Xie Xiong likes to drink alcohol, and he must drink three glasses of liquor before three meals a day. Breakfast is no exception, don't eat a bowl of hot dry noodles, then drink a cup of soy milk, or fried dough sticks with egg white rice wine, he is hot dry noodles with "Yellow Crane Tower" wine. The wine was in small bottles, about four taels, and he carried it in his pocket, and when he wanted to drink it, he took it out anytime and anywhere, and took a few sips. During a break in the middle of work, others drink tea, he drinks, others smoke, he drinks. One bottle a day, thunder can't move, three glasses of liquor before the main meal, can't be counted.

He is addicted to alcohol, but he is not greedy for a cup, he stops in moderation, except for occasionally borrowing alcohol to pretend to be crazy, beating Xiao Lin to a piece of blue and purple, he is not a bad husband. He had an argument with the foreman and smashed his head with a wine bottle, and the foreman deducted his salary to offset the medical expenses.

After Xie Xiong returned home, the task of accompanying the guests was carried out on his head. Xiao Lin is acquainted, and he refuses to go to eat, and he is bored with himself, but he is considered to be deliberately avoiding something, deliberately covering up something, which is a little self-contained.

Life has returned to normal, on the surface, as always, and it seems that they do not blame the past and keep their mouths shut, but there are still many subtle differences in everyone's mood and attitude. If it is careless and sloppy, or dull, it really can't be noticed, but Xiao Lin, who is delicate and sensitive, understands the disgust and disgust from the surprised eyes of others and the look of contempt, and understands that some things have not been turned over, frozen there, frozen into a knot in the heart, maybe it can slowly melt and turn into nothing in time, or it may never turn over, and it will never be turned over, and it will never be turned over in this life.

Soon, Xiao Lin noticed the changes in Xie Xiong, every time he accompanied a guest, he didn't squeak, he only cared about drinking, less food, and didn't eat, and he was often drunk like mud. He was a drunkard, but he had never been drunk before, and when he was half drunk and half awake, he talked and laughed as usual, but now he was a drunkard, a drunkard, and he was often drunk, crazy, and gibberish. When she was drunk, she would be tossed when she went home, no matter whether she was working or not, whether there were others at home, or whether it was day or midnight, when she entered the door, she was dragged to the bedroom and pushed on the bed, her eyes were red like a bull, and her strength was like a bull, as if she wanted to tear apart her flesh and bones. After the reconciliation, his attitude towards her changed, no longer brewing, no longer warming, no longer guiding, both blunt and bad, gnashing his teeth like an enemy, no longer gentle, no longer easy, no longer slow, both rough and crazy, wolves running like wild beasts, changing all kinds of tricks, and ravaging fiercely.

Xie Xiong no longer treats her as a lover, as a dear wife, no longer as a baby, as a beautiful girl, just as a playful, exciting, and conquering plaything: you want to ride on my head, don't think about it!

One night, Xiao Lin was mopping the floor in the living room, Xie Xiong entered the door, and immediately stepped forward, wrapping his hands around her waist from behind. Xiao Lin knew what he wanted to do, but she was not available, she was not in a good mood, and she was even more afraid, so she struggled and did not want to cooperate. The more she struggled, the harder he squeezed, holding her tightly in his arms. His thick arms cuffed her waist, and she was as thin as a child, and he suddenly lost her freedom.

Xie Xiong turned sideways, passed through Xiao Lin's armpits with one hand, grabbed her knees with the other, picked her up violently, and walked towards the bedroom. Xiao Lin was weak and powerless, let him hold him in his arms, every time he didn't have time to resist, he was carried to bed in a daze, and he was confused. Xiao Lin didn't want to, she was afraid, afraid of his perversion, afraid of his madness, she reached out and grabbed the dining table: What do you want to do? Let go of me!

Xie Xiong was disobedient, let her drag the dining table, and continued to move towards the bedroom: you! You are pretending again, you are my wife, don't you know what your husband wants to do? I love you to death!

The door frame blocked the dining table. He let her go to the ground, crossed his legs and tripped Xiao Lin's legs back into a curved bow, leaned forward, put his head under her armpit and arched her behind his back, and his hands came to peel off her fingers that were holding the table. He couldn't get it off with three pulls and three breaks, so he was in a hurry, and his hand was clenched into a fist and smashed her fingers. She screamed and let go. He pressed her hands to his chest, picked her up and pressed her to the bed.

Xiao Lin struggled desperately, hitting her head and kicking with her feet. The tighter he tightened. She jerked her head down and bit his clenched hand in surprise. Xie Xiong snorted in pain and let go. Xiao Lin slipped off the ground in a hurry, trying to grab the door and get out. He straightened his arms and grabbed her by the back collar from behind, dragging her back so hard that the jumper almost stopped her breath and collapsed to the ground.

Xie Xiong is very secret, no one can win him by breaking his wrists, Kong Wu is powerful like a barbarian. Xiao Lin is petite and exquisite, she can't help but be weak, she can't beat him, she is grabbed by him and can't move.

She burst into tears: If you want to force it, do it, I will go to the Public Security Bureau to sue you!

He took off her pants, pulled the pillow to cover her mouth, turned his back, sat on her chest, and said while taking off his own clothes: I will be forced, brutal, sleep with my wife, and sue it, you try to sue it. There are ** crimes in marriage, foreign countries have them, it's a pity, but it happens that China doesn't.

Xiao Lin burst into tears, bent her knees and struggled left and right: You beast, see if I don't slaughter you!

He turned around, grabbed her knees and dragged them down, then twisted her hands behind her back and raised them above her head, kissed her face, kissed her ears, licked her neck, sucked her lips, and snubbed her tongue.

She shook her head and twisted her face, begging: Please, I can't stand you like this, you can spare me.

He was silent, and continued to be rude and mad, going his own way. She struggled, tore her clothes, kicked the bedding, and finally couldn't beat the crazy man, and he lifted herself up, pressed down, and endured even more brutal bestial torture.

Before Xiao Lin fell into a coma, the scene of people killing sheep flashed in her mind. Sheep, this animal is human, and it predicts when people will kill it and eat meat. People sharpen their knives on the side, and the sheep tremble when they see it, and the people come to the sheep with their knives, and the sheep will kneel down on their legs, and their tears ripple, nodding and begging. Sheep are killed, and women are bullied by men. You don't have to beg for this kind food, you don't have to beg, you are just a delicious dish for humans. Humans are greedy, greedy, and vicious. Sheep, this stupid animal, you don't have to stare, you don't have to be aggrieved, you are just a pocket money in the hands of the keeper. Because you are docile and easy to domesticate, because your meat is delicious and a delicacy on the table, and because you are soft and tough, it is a necessity of life, and the raiser should enjoy it and be rich. Under the butcher's knife, the sheep is not actually life, just a pile of meat, just a pot of soup, just a bush of hair, just a piece of skin. Kneeling, weeping, begging, even if you spit out the principles of the sages, or even commit suicide, it is useless, in the end you are still killed, you are still skinned, you are still boiled, you are born to be eaten. Just as a woman is born to sleep with a man, so a wife is married to be slept with by her husband.

After the event, Xie Xiong was satisfied, lying on his back and gasping. Xiao Lin woke up slowly, she was trembling, her limbs were cold, and she fled to sit in the living room and choked and cried. He is not afraid of women crying, crying is a manifestation of weakness and incompetence, and women are such a god and ownerless when they encounter something.

Xie Xiong was drunk and crazy, Xiao Lin was annoyed and tired, but she had to grit her teeth to bear it, she was scared and trembling in bed, but she had to be obedient, she was bitter and dry, but she had to swallow her anger. When a woman puts on a wedding dress and marries a man, she seems to have a lot, but how many of them really belong to women? Clothing, food, and housing are given by the husband, and marriage, family, and children are also given by the husband. Although laundry and cooking, serving men, educating children, and honoring the elderly are the functions of housewives, if the husband does not take his wife for anything, then anyone and anything in the in-law's family is more important than the wife, and anything in life can happen, in short, it is not up to the woman to do anything.

Every day like a plaster sticking to my husband's side, in fact, I am engaged in the oldest profession in the world, but I work the night shift. Because he can't see the light, he can only release his energy enthusiasm for the target in private, delicate, shy, sweet, fluttering, sticky and slimy, relying on him to feed and not give up, and give in to him, patience and obedience.

It seems that Xie Xiongren is gloomy and thinner and thinner, as if suffering from heart disease, as if he endures unspeakable concealment, he is drunk and falls on the bed, not like he used to sleep with his head bored, snoring like thunder, but as if he is not sleeping, a pair of small eyes, most of the time squinted, pretending to be contemplative, occasionally opened, the cold light flickered, looking at her eyes like looking at a stranger, suspicious, scrutinizing, panicking, exploring.

Xiao Lin suffered a loss, secretly guarded, everywhere to pay attention, he dared to lift the wine bottle to smash the hard head of a man, did he not dare to beat the weak women all over the ground to find their teeth? But he doesn't like anything, he doesn't do anything well, he often loses his temper inexplicably, yells and scolds at every turn, but he can eat and drink, and he falls asleep, Xiao Lin smiles and doesn't defend, smiles and doesn't reply, smiles and doesn't quarrel with him, everything follows him, relies on him, holds him, a single slap doesn't make a sound, and the slow fight can't be argued.

But Xiao Lin, who is always smiling, has no quick solution to Xie Xiong's alcoholism. He ate half a catty of wine, either angry or using force, both hurting his body and making a fool of himself, others can't say it, whoever persuades, who stops, will turn his face with someone on the spot, and the more he talks, the more energetic he becomes, which is a joke in itself.

Xiao Lin's words of persuasion are gentle and soft, she has no hard capital, Xie Xiong can find fault casually, he can rub it, pinch it, clean her up, only the spring breeze and rain moisturize things silently, slowly penetrate, and finally achieve the effect of overcoming rigidity with softness. This process needs time to be at the bottom, you can't panic, you can't be anxious, it's like decocting medicine, boiling in two pots and three pots, frying in a simmer, boiling slowly, frying repeatedly, and seeing who can survive whom. If she is in a hurry, the fire is too fierce, the medicine is paste, and she will become a waste scum, of course she will be in a catastrophe.

Xiao Lin advised him again and again to quit drinking, and his addiction to alcohol couldn't be stopped all of a sudden, at least he couldn't become a drunk. Xie Xiong promised to be good in person, but he turned his back and still did the same, and he could even throw his life when he saw the wine. When others didn't pour wine, he poured himself a drink, and he was extremely aggrieved: I just drink a glass of wine, how can I relieve my sorrows, but I can only get drunk? Lie down on the bed and sleep until dawn, at least I won't have insomnia and won't get depression.

Xie Xiong got drunk more often and went crazy more often. Once, my lips turned blue, my hands trembled, my eyes straightened, and the tendons on my neck jumped and jumped. Xiao Lin snatched his wine glass, and he punched her, with a fierce face that wanted to eat her alive, and beat her to a blue nose and swollen face.

Xiao Lin cried and complained to the old man.

Gong Magpie said: The child is small, the family is Pu, alas, let's boil slowly, just get through this time. Poor, what's the matter, who hasn't endured it like this? People are three-knotted grass, and three poor and three rich can't grow old!

Xie Qingquan said: You don't have to waste food because of choking, the wine is right, it's his fault, you shouldn't overdose, you shouldn't go crazy. If alcohol is a bad thing, why do men drink every day? Wine is a man's tonic!

Xiao Lin touched the soft nail and went back to her parents' house to complain.

Xiao Pearl said: He is not a responsible and good man, a dog can't change to eat, how can a cat eat vegetarian and recite Buddha? This kind of human nature is difficult to change, you have to be careful! How did things come to this?

Zhang Linlin said: How can you say that you are also married and have children. I'm sure you can't live without him. No matter what he is, you don't leave him. But are you worth it? Is he worth it? Don't you think it's normal for you to be inseparable?

Xiao Lin said: I am at a loss, I am at a loss! A good pot is broken and broken, and a gourd is broken to make a water scoop. At this point, what else can I do but rely on my mother's family?

My sister-in-law said: I am empty of people and money, and I still have real talent to make a comeback. If you have nothing but money and nothing.

Xiao Lin said: The sorrowful wine brewed in the previous life, the heart-wrenching vine planted in this life, the heart-wrenching liver and intestines, when will it not hurt?

Zhang Forest said: Your in-laws are prejudiced against you and are not suitable for raising a baby, so you should go back to your parents' house to live for a few days!

Although the vase is beautiful, it can be pleasing to the eye, but the farmer can not be a cow and a horse, it is difficult to marry than in the boudoir, the countryside is not better than the city, Xiao Lin's second child has not yet been born, she will live in her mother's house for a long time and do not return to her mother-in-law's house, like the powerful person, or the rich man's wife, willing to be a full-time housewife.