On the way back, Xiao Lizi didn't speak. Yuan Qiuhua didn't want to say it.

Childhood sweethearts, two little guesses, many years of affection into relatives, a smile is worth a thousand words, all know the roots, are introverted and self-controlled, all understand that they can be themselves, do not have to please every time, no taboos do not track, unconditional trust. Because they know each other too well, just like each other's shadows, even if they are silent and don't speak, they know what the other party thinks, they don't need to explain things when they encounter them, and they don't quarrel, the two of them don't say superfluous nonsense together, don't do bad things about misunderstandings, life is too heavy, life is too tired, it is quiet companionship, easy support, and natural appreciation.

After passing through the vegetable market, Xiao Lizi went to buy vegetables, and Yuan Qiuhua sat in the car, closing his eyes and recuperating.

She understands the loneliness behind Lan Xinyan's scenery, and they have relied on each other for many years, but he has never been able to enter her heart. His love was hot, crazy, and in a state of madness, and she had to pour cold water on him, cool him down, treat him coldly, hard, and without human feelings, and it must be hypocritical to say that he is not sad, angry, or painful. But what was wrong with her some time ago, and how could it not be his fault? Knowing that he had also seen the ugly faces of people from all walks of life, he was confused and hesitant in his heart, and he didn't know how to go his own way. Perhaps the way to forget an old love is to start a new relationship quickly. Because the more lonely he is, the more lonely and uncomfortable he becomes, so he needs someone who brings him sunshine and warmth, and Shi Yuxiu is the best person to ignite his yearning and pursuit of a better life.

Xiao Lizi came over with a vegetable bag, bent down and asked: I bought stinky tofu, duck legs in sauce, half a chicken, stinky hairtail, and braised bean rolls, what else do you want to eat? I'll buy it again!

Yuan Qiuhua said: I want to eat you, and I don't vomit until I eat the bones!

Xiao Lizi said: My meat is sour, it's not delicious! I'll make something delicious and give it to you!

The things were put in the trunk, and he started the car: do you really think they are suitable?

Yuan Qiuhua said: It's not suitable, it's not appropriate.

He said, "Why torture yourself?"

Yuan Qiuhua said: Quickly slaughter the mess. Better a finger off than always aching.

He said, "If you regret it, it's too late!" I'll send you there. I'll help you confess.

Yuan Qiuhua said: The bottle of stuffy donkey, I drank it tonight, and I won't return home if I don't get drunk.

He said: Don't use wine to drown your sorrows, drink the Great Wall for nothing. You are drunk, and I have to serve, and I can't sleep all night.

Yuan Qiuhua said: You fool, I'm drunk, you took the opportunity to put me to sleep, didn't you completely cut off my thoughts?

He said: Take advantage of the fire to rob and fall into the well, I will not be your wishful husband, and I will become your shame!

It was embarrassing in an instant, and it made people cry and laugh, but she laughed and laughed, and cried.

He gently touched her head: Broke my heart, pig head, Sensei cried, okay? I want to do chemotherapy back then, you are as thin as a kitten, your hair is falling out, your teeth are bleeding, I have never seen you cry!

Yuan Qiuhua tilted his head on his shoulder: often encourage, criticize, and be willing to help me, you are my nobleman. Oh, no, as long as I am in trouble, you will come down from the sky and respond to your request, are you Guanyin Bodhisattva?

He glanced at her, his eyes were full of pity, distress, and tenderness: Yes, I am Guanyin with a thousand hands, what do you want to ask for? Marriage proposal, son, Wenkui, official seal, fortune, fortune, happiness and longevity, I will satisfy you!

Yuan Qiuhua's eyes turned around a few times, and he learned to take a break and protect his temples with his hands: Don't make noise, let me think about it, let me be quiet.

He snorted softly: I don't know, why is this so? Love is not what I imagined! I just can't find it, in your direction, let alone how to forget. Standing in the rain, tears in my eyes, I don't know where to go. Thousands of times in my heart, I keep calling you, and I keep looking for you frantically. Should I go away quietly? Or should I be brave enough to stay? I don't know, so much helplessness, can I all start again? Should I go away quietly? Or should I wait here? When you understand, the love I give you can never go away!

Yuan Qiuhua burst into tears when she heard this.

Xiao Lizi sang with tears in her eyes, and the heat blurred the lenses. I also have bitterness and suffering, just don't say it; I also have obsessions and don't say it; I also have a thousand turns and turns, just don't say it; I don't pretend to be stupid and behave, just don't say it; it's not that I haven't seen it, it's not that I haven't thought about it, it's not that I don't understand, it's just that I don't say it.

Yuan Qiuhua covered his face with his hands and let out a low "huh" cry.

He stopped, took off his glasses, put his head on the steering wheel, shrugged his shoulders, and sobbed.

Xiao Lizi really can't stand her silence and rigidity, there is absolutely no room for negotiation on some issues, as if it is like a protracted negotiation, which makes him sad and disappointed, this kind of marathon mental tug-of-war, he feels weak and tired. What made him even more irritable was that her temper became irritable and irritable, and she was gentle and kind at the moment before, jubilant, and she didn't know why, but suddenly it was cloudy, and she exploded and thundered, and she yelled at him at every turn, which almost scared him out of his heart disease.

He is a man, he understands Lan Xinyan's motives, he is in his thirties and is anxious to get married, he treats feelings simply and directly, pursues roughly, is a typical man of action, and in the face of his favorite target, he is like a cat in heat to vent, and he pounces directly, and if it is done, it will be, and if it is not, he will turn around and find the next one. Poor her, but she has too much pain and responsibility in her heart, and she can't let go of it. He knew that she was deeply trapped in the whirlpool of feelings, her emotions were uncontrollable, her whole person seemed dull and stupid, she occasionally wrote articles, her logic was confused, her characters were strange, her words and deeds were weird, and no one could understand her. He thought, I have to give him encouragement and support, guide her to do other things, divert her attention, push her out of her sadness.

The only thing she is happy about is writing, and in the matter of writing, she manages dismally, does not ask about the world, writes without distractions, writes with all her might, and can write until she dies. So, he introduced her to her uncle, recommended her to write a biography to the uncle, and helped her regain her confidence, calmness, and calmness. Have enough patience and tolerance for her, what she says is what she says, what she thinks is right, then it is right, when she goes out for an interview, the arrangement of any things, the plan is detailed and thorough, she doesn't have to worry about it, she just needs to bring her brain and notebook, and guarantee to give her a very happy and satisfactory itinerary. She is in a bad mood, her writing is not comfortable, and her artistic conception is not lofty. Before the famous work, she Taoguang is obscure, thick and thin, not to shoot, as soon as she shoots, she is amazing, dignified and generous without losing elegance, sincere and simple without pretentiousness, the pen tone is beautiful and happy, the text is warm, high-spirited, overflowing joy, relaxed, connotative, characteristic, tasteful, the world is amazed by its erudition, and obeyed its insight, so it became famous, and became a public figure. The style of writing suddenly changed abruptly, pouring a belly of sorrow on the words, filled with pessimistic sorrow, and between the lines, it was full of melancholy, misery, and even despair! She could not give me face, she could not need money, she could not want my help, but she could not smash her signboard!

Xiao Lizi was helpless. She lost herself, she lost her inspiration, and she couldn't find it anymore. Even if he is by his side and is with her every day, he doesn't understand her, and he still can't feel the warmth of companionship. You must know that the real companionship is not around, but in the heart, the two feel the ups and downs of life together, and taste the bitterness and sweetness of life together. It is the heart-to-heart dependence, not the proximity of the body, it is the heart and the heart that melt together, from two hearts to one heart. Even if we will never be together for the rest of our lives, I feel that my heart has never left. To truly understand is the companionship of the soul and the spirit of communication, not to hold hands and hug, even if you have been comforting, but not to mention the heart, it is also useless. Only that, the person with a heart, with a word, poked the tears, making the heart ache, but also understood, and turned to a kind of touching, a light resonance. The person who knows best, you are the only one, he is also the only one, when you are confused, give guidance, when you are shaken, calm and firm, and always behind your back, silently give support. Often, when you are together, he knows what you have to say, he doesn't speak, you know his spiritual world, whether you are together or not, he supports you in whatever you do, you suffer, he will comfort you, you fail, he will help you, everything you say, he trusts you, everything he does to you, not because you are beautiful and handsome, not because you have power, a lot of money, and not because you have to be with you day and night, just because his heart is with you.

With tears in his eyes, he sang over and over again. In fact, it's not that he doesn't understand her, it's not that he doesn't know how to do it, but he can't do it. He asked people to investigate Lan Xinyan, and the information he fed back was that this person was a prodigal son in love, although he was like a jade in the years he was with Yuan Qiuhua, but recently he has reverted to the old face of a prodigal son, changing women like changing clothes. He also sent someone to warn Lan Xinyan and told him to stay away from Yuan Qiuhua. But Yuan Qiuhua wanted Fei'e to put out the fire, personally sent her to Lan Xinyan's side, and then witnessed him hurting her, watching her bruises all over her body, watching her in pain, he really couldn't do it! He couldn't see her being wronged at all, no matter what wrong things she did or what trouble she caused, he would forgive her, and silently carried it for her. Pain stems from one's own incompetence, and anger stems from one's own powerlessness. In the face of hopeless likes, there is really nothing one can do about it. On the surface, she is silent and her heart is like water, but he knows her inner torment. How many nights, he dreamed that she cried bitterly, and when he woke up, his heart trembled violently, and he drove to find her, but he didn't dare to knock on the door, and sat outside her door, listening to her thin cry, and complaining from the heart, and also burst into tears. In the lonely night, one cries inside the house, the other cries outside the house, bearing the spiritual torment that outsiders can't perceive and understand, just like a white fox in cultivation, all the pain can only be digested internally, and even if outsiders perceive it, they can't help it. Yes, life is like this, how many people are experiencing pain that outsiders can't perceive, and inside the glamorous appearance, there are huge hidden worries hidden under the smiling face. I can't say that I have bitterness in my heart, so I can only keep silent, in fact, it's not low-key, it's not actually a city government, it's just that I have a bitter heart, and I have to control my emotions. Perhaps, everyone has something that cannot be said in their hearts, when they have experienced the upheaval of the inner world, they will one day be relieved and be able to get out of the city in their hearts, so as to Phoenix Nirvana and get rid of the predicament of bitterness.

Xiao Lizi felt that if he went on like this, he must be crazy. Mourning is greater than heart death, let her see Lan Xinyan's prodigal behavior with her own eyes, if she will go crazy, he will go crazy with her! Then, he took her to the late-night joy field, let her watch from afar, and saw Lan Xinyan show love to other women, holding different women in her arms and saying love words, and in grief, she slapped Lan Xinyan hard.

He said: Whoever leaves can live, but you have to be clear that whoever has it will be happier.

Yuan Qiuhua said: Life has a ruler, a degree of life, an upright person, do things clearly, do not seek the glory of life, but seek to be worthy of the heart.

He said, "The way you cry, it's so ugly!"

Yuan Qiuhua's face immediately turned red, and he felt embarrassed: cry a lot, say goodbye to the past, you know!

He tilted his body, kissed her on the forehead, leaned into her arms, took a nap, and rested. When men are sad and lost, they will cry and cry out like women, which is just a catharsis of emotions, which needs to be understood, and even a little more care, even if it is a trivial question, it is also a kind of beauty. At this time, it is enough to take one action of the woman - touch your head, say a few words of comfort, do not walk away, and enjoy the silence with him. Men can't say it, they need women to read it and make it, so that they can do it in their hearts. The warmth of the touch is far more than any house or diamond that can be remembered for a lifetime. After reading the mind, I understand, but also understand the love after that, which can give men solid happiness and stable happiness.

Yuan Qiuhua shook her knees, straightened his head, let him lie flat on her lap, and gently stroked his head and face, she was used to his lazy method, tired, tired, sleepy, annoyed, lying in her soft arms, listening to her delicate coquettishness, listening to her naughty words, not wanting to know anything, just like listening to music, enjoying an expression from the bottom of the heart of the person she loves.