Natsu, do you know? Mom and Dad had more than half a year before they separated, and it was a spy war story that was even more exciting than the TV series. During this time, my mother had a lot of gray hair, shed a lot of tears, suffered a lot, felt uncomfortable, and couldn't eat or sleep.

Even now, when recalling some spy war scenes, my mother will completely sink her emotions into it, sometimes angry, sometimes sad, sometimes bitter and sad.

However, after thousands of sails, I have to say that my mother has a trace of gratitude in her heart, and these wonderful stories have pushed my mother into a new era of life. Mom didn't stay where she was, just like she did a few years ago, going back and forth lonely around her little home without you. Mom has entered a new chapter. New, always more interesting.

During this time, my mother has grown a lot and has become a more mature and sensible woman like she is now. Not only that, but my mother also has a weak but real sense of control over her life. Now my mother is walking on the road, and there are signs of confidence from the heart, as if she is gently brushed by the oxtail grass, and she is shaking a little spirit everywhere.

Whether or not it is exactly the case, Mom thinks that her current state of mind is better than in the past.

You see, even if you go through a war, in the end it is just an experience, no matter how tragic it is, no matter how defeated, as long as you can not be defeated, it is just a passing cloud to hone yourself. In the end, they will even laugh and say: This is better than being bland.

With all that said, are you ready to listen to spy stories? So let's get started!

Replaying the past, Mom guessed that Dad and Mom were likely to have been in a spy war for many years, but Mom was not a qualified opponent. It's a bit like the shopkeeper or sesame junior official in a martial arts novel, who is not in the eyes of a master at all, and can't step into the martial arts with half a foot.

To put it bluntly, Dad's spy tactics came to Mom, and they were all resolved by Mom's civilian atmosphere, so that Dad's skills were useless. Mom didn't realize it until now, and she couldn't laugh or cry.

In fact, my mother's awakening to spy warfare started with a recording.

At that time, it was about half a year before my mother and father separated, and my mother was very indignant because my father liked a female colleague from the same company. The root cause is actually damaged self-esteem, which is unacceptable for a while.

Mom herself is a complex person, or rather, everyone is a complex person, and Mom is no exception. Why do you say that you are complicated, because my mother has a very strong and proud shell, but her heart is eager to be affirmed. Many times, it is under the appearance of self-confidence, dragging an inferior and fragile heart. It is likely that Natsu is like this too, and Mom believes that there are many other women, even men. What a gentle combination, that's what mom looks like, and it's what many people look like, so there's nothing wrong with that.

After that happened, my mother seemed to have been stripped of her hard shell, leaving only a soft and inferior heart. Without the protection of self-esteem and pride, my mother's heart was struck all at once.

After many, many arguments, many, many crying, that night, my mother was exhausted and lay in bed crying. Tears literally soaked the entire pillow like water bursting without a valve.

At that time, my mother was suddenly scared, afraid that her life would all flow through her fingers. How can this short-lived joy be compared to a home with you, me and him? Mom asked herself what her anger, self-pity, pain, and disgust were for. Is it good to compromise and return to the warmth of your home.

In the previous argument and crying, my mother once said to my father, in fact, all I need is a hug from you. Dad told Mom that no one would hug a roaring beast.

Xiao Xia, when my mother talks about this, tears still come to her eyes when she talks about the historical events that have passed so long. But Mom doesn't want you to pity Mom, and Mom doesn't want you to look at Dad in a different light. In this story that is far away from you, Mom wants you to see that Mom's anger does not bring reconciliation between the two people. As for Dad, Mom wants to say that when a person no longer loves you, even if you are as sad and resentful as possible, they will not win you a hug. Although my mother didn't try it, it is conceivable that at the other extreme, in an environment without love, humility and flattery should be equally ineffective.

So on that day, the day my mother was afraid, my mother lay in bed exhausted, longing for my father's sympathy, and my mother thought that she would no longer be a roaring beast, and my mother chose to compromise.

Every faint sound of footsteps, every time the door was opened and closed, Mom fantasized that Dad would appear, and Dad would come and hug Mom, saying that he still loved Mom. That longing lasted for many days, and for many nights staring at the ceiling. But Mom never had the gentle dad she wanted.

Mom is now crying and reminiscing, while wryly laughing at her original delusion. Because even at the beginning of the warmth, the gentle appearance of the father that the mother longed for at that time was very rare. What's more, when the father begins to regard the mother as a responsibility, or even an object of income, and meets another person who is interested.

But that day was different. That night, Dad really showed up. He also lay on the bed, turned around, hugged his mother, and said with a wry smile, let's start again, I may still have love for you.

That is after Dad has said countless times that he has no love for his mother, and it is also a relaxation after explaining to Mom countless times that there is only family affection between husband and wife, and suddenly, relieved, and treating the mother who is out of control.

Although it sounded so helpless, so reluctant, and so full of charity, my mother at that time still seemed to grasp the life-saving straw, and her life was hanging by a thread to ponder the trace of love. Mom's complex personality has reappeared. On the one hand, he was glad that he was given a love amnesty by his father, and on the other hand, he stood up proudly, unable to accept this dragonfly's explanation.

So my mother wanted to add a literary embellishment to her hysteria during this period of time to find an excuse for herself.

At that time, my mother hugged my father and told my father a story from a book she had read in tears. It is a cheating story in which a rich and beautiful heroine takes a series of revenge for her husband cheating on a young girl and swallowing her assets. She faked her death to blame her husband, and killed a man while in hiding. When she returned to her husband, his husband said that he no longer loved her and did not accept her. So the heroine said to him, have you ever thought that only I am so special, only my extraordinaryness makes you have these energies, and I even kill people for you. When one day, you leave me, no matter who you meet, you will feel their boredom and mediocrity.

When Mom told this story, what she wanted to say to Dad was, in fact, I gave everything for you, I hope you are good, I hope you get what you want, I hope everything is centered on you. I am willing to give you myself, give you my money, and give you my purpose in life. But now that you like someone else, you get disgusted when you see me, not to mention the ugliness of my temper tantrum because of all this, then you are even more disgusted when you see it. But have you ever thought that all this is sincere, have you ever thought that I am a special person. If you stay away from me for a long time, and you meet someone else, will you think of my affection and specialness, will you think of my jealousy and affection because of you? Maybe it's something you hate, but it's also a special kind of care.

When Mom finished telling the story, she said to Dad, "You know what? I think I have a bit of synesthesia with the heroine, and I can do a lot of outrageous things for you. Just like the heroine said, I can kill for you, how many women in this world can let you have such an experience.

Satisfied, satisfied. Mom naively thought that she used such a story to perfectly explain the bowl that was broken the day before because she was angry. I can't control myself, but this behavior is also a kind of caring, isn't it?

That night, my mother foreknew a little comfort from my father's belated arrival, and my mother also knew another thing very unknowingly.

When Mom finished telling the story and mentioned the line that I will kill for you, Mom didn't know where the inspiration came from, it was completely for no reason, no clue, Mom turned the phone that Dad had placed next to Mom's pillow from the back.

Dad is recording his phone call.

In an instant, Dad's sudden gentleness and Mom's untimely confession came to an abrupt end. Mom and Dad are like hedgehogs and suddenly let go of the hug, and suddenly their body temperature drops. In the book, it is written that the atmosphere has dropped to a freezing point, and it turns out that it is real. An awkward sneer rose from the battlefield on both sides. Even the father of the fine talk technique can't round the field.

For a long time afterward, my mother's unconventional confessions proved that she was a woman who was physically threatening her husband.

That was also my mother's first awareness of spy warfare. However, this did not help my mother avoid the second bloody spy war.

Xiao Xia, please treat this story as a life sketch. Mom and Dad's battle is just because our love consumption rate is different, but when one party runs out of bullets, the other person has to drag him to the battlefield with his disarmed, so it will naturally lose both. In fact, there is no right or wrong in love and life, everything is our experience, there are highs and lows, ups and downs. Mom may not do it right, and Dad may not do it wrong. Mom just wants to share her own life experiences so that you can experience as much as possible as a bystander.

And about love, we can talk about it slowly, and my mother will tell you a few spy stories to arm you.