If there is anything whistling in his ears, it must be the sound of the wind, the wind is blowing so hard that he can't open his eyes, and when he opens it, it is full of sand, and it hits him head-on, rushes into his eyes, and the eyes covered in sand can't be rubbed or touched, and every blink is full of astringent tears.

He began to hate her, hated her for being so stubborn, hated her for being so stubborn, hated her for refusing to put these things in front of him earlier, so that he could know her suffering earlier.

What does it mean to empathize?

He didn't understand it before, and he couldn't even understand it.

He just knew that she had taken care of him for three years, and at first he was reluctant to admit it, but later accepted, and later told her that Xiexie was taking care of her, and knew her hard work.

He thought that the hard work was only the patience and tedium required to take care of a vegetative person, and he thought that the hard work was only to suffer the cynicism and evil words of the people in the house.

He couldn't understand the feeling of patience and boredom before, and even knew that cynicism and bad words were derogatory terms, that were unpleasant words, that were reasonable or forceful arguments in a quarrel, and that might cause harm to the victims.

He didn't even know what that hurt would feel like, it should be uncomfortable, or embarrassing, or heartache.

He knew what she had suffered, and he had felt sorry for her, and that distress was due to the pity after falling in love, the instinctive pity.

But at this moment, he looked at these words, faintly, without a gorgeous and abnormal rhetoric, without a deliberately rendered atmosphere, simply writing the date, weather, and events.

Like a diary when I was a kid.

But these words have to knock on the door of my heart one by one, read one, and hurt one.

He suddenly closed the notebook and exhaled heavily, his eyes looking at the closet opposite, blurred, blurred.

The dark closet was gone, replaced by a bedroom on the second floor, and he saw a woman, wearing a milk-white T-shirt and jeans, her hair tied up at the back of her head, standing on the edge of the bed, rolling up her sleeves, bending over, bending her hand into the body of the man sleeping on the bed, and then frowning and gritting her teeth to pick up the man.

But her hand slipped suddenly, and the man fell on the bed softly, she stood on the side of the bed, frightened and overwhelmed to look left and right, for fear of being discovered, ran out of the door in a panic and locked the door, she ran all the way to the hospital, and quietly pulled the doctor to Wutong Garden.

When the doctor examined the man, she carefully wrung her fingers and stood aside, her snow-white teeth biting her lip tightly, biting out bloodshots, until the doctor said that it was okay, she exhaled a breath.

When the doctor packed up her tools, she told her not to worry, and she would not tell the eldest lady, and she finally showed a little coquettish smile, a grateful smile.

At that time, she was only 22 years old, she was not strong enough, she would shed tears when she encountered something, she didn't dare to straighten her back at any time, she didn't dare to be indifferent to people, and in this house, she was submissive at any time.

When he saw that there was no one in the room, she sat on the edge of the bed, took the man's hand, and said over and over again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." ”

He saw the sun rise and the moon set, the woman rolled up her sleeves and pushed the very heavy solid wood desk in the study over and over again, the table was very old, although it was not big, only one meter three long and eighty centimeters wide, but it was very heavy because of the cabinet.

She pushed the table, sweating profusely.

Then she stood in front of the table, exhaled, clasped her hands on both sides of the table, and shouted, "Get up! The table finally left the ground, but suddenly "boom" and suddenly stood firmly on the ground again.

On the fifth day, she can carry the table and walk two or three steps.

On the sixth day, she was able to carry the table and walk a meter.

He saw that her arms were all crumbling tendons, and the sweat fell on the table one by one, and there was no way to wipe the sweat on her face, until the sweat rolled into her eyes, and she finally closed her eyes in pain, and the table was on the ground again.

When the sweat in her eyes was dry, she continued to move the table, and as she moved the table out of the bedroom, her back was slammed against the door lock, but she didn't stop halfway.

Late at night, she was finally tired, she walked into the bathroom but didn't take a shower, wiped it with a towel but didn't dare to take a shower, her naked body turned her back to the mirror, and then looked at the back in the mirror, careful not to let the towel get on her wounds.

In a month and three days, she was finally able to fasten the edge of the solid wood table and move the table back and forth three times.

She excitedly walked into the bathroom, began to put hot water, put her hand in the bathtub, tried the water temperature, and went through the information to see how many degrees of water temperature is most suitable for vegetative people, and then threw the water thermometer into the bathtub, adjusting the water temperature over and over again.

This time she changed into a clean suspender belt and sports shorts and walked to the bed, bent down to take off the man's clothes on the bed, picked him up easily, steadily, walked into the bathroom, carefully put it into the bathtub, she also sat in, hugged him from behind the man, slowly bathed him, and asked him while washing, "Jincheng, do you think it's so comfortable to take a bath?" ”

The man's head was tilted back slightly, the back of his head was on top of her forehead, his eyes closed, and he was so quiet that he didn't say a word.

She was right behind him, weeping silently.

This is empathy, every worry, fear, inferiority, and pain she has experienced are engraved on his body.

"January 8, 2010, tomorrow to cut Jincheng's hair, I don't know weishenme, last month was the 9th, this month also wants to be set on the 9th, I think, in the future, the 9th to cut his hair, forever, really auspicious.

I've bought a lot of wigs to cut this month, and tomorrow I'm sure I'll be able to give him a very handsome haircut, as handsome as I did when I first saw him.

I bathed him yesterday, and at night, when I lay next to him, I seemed to feel that he was in a much better mood.

From next week, I will take him downstairs early in the morning to bask in the shade of the flowers and shadows that pass through the cracks in the trees in the morning, and the doctor said that basking in the sun will supplement calcium. ”

"On January 9, 2010, I cut Jincheng's hair today, I took a stool and sat on the edge of the bed, and laid him horizontally in the middle of the bed, the position of his head could be just over my legs, and I still put my hair up.

Tonight, I bathed him again and I thought he was very happy.

When I closed my eyes, I seemed to hear his laughter, but the laughter was so vague, what his real laughter was, I didn't hear it, I only remember his cold and arrogant look, and his cold and contemptuous attitude, so proud that he couldn't stop it.

But if he laughs when he is happy, he must be charming.

When he wakes up, I must hold him and smile at me.

Well, definitely.

I know he's going to get better.

I will take good care of him and make him well. ”

February 14, 2010

This is my first Valentine's Day since I got married, and it is different from previous Valentine's Day, I used to be single, and now I am a married woman.

My husband has a prominent family background, is a very handsome man, not only has a beautiful temperament, but also a tall height, I know from the mouth of the people of Wutong Garden, my husband is an excellent man, he is no longer paid to the Pei family account when he was sixteen years old, I also know that Jincheng Holdings is very large, it is my husband's hard work, I think I must run it well, otherwise how to be Pei Jincheng's wife?

Every Valentine's Day in the past, I would receive a lot of gifts, whether it was flowers or luxuries, some of them were quite thoughtful, some were expensive, maybe too much, so I didn't know how to cherish them.

Qiyang invited me to dinner today, I refused, today is Valentine's Day, how can I spend time with Fa Xiao? I should go home and spend time with my husband, otherwise a beautiful wife like me will be jealous if she actually celebrates Valentine's Day with someone else.

I know that Valentine's Day flowers are very expensive, but I am not afraid, I am a wealthy young grandmother, I have a lot of money, and I can buy satisfactory flowers at any time.

Still, I skipped work in the morning and went to the florist and paid in advance to order a bouquet of roses.

How can you do Valentine's Day without chocolate? Even if I don't like it, I want to have it, so I went to the supermarket and bought chocolate.

When I got off work, I got out of the car with a large bouquet of flaming roses, and the people in the family saw it, all of them were surprised, I didn't care very much, it was their business if they wanted to be crooked, I couldn't influence their thoughts, and I didn't need to explain.

My grandfather touched me, and he teased me, "It seems that I received a lot of gifts today." ”

I was in such a good mood that I shrugged my shoulders at him, "Today's Valentine's Day, I bought it to give Jincheng." ”

In the evening, I lit candles in my room.

The candles are so beautiful, they were bought in a flower shop, and I had never found that the merchants were so clever before, they could make the candles into pink peach hearts, embedded in the glass, and the flame in the middle was beating softly, like a throbbing heart.

I placed the pink peach heart candle at the head of Jin Cheng's bed and had a candlelit dinner with him.

The chocolate in my mouth melted, it was sweet and slippery, Jin Cheng's lips grew very well, in fact, there was no place for him to look bad, so I thought, how can there be no kiss on such a romantic Valentine's Day?

I licked the chocolate from the tip of my tongue to my lips, leaned down and kissed him, letting his lips taste of chocolate.

On February 14, 2010, for the first time in my life, I kissed a man sincerely, actively, and formally, and that man was my husband - Pei Jincheng, the man I liked at first sight, and my lifelong partner. ”

At the end of the second update, I recommend a copy of my daughter-in-law Sanchuan's article "The President Marries Strongly, Provokes Love to Get Married", 99 is the acting bar master there, go shopping, read a text, collect a collection, leave a word, give a reward, and you can do it. Many relatives say that it is crocodile tears, it's not easy, let me kiss you cute little crocodiles. Of course, the monthly ticket still has to vote for 99, which is a long-term and arduous task, and you can't relax your spirits.