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At such times, Li Yueqing always enjoys the process of taking the bus to work alone. I came out of my house with the heat, walked all the way to the bus stop, stamped my feet cold, shrunk my neck into a thick plush scarf, and waited for the bus. That feeling gave her an indescribable sense of excitement.

I don't know when the bus will come back, so she tries to get up early.

Life is like a clear lake, most of the time it is uneventful, and it is not as tortuous and thrilling as we imagined. Even the love in this kind of day is pink, warm and harmonious.

After pulling Lu Xiaobei out of the starlight world that time, Li Yueqing asked her several times what happened. She was always silent. But Li Yueqing can see that since she got married, she has not been as happy as she imagined. People say that marriage is the grave of love, is it true that this is true?

Li Yueqing had never been to Lu Xiaobei's new home, only knew that the place was in a suburb that deviated from the downtown area. Today was Sunday, and she got out while the family was still sleeping, wanting to meet her old friend, whom she hadn't seen for many years.

After nearly half an hour of driving, I finally arrived at my destination.

Li Yueqing looked up at the towering residential building, and felt a chill in her heart. I heard that if you live above 20 floors, you can feel that the building is shaking slightly if you happen to encounter a special wind.

Fortunately, Lu Xiaobei's home is on the eighteenth floor, and the sky is clear today, so there will be no wind.

The light inside the building was not very sufficient, and she squinted for a long time before finding the exact location.

"Ding-dong......"

After a while, Lu Xiaobei opened the door unkempt and welcomed Li Yueqing in.

The house was more like a chicken coop than her head.

Li Yueqing moved the magazines spread out on the sofa to the coffee table before sitting down.

"Xiaobei, Zhou Qinglang is not at home?"

"No—in ...... Purr ......" Lu Xiaobei said as he brushed his teeth.

Li Yueqing agreed, and began to help her clean up the room.

The last thing she could see was that her home was in such a mess. Sometimes, a slight cleanliness habit is still good for life, which is called fighting poison with poison.

Lu Xiaobei came out of the bathroom, "Yueqing, you sit, I have something to say to you, sit down!" I didn't ask my mother to clean up for me. ”

She sat down with her.

Lu Xiaobei let out a long sigh, and then said, "Yueqing, don't get married!" ”

Li Yueqing smiled slightly, "What about you, why did it happen to me?" Tell me, did you quarrel with your husband that day? Still thinking about running away alone to get drunk. If I can't find you, I don't know what will happen, but don't do this in the future! ”

"It's not that he's mad at me. Yueqing, you don't know, since the two of us got married, he won't come back until twelve o'clock every night, either overtime, fall asleep after coming back, or go out to socialize, smell of alcohol, come back and vomit, I have to take care of him all night. You know, I have to work too, but he prefers me to be a housewife at home. My temper, how could he possibly let him. ”

As she spoke, her expression became more and more ugly.