The ex-wife is not flawless, Dongfang Yu never forgets it, and it is completely in the eyes of his lover. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 When I look back, she is not only imperfect, but also has a lot of vices, such as being arrogant, selfish, long-looking, lazy to eat, and even, recalling that her weird bed cry is also the source of the reluctance of the neighbors, so to speak, stained. But Dongfang Yu just can't forget it, that feeling has a unique psychological experience, even heartbreaking, whenever I think of it, there are bursts of hidden pain, and I almost can't face it calmly. Perhaps, just as a newborn child regards the first sight of the world as his closest relative, his ex-wife is his first woman. He also reflected on himself, what is there to be nostalgic for this kind of woman, a lot of shortcomings, it is someone else's pillow person, the things under him, and a bunch of stinky shit, but it can't be erased as if it was branded. Thinking of being so familiar, so delicate carcass clinging to other people's arms, being ravaged in bed by other men, the liver was burning, and the heart was bleeding, so that when his ex-wife unexpectedly appeared in front of him that day, he stared at her specific parts in a daze. He instinctively wanted to see what had happened there, but the years seemed to have stopped in her, still radiant, still crystal clear, and reluctant. However, he was soberly aware that such a coquettish and wild person as she was unwilling to be lonely and rushed to this thing, how could she be as good as jade, and for whom, for such a woman, guarding is a loss, that is, there is no value embodiment, it is a failure, and it is not going to enjoy the good life of life. Her active body and mind, embracing other men's bodies and caring for other men's hearts. Not only is it changing, it's changing a lot, the earth is still the same, the tunnel is still the same, and it's no longer his body that carries it. In that land, it is someone else's footsteps that are trampled, and it is someone else's train that crosses the tunnel, yin and yang are intertwined, and the two are one, soaked with other people's saliva, sweat, ** and breath.

The indifference and ruthlessness of his ex-wife prompted him to have a new understanding of life, in this world, except for himself, there is nothing that really belongs to himself, everything is unreliable and empty. Even if it is itself, there are many uncertainties, and many failures are not because of others, but because of oneself. Thinking of this, he couldn't locate himself, and he didn't know why he came to this world. I came involuntarily, and I went involuntarily, it was such a process, and even such a process was involuntary, why did I come, and why did I go, it was really to suffer, to suffer, to accept the punishment of my ex-wife, and to repay the debts I owed in my previous life. But he doesn't know how he lived in his previous life, and does he have the next life? In this world, you can't be simple, single, noble, noble, others are like this, you are not the same, there is no need to fall into the quagmire of judging the right and wrong of your ex-wife. Doesn't he also have different psychological experiences and different body movements in different women, the same as Shihui, and the same as Qiao Li, and he is still about to move, as well as the ** and impulse to carry out the revolution to the end, how to measure this, and why care about the gains and losses of others.

When he was in love with Shihui, he mostly regarded Shihui as a carrier to vent his **, to vent his resentment and disappointment with his ex-wife, and to be a mixture of destruction, abuse and abandonment of ideas. He was fair to Shihui, but Shihui just patted his stirring and reckless buttocks in the process of moving forward desperately, reminding him to lighten and take it easy, saying that she was a little unbearable, and did not blame him at all; When he was with Qiao Li, he mostly imagined her as his ex-wife. Because Qiao Li's body movements and expressions are closer to his ex-wife, he is easy to confuse the real with the fake. "The clouds and temples are swaying, and the hibiscus tent is warm for the Spring Festival." No matter how fierce his movements and how rough his words were, they would rise and fall in her experienced ship and gradually dissolve with her wandering and pampered voyage. He was also able to do things with great gentleness and thoughtfulness, with softness in the middle, and firmness in the softness, enjoying the wonderful feeling in the midst of roaring and hysteria. Alas, people's hearts are unpredictable, and if they are placed at the top of human ethics, they will talk about it; In the abyss of **, forget its roots, how to be righteous and ethical.

He suddenly realized that he was vague about Shihui, and even completely ignorant of it. thought she was just a beautiful girl, at best, she could gallop and soar in the literary world, and she didn't pull her into the social field at all. He is determined to dredge and contact in a wide range of social fields through his own efforts, and expand his career prospects. It is said that this is unwanted, and it can really be described as "looking for him thousands of times, and suddenly looking back, that person is in the dim light." However, he couldn't be happy, he was more concerned about why she was hiding it, and he was more worried about what her relationship with Dacheng was, why Dacheng was willing to help her with this, why he didn't inform him in advance, he even thought of Chen Chun, he knew that she had further contact with Chen Chun, in addition to staying in Chen Chun's office and waiting for him when she looked for him that time, there was also contact, and communication, but she didn't mention it at all, he even imagined that Shihui had done something behind his back, and these two men were secretly laughing at him, in a word, Shihui upset him and made him worried.

If it involves the adjustment of his position, why not dial it a little, it is so airtight that it will inevitably make people think crankily. Now, he is like a walking corpse, completely dominated by others, that feeling is really weird, he can't enter, he is unwilling to retreat, he is in a dilemma, who can't let himself give up such a pursuit, alas, people are under the roof and have to bow their heads. Now, it is even more difficult, I have been hosting for many months, and I am still presiding, and the hanging ones have never landed, how difficult it is to be a person. When he asked Chen Chun, he was silent, and when he asked Shihui, she said that it should be soon, and she expressed the same meaning, that is, she couldn't be sure. He finally couldn't hold his breath anymore, and said to Shihui, another day, let's ask Dacheng to help, and let him help urge him again. Unexpectedly, Shihui said disapprerovingly, why do you need to invite him, what I said, he still dares to mix with water! After Dongfang Yu heard it, he was even more foggy. He thought to himself, what kind of relationship are these two people, and he said such things. What kind of relationship, no matter what, can it surpass the relationship between the two of them? However, listening to her tone, he didn't know who he was. In the end, under Dongfang Yu's repeated insistence, Shihui was stubborn and agreed.

Seeing Dacheng, Dongfang Yu seemed a little groveling, and he was psychologically empty. He is both reluctant and compelling, and he also understands that in this world, it is impossible to go well, only to endure small humiliations and receive great benefits. In comparison, Dacheng is much more open. Seeing Dongfang Yu respectfully calling the teacher, pouring tea and handing cigarettes, and saying polite words such as you should have visited the teacher a long time ago, at first glance, he was an old oilman in society. Shi Huiwen was quiet, impartial, and calm, and when everything was in place, she only said one word to Dacheng, saying, don't go around the bend, I didn't look for you for anything else, just what happened to him. As he spoke, he gestured towards Dongfang Yu with his hand. Without waiting for Dacheng to speak, Dongfang Yu turned to pretend to be polite. He said, eh, don't worry, you have to let Director Dacheng drink a glass of wine and eat a bite of food, and then it's not too late. Dacheng was noncommittal, just drinking and eating. When everything was settled, he said unhurriedly that he would come