Lying in the office of the unit, tossing and turning, it is difficult to sleep. I simply turned on the light, sat at my desk, and coded words late at night. I think that's the power of writing!

In the past two days, I chatted with a friend for a while, and after learning what happened to her, I felt sorry for her, and I couldn't help her.

She and her boyfriend met eight years ago, and at that time, they were at the age when their love first began. He is a sunny and handsome boy, especially when passing by the basketball court, his handsome and free shooting posture attracts the attention of girls. He came to her one day out of the blue.

"Give me a call!, okay?" he held a basketball in his hand, but his expression was very reserved, not so natural.

She hesitated for a moment, and looked at his tall and thin figure, and a boy with particularly clear facial features was standing in front of her stupidly.

"I don't know you!Why do I have to call you, I won't give it!" She glared at the inexplicable person, this reaction should be the least reserved for a girl. She dodged him and walked in the direction of the dormitory!

When she walked to the door of the dormitory building, she deliberately looked back at the back, and the boy was gone.

She muttered, "It's fake!

When she returned to the dormitory, she saw that the people in the dormitory were lying on the windowsill and looking out.

"There's a boy calling your name!

She lazily walked over and looked through the window, it turned out that it was this nasty guy again, isn't it just a little better at basketball!

Calling her name in front of so many classmates, if the whole school knew about it, how could she show up in school?

She ran down the dormitory building in a rage and came to the boy.

"Hey, you're insane, aren't you, why are you calling my name?" she questioned.

The boy smiled wickedly and said to her, "Do you want to give the number?"

She said angrily: "You are simply a scoundrel! The number is given to you! But in the third chapter of the law, you are not allowed to call me, and you are not allowed to text me!"

In this way, she accepted his pursuit in a tactful way, and they embarked on the path of love. After graduating, he first found a job, and for that vigorous love, she chose to go with him, and they swore to each other that they would go together for the rest of their lives. What a sincere vow, like a reassuring stone, locked her heart tightly.

After some careful consideration, they were married. When they first got married, they did feel a happy married life, and she also felt very satisfied. Even if they still live in someone else's house, it doesn't matter what they want, as long as they work together, everything will slowly come to fruition.

After a few years of struggle, they finally saved enough for a down payment and bought a house in the city. Life has tasted a little sweetness, and she is still immersed in her fairy tale. But she found that he gradually became reticent, sullen for a long time, and always sat alone on the couch after work without saying a word.

She noticed this change in him, and she thought to herself that it must be too much pressure in life, which caused him to feel a little heavy in his heart. In order to give him an unexpected surprise, on the day of his birthday, she bought a cake and a bouquet of flowers, ready to give him a romantic birthday to relieve his tense nerves.

When he dragged his heavy body home, she crept out of the side, deliberately pretending to be happy.

"Happy birthday, husband, this is the flower I gave you!" she pulled the flower from behind her.

He pushed her away and said angrily, "Can you make me easy for a while? Who is rare with your flowers?"

She stared blankly at him in front of her, he seemed to have changed, she became difficult for her to accept. Why is a good idea rewarded in this way?

"You bastard! I was kind enough to give you a birthday, but you're like this!" she scolded angrily.

He picked up an ashtray from the coffee table and smashed it directly on her head. She was stunned, not because of how much it hurt, but because she didn't expect him to make such a vicious move.

She cried sadly, is this still the same person she used to be? No, absolutely not. He went crazy and tore her hair and slapped her in the face several times in a row.

"Let you cry, let you cry!" he was like a madman, venting all his frustration and anger.

The rhythm of their lives was suddenly disrupted, and with the first unhappiness, there was rarely laughter in that home. What brought them was silence, venting after being unhappy, she was repeatedly beaten by him violently, and in his eyes she had become a tool for venting. Whatever he picks up, he throws at her head. She began to fear the man next to her, and if she continued to live like this, her life would be lost sooner or later in his wrath.

She said to him sadly, "Let's get a divorce!"

When he heard this disgusting remark, he picked up another stool and threw it directly at her, blood pouring out of her mouth again. She was still crying helplessly, not knowing how to get rid of it!

"What the hell do you want to do, and why are you the way you are?" she asked.

He sneered and said, "It's not that I've changed! It's you who have changed! You make me feel disgusted! I don't like you!"

This life could not go on any longer, and she sued him in court for a divorce. Under the court's verdict, she finally left the place that made her terrible.

The day she went to pack her luggage, he sat on the couch without saying a word, just smoking cigarette after cigarette. Before she left, she said to him, "Okay, grow old together, that's the end of today." I hope you will repent and return to your former self!"

He stood up suddenly, walked quickly up to her, and wrapped his arms around her.

"Are you really going to leave me? there's no turning back?" he cried.

Her heart is already broken, and it can't be reversed with a word.

She pushed his arms away and left him!

In the hazy eyes of tears, she seemed to see the handsome boy again, he was so sunny and moved her.

She never stopped talking to me, and I could feel that she had a love-hate relationship with him.

"Didn't you do your duty, why didn't you save him?" I asked.

She told me, "He just wants me to die, why should I save him?

"Then bless him!" I said.

"Okay, I'm still single, he's about to be a father!