning, why did he leave him? Money and debts can be repaid slowly, but emotional debts cannot be repaid, and he is lovesick, nostalgic, and he can't forget if he wants to, and gradually becomes a spiritual debt, like a corrosive agent that infringes day and night, deteriorating his body and mind, making unbelievable choices, and making fate reversed, and never recovering. Not only was her marriage a mess, but her career was also a failure. Writing is a very happy thing, but without the funds at your disposal, it can become painful. Many people who are engaged in art have this experience, in order to sell their works, to find buyers, to raise popularity, to please the media, for the sake of interpersonal relationships, to welcome and send off, just like elections, to beg people to confess, and these are not what she is good at, and she is lonely and naïve and shallow, which makes her very uncomfortable in this society. In the past, he did the work for her, and she didn't know that even a full-time writer had mundane things to survive, and communication and pragmatism were indispensable. Now she understands that in the poor countryside, accompanied by village husbands and wild women, dealing with scoundrels, and literary dreams are becoming more and more unattainable.

After marriage, Yuan Qiuhua became a rural woman with no career and no support, humiliated, tortured, exploited, and betrayed by her in-laws' family, and her marriage was like a tight spell, imprisoning freedom and dignity, unable to see the hope of escape, unable to find a way out, uncontrollable isolation and helplessness, inferiority and self-violence, making her mentally depressed and abnormal, alienated from others every day, and self-confined. Classmates and friends couldn't see it, and said regretfully, "If you don't have a foothold, how can you talk about development?" It's useless to be talented, you still need to learn the skills to make a living!" They went around to help her contact work, but they ran into walls everywhere, and the failure was due to her low starting point, and her cold graduate school graduation and the conditions under the age of 30 made her run away from the wilderness all of a sudden. Without a graduate diploma, it means that a person does not have a systematic knowledge reserve, and he will have to endure another kind of hardship in life.

Thinking back to the past, the scholar was angry, scolding Fang Xuan, how chic and happy! Peaceful and happy, life was very comfortable, piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and hops, everything was inseparable from it back then, and everything was pleasant and clean. Although life is very hard, it also has its unique innocence and fun, pure state of mind, life is full because of busyness, simple and down-to-earth, both of them are simple and thrifty, kind-hearted, full of dreams for future happiness. Although some people sarcastically said, "Two poor and sour guys, so poor that they can't afford to pay next month's rent, but they are calling Hanako to sing every day, poor and happy."

If you don't love each other, you can't buy it with any amount of money. There was a tonic stew in the kitchen, which he had prepared just for her. Although she sleeps three more, gets up five more, and is tired of hard work, she is tired of taking a nap, and she can work at the desk when she closes her eyes, and even does not sleep all night, and does not feel tired. What's more, she doesn't have to do labor, she doesn't have to buy vegetables, she doesn't have to cook, she doesn't have to wash the pulp, she just cares about the food every day, and the clothes come to stretch out, and more importantly, she enjoys the respect and thoughtfulness that men give to women, obsession and attachment, the warmth of the world of the two, she has grown fat and white.

In the dead of night, she was working with her head down, and he took supplements and snacks and put them in her hands. She smiled and thanked her, you have a spoonful, I have a piece, and I will eat it. He whispered a few words of advice, then quietly undressed, gently crawled into the bed, and fell asleep. Sometimes, he would grab her hand and lick it densely with his soft tongue and bite it gently and heavily with his teeth.

She blamed him for inattention, and reached under his armpit with her other hand to tickle him. He was most afraid of tickling, so he gouged her with his eyes, pinched her with his fingers, and chased and beat her with a grin. She knew his intention to rip her, pinch her, and beat her, but she pretended not to know and deliberately misinterpreted it. She didn't dodge, and when he got close, she took the opportunity to tickle again, pretending to be a gritted tooth and hateful look, but her eyes were rippling with tenderness and sweetness, watery, shiny, blue and faint, like autumn water and looking forward to shining, and her mouth said a bunch of demonic nonsense, the elf was clever and laughing, and his demeanor became more and more rude.

He blocked left and right, squinted his eyes in contemplation, smiled in a hippie face as innocent, shrugged his shoulders as a plea for mercy, provoked him to kneel on one knee to make amends, and had a bit of a wagging tail and begging for mercy. The more he begged her to spare her, the more he hid, jumping playfully and secretly, and the more he jumped, the more she chased after her.

In the end, he happily picked her up by the waist and whispered something stupidly. He hugged his petite body tightly, and could feel her slight trembling. Just held in the palm of his hand, she felt his care, his care, his love, a burst of intoxication her heart was full of joy, snuggled up to his chest like a baby, smiling lightly, as bright as the sun, a whisper, shy as the moon, a look, gentle as the wind, a gesture, playful and mysterious!

When her mouth was dry, and she was tired of talking, she fell asleep in his arms. When she woke up naturally, she shaved his nose and blamed him for snubbing her, and she had to punish him! Seeing him chuckling, she was naughty and mischievous, and when she saw that he had a bright face, she was willful. The punishment was drinking supplements, eating fruits, reciting poetry, painting, and sleeping.

The punishment he was most willing to accept was to braid her, and her hair was smooth and smooth, like a black and bright silk, and he was full of infatuation that he could not let go. He likes to wash her hair, like to tie her hair, and even braid her like a Uyghur girl, full of small and dexterous braids, with various colored ropes and ribbons in between. In other words, he knew that she was deliberately making trouble, but he would never pierce it, he just wanted to see her play petty, he just wanted to be punished, he just wanted to comb her hair full of pigtails.