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The witch has a good amount of alcohol, and we have learned from the beginning of our acquaintance that you can drink a lot of liquor, and she has shown it to me after we got married.

Two transparent and clean glasses, full of liquor, and full of depression.

The witch took off her coat, casually put it on the back of a chair next to her, and sat down opposite.

"Come on, let's have a drink!" The witch's expression was relaxed and smiling.

I don't know why the witch did this, maybe it means something special to her.

"What's wrong? Don't drink? Afraid that I will poison you with poison? "The witch's glass is right in front of my face." Yes, I put arsenic! The witch's expression did not change, and she still smiled.

"I don't know what you mean!" I lay back in my chair and looked at her puzzled.

"I don't mean anything, I just want to have a good meal with you."

Anyway, I feel awkward to face such a witch. I think it's normal for her to be noisy, but now.

"Haven't you eaten before? Don't you eat together every day? "Basically, I already understood what Lin Xi meant, but I couldn't help but say it myself.

"You should know what I mean!" The witch put the glass back on the table and twirled it gently with a few fingers. "Actually, what I want most is to come to a Western restaurant to have this meal with you, but I changed my mind and still make it myself, as for why you should know?"

"The Last Supper?" Although he had already guessed the reason, he still couldn't help but let himself say it.

"The Last Supper!" The witch's repetition was gentle, but the certainty in it was heavy.

I picked up my glass, it was full, and I touched it with the witch, what does that mean?

Do I agree?

I don't think so, exactly, but I think it should be done, even if it's the right time.

"Thank you." She took a big sip.

The witch paused and continued: "I used to tell those little girls in the company that if you want a divorce, I will let you walk out of this house with your bare ass, but now it seems unrealistic. ”

I didn't make a noise because I didn't know what to say.

"It's really funny, I didn't expect that I would catch up with others when I watched other people's divorces on TV every day!" Accompanying the witch's emotion was her wry smile.

I still don't know what to say.

"But I don't blame you or me, at least you still have me in your heart. Right? You told me about taking me to Japan to see the cherry blossoms, but this wish may not come true. "Seeing that I don't speak, the witch seems to be guiding me.

"You." What I'm trying to say is you've thought about it? But it didn't say it. "How do you think you want to speak Cantonese?" I simply changed the subject.

"Huh? How good is the vernacular, doesn't she speak the vernacular? You've said hello, you like her to speak in the vernacular. The witch lifted her eyes, but still looked at me with a smile.

"Not used to it!" I rolled my eyelids.

"Later." I guess you'll get used to it after the witch wants to say it. "It doesn't matter to you what you're not used to doing an internship. Anyway, she is the woman who will talk to you in the future. ”

"Why are you so confident that I will divorce you?" I looked up again and looked at her suspiciously.

"Aren't you just looking forward to a divorce? Am I wrong? What a great opportunity is now? How many men can't find the opportunity to hit you on the head! You don't thank me? With the witch's sarcastic words, she picked up the wine again, and smiled very fakely.

I don't want to drink.

"Don't drink it, whatever you want!" The witch's expression was very commensurate with the real emotions she revealed, and she looked indifferent. "I wanted to get along with you, but you didn't give face, forget it, I'll drink it myself."

"Drink less! You're still so much to do. This is said in the tone of a husband, because I don't want to cooperate with this witch's game, at least in my opinion.

"I don't have much to do with you in the future, but thank you for your kindness, I'm so busy I can't take care of you, I'm already very grateful if you don't blame me!" With a sneer, the witch did not put down the cup, but picked and picked around the plate with chopsticks in one hand.

"I'm very angry, but I also blame you in my heart, because I'm also very stressed, I know you're stressed, but do you know what I've endured?" I lit a cigarette and spit out the words in my heart along with the smoke.

"I'm sorry about that!" Although he said apologies, his wife's expression was indifferent.

"It's a choice to really leave, right?" I asked through gritted teeth.

The witch was silent, as if she didn't want to speak.

"Don't say? Since you don't want to say it, what did you call me for? It's all too hard to get this table! I saw her expression and was angry. That face, the face I love so much, the demeanor of dealing with the enemy, rejects people from thousands of miles away.

Or silence.

"Forget it, I won't ask, what is love. Eat it yourself, I'm leaving! After waiting for a long time, there was still no sign of answering, so I didn't want to wait any longer, so I simply stood up from the table.

"Wait!"

"Then you say!"

"Can you tell me why I don't love me as much as I used to?" The witch didn't have the questions to answer me as I thought, and she was still holding on to the role she wanted to play, a stubborn one that was desperate and resigned to her fate.

"You." In the face of the witch's neglect of a qiē, it can only make herself more angry.

"I don't tell you more, it's useless for me to say anything now, you don't have to talk about me, I don't care much about you and Saori, no matter who is right or wrong, at least I'm fulfilling you now, and I also said, I don't want anything, you can do whatever you like in the future, and you don't have to hide and hide secretly, isn't that good? What more do you want? "This is probably the shortest explanation for the witch's decision in the past few days.

I don't know if women think this way when they go through such a thing, or if they have to go through such a process or stage of thinking, or if this is what women need to do to prepare for what will happen in the future.

Anyway, when it comes to Saori for the witch, there is always something weak in my heart, after all, it is my fault first.

"It doesn't matter if you know or not, anyway, it's already like this, let's talk about it later!" I picked up my things and prepared to go.

Leaving the restaurant and running to the door, I was in a hurry for a while, and forgot to put the car key on the coffee table.

Walking down the hallway, I heard the witch's cry, and she was still sitting at the table, and the wine in her glass was gone.

Having taken the car keys, I paused, thinking to myself that I shouldn't have gone this way.

She is left alone in the family, and she has caught up with so many things, even if she deliberately concealed it to create a sad result, but I think that is also what she doesn't want, not to mention that in this case, her temper is a little extreme, I don't dare to think about it, let alone say it.

Quietly, I walked over and stood beside the witch.

The witch's cry was even louder, probably because the long-term depression and anguish were scheduled to be released at this moment, and it was as if she had finally come to the edge of patience and endurance, and all these unhappiness were melted into the heartbeat waterfall on the edge of the cliff, pouring down unstoppable.

I wanted to comfort her, but I didn't know how to speak, so I gently stroked her shoulders to let her know that I wasn't gone and was still by her side.

The witch grabbed my wrist and put it in her face. Maybe she wanted me to wipe away her tears, or maybe she wanted me to comfort her. Before I could properly understand her needs, she bit my wrist. Not to say that it was to use all its strength, it can also be said that there are not many reservations.

The bite hurts, it hurts.

From a moment of amazement to an instant of understanding, I believe that there are already deep bite marks on my wrists.

The witch bit hard, and there was no intention of letting go, tears and saliva mixed on my hands. Maybe ordinary people can't stand the pain and cry out loud.

But, I held back, even though it hurt and hurt. That was the only way she could vent on me, although never had one, and I'm sure it won't ever be again.

It's probably more relieving for her, I think.

Come to think of it, so much has happened in just one month until now, and apart from that conversation with the witch on the night we came home last month, we haven't had a decent conversation with each other.

Except for this moment, to be honest, I haven't considered anything from the witch's point of view, although I am also a member of this experience, but all the considerations and thoughts are on the things I face, but now her hard bite makes me know how bitter her heart is, how much it hurts.

If I had to face it myself, I don't know how unbearable I would be, the company's accident, the betrayal of my husband, the distance of my employees, each of these events that alone is enough to make a woman collapse, just like this, it is hard to imagine that in such a situation, she is facing my indifference and rejection.

I don't know who this is from, but I know that I am the only one she can rely on.

From the bottom of her heart, how she wished that I could face it with her, how she wished that I could give her a strong and broad chest at this time, so that she could have a place to rest after enduring the most difficult hardships and adversities in her life.

In the few minutes of her crying, under her fierce bite, she repented.

She let go of my wrist, took a drawer from the paper box on the table, and wiped her face. Then, ignoring the expressions I had prepared but had not yet spoken, I went straight out.

Perhaps, I should catch up and pick her up, and tell her that I will face it with her.

By the time I chased after her, she had already entered the bedroom and locked the door.

I tried a few times, no matter how much I said it, no matter how much I persuaded it, I didn't open the door, and there was a faint sound of turning things inside. Maybe the witch was looking for something, but I was a little overwhelmed by the doorway.

I simply returned to my seat in the restaurant, looking at my remaining half glass of wine and Lin Xi's wine glass that had been drunk, I drank the rest of the wine in one gulp.

I regret it after drinking, this wine shouldn't be drunk, whether it's the witch's imitation of the film and television works or the needs she thinks in reality, this is the last supper prepared by the witch, in short, drinking the wine seems to mean the end.

It's really like a Korean drama.

That kind of stinky and long Korean drama, probably men basically don't like to watch it, a film has to have dozens of episodes, and even hundreds of episodes, and even watched and watched, watched and watched, watched and watched again, watched and watched again, and watched and watched the names of such works, I was really convinced of the procrastination and boredom of these old ladies in Korea.

It is this kind of soap opera with a lot of foam in it that makes many women addicted, and since then they have been yearning for Korean life infinitely, so much so that when they go to the street to buy clothes, they have to pick up stores with Korean characters to visit.

Maybe what I experienced tonight developed from which Korean drama, I haven't seen it, so I don't know how the plot in the Korean drama will develop next, but I know that this is the reality of life, and if it really develops according to the plot of the Korean drama, maybe it will really become the Last Supper.

Women love romance, and even things like breakups and divorces have to come up with a movie-like plot.

I don't watch Korean dramas, so naturally I don't believe in these things, so it doesn't have much to do with alcohol, right? I persuaded myself.

In fact, what I'm afraid of is that the witch can't think of doing anything to hurt herself, especially when she bit me hard just now, my understanding is that the anger that should be out is also out, the things that should not be done can't be done, and the things that should be redeemed are still not recovered, so she is dead.

Therefore, I turned around and walked to the bedroom door again, and listened to the movement inside, if it was really quiet, I am afraid that this matter would be worse.

Fortunately, there were some sounds in it, as if they were sorting out something, and it seemed like they were changing clothes.

Anyway, as long as it's not quiet inside.

The phone rang in the living room, especially loud in the empty room.

I didn't answer, thinking that I might be able to get her out of the way, so I let the phone ring.

After a long time, the phone returned to silence.

It's not ringing.

I was a little anxious, thinking that the person who called was too impatient, and if you didn't answer once, you wouldn't continue to call? What if people didn't hear it?

I waited for a while, but it still didn't sound, and I didn't want to leave the door lightly, because then I couldn't hear the sound in the room, and I didn't feel at ease.

Simply, fight by yourself, anyway, the witch doesn't know who called.

When I took out my phone, I realized that I had turned off my phone and had forgotten to turn it on again.

After thinking about it for a while, the counter showed that there were fifty unread text messages.

Most of them are sent by 10086 to remind them, and it seems that many calls have been blocked by their own shutdowns. There are the most mothers in the family, and I only remembered at this moment that when my parents were worried, the more the phone could not be reached, the more my mother would call, and the phone call just now was not made by my parents, right? Thinking of this, I walked over to the phone and flipped through the caller ID.

It was indeed the father's mobile phone number.

I replied on my phone, of course, saying that nothing was wrong.

That night, the witch didn't open the door.

Throwing myself diagonally on the couch near the bedroom door, I fell asleep while paying attention to the sounds in the bedroom.

The next day, she woke up about early and walked around the house.

As if ignoring my save.

I went to the bathroom and washed my face, my clothes were full of wrinkles, and my hair had changed into the shape of a bird's nest.

By the time I had cleaned myself up, the witch had already brought breakfast to the table.

Obviously, she prepared breakfast for two, but she didn't have my dishes and chopsticks, she ate by herself, and she didn't have any expression, as if she was trying to ignore my storage, so she still didn't say a word.

I went back to the living room, sat on the couch and smoked, not knowing what to do next.

She finished eating and put her dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen, but she didn't clean up the breakfast on the table.

Obviously, it was for me, but she wouldn't prepare the dishes for me. I was still sitting on the couch and still smoking.

The witch poured a glass of water and stood by the ledge where she had stood yesterday.

There was silence like that, she didn't look at me, and I didn't look at her.

"Do you want to eat?" A few minutes later, she spoke.

I didn't say anything, watching her get angry.

"You hurry up and eat, and then we'll go out!" In the face of my silence, it was clear that she did not want to continue this stalemate with me, so she simply used a tone that had already been discussed and decided.

"Don't eat it!"

"If you don't eat, leave quickly!"

"Where?" I raised my eyes and pretended to be stupid with her, in fact, I was deliberately delaying, so that I could have time to persuade her.

"What are you doing at home? Go shopping. ”

Shopping is an excuse, where the hell is she taking me?

"I have to go to work today!" Since she doesn't want to express her true intentions, then I'll just follow suit.

Obviously, the witch was blocked by my deliberate words, and I saw her glaring at me fiercely in the afterglow.

Putting down the cup, she somehow took out a large envelope, the kind of brown paper, and threw it in front of me.

There are probably a lot of things in it, because it makes a very loud sound when it comes into contact with the coffee table.

"It's yours, give it back to you!" After that, the witch went back to the windowsill.

I can guess what's in it without looking. It's all the things I gave her, and to be exact, all of our meaningful gifts.

I remained silent, because I didn't want to go along with her. But sitting still doesn't seem to be a good way to communicate either.

So, I reached out and opened the envelope and poured all the contents on the coffee table.

A mobile phone, two passbooks, car keys, a few credit cards, a ring (the ruby sapphire with the names of two people engraved on it), and so on. There was a piece of stationery, a lot of things were written, and a handprint was stamped.

This handprint doesn't look like a trace of ink, but rather a bloodstain.

Could it be that she broke her finger to stamp such a stamp?

I looked at the witch and paid close attention to her fingers, there was no band-aid on them.

Think about it, too, you can't use a stamp to have less blood, it's enough to prick it with a needle, read it from beginning to end, I feel that her approach is indeed a bit funny, she asked me to stay away from here and give me money. The reason is that I upset her, she is not in the mood to work.

Without much thought, I tore the note, shredded it, and threw it into an ashtray.