Today is the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, a new year and a new atmosphere. I got up at eight o'clock in the morning, cleaned up the room, sorted out the clothes, helped my mother-in-law, prepared reunion meals, fed the baby, played with the eldest brother's children, and worked tiring all day.

At eight o'clock in the evening, after eating dumplings, the eldest brother returned home with two children. I was watching the Spring Festival Gala with Mr. Liu, and my milk was soft and well-behaved, and my cute baby suddenly cried non-stop, and he didn't eat milk well, and I was somehow a little overwhelmed.

After careful examination, the baby's eyes were a little red and swollen, and the corners of the eyes were eczema and red. Therefore, Mr. Liu began to blame me constantly, I didn't pay attention to my diet during this time, and I had to eat fried shrimp tails with chili peppers at noon, which caused the baby to get angry and his eyes were red and swollen......

When I think of lunch, my stomach is on fire. Mr. Liu also kept chattering, "You want to feed the baby, this is too spicy to eat, which is too sweet to eat is not good for the baby, this has additives and you can't drink it...... A cheap daddy, if it weren't for the family having a reunion dinner, I would really want to punch and kick him a few times.

In fact, I just ate five shrimp tails and drank a few glasses of apple cider vinegar. The baby was not feeling well, and I was even more worried as a first-time mother. But at that moment, the wildfire in my heart was blazing, and I raised my voice impatiently and shouted, "New Year's Day, you are interesting or not, keep saying, no, you come to feed!" ”

I have always been gentle, and Mr. Liu activated the mode of wanting to fight, and Mr. Liu was also angry, he raised his voice and said: "In the future, the baby will be uncomfortable, don't talk to me!" Putting down the baby in his arms and walking out of the room, a smokeless war sounded again.

When I put the baby to sleep, the bell of the Spring Festival Gala and New Year's has already sounded, and there is a crackling sound of firecrackers outside the window. Through the window, I saw colorful fireworks like chrysanthemums, peonies, and roses lighting up the dark sky, and I knew that it was Mr. Liu's arrival in the New Year, which was lit for my soft, well-behaved and lovely baby with a milky fragrance.

I lay in bed exhausted, regretful and uncontrollable, and I fell into a dream at some point.

This is the second time I've had a quadruple dream this month, but this dream consciousness is more alert, a little bit against logic or a slight omission in common sense, and the consciousness is naturally awake and useless to wake up.

In my dreams, I was still exhausted. Lying on the desk and sleeping, her eyelids lazily raised, a female teacher stood on the podium, pointing to the blackboard, chirping, I don't know what to do.

Then, I continued to sleep on the table by the window, and my table mates kept chattering in my ear, "The teacher is here, the teacher is here, ...... is here."

I'm too tired to take care of it. I changed my seat, lay down in the second row of seats in the middle, and continued to sleep, looking up at the blackboard from time to time, still not knowing what to do.

How can I change my seat casually in class? Then I woke up from the dream.

Even though I was aware that I was dreaming, I couldn't interrupt the dream or control it. Because I was still in a dream, I didn't wake up.

It seemed that after class, I went back to the hotel I booked. This hotel was the hotel I stayed in when I first joined a general bureau for half a month of business study and training. Although I am studying and training, I need to breastfeed my baby who is not yet three months old, and I hold the baby, and the baby looks at me and smiles.

When I looked back at the baby, the baby's face was also deformed, and the mouth became so small and small, smaller than the mouth of a hummingbird. I've tried several times and still can't get it in.

The baby's tearful eyes and distorted mouth made me very scared and guilty in my heart, and I woke up from a dream.

I woke up to the fact that I was dreaming, the fear and guilt were gone, and the baby was gone.

But before I had time to think about it, my dream table companion came to the hotel to find me, and I locked the door behind me. He tried to brute force the door open, screaming outside and banging on the door.

The door opened, but the chain was still locked, and I saw him through the crack in the door and thought to myself, what an ugly look.

In real life, the extroverted and playful Mr. Liu often hangs out with friends, drinks and goes home at night, and he never gets tired of it. While I also like to be alone, I'm a little disgusted by his busy, no-brainer, reckless nightlife. We often quarrel about this, sometimes we call and say that we will be back immediately, and two hours have passed, and we have not seen each other, and we will call again and come back immediately, and an hour has passed......

His perfunctory, lying behavior really easily activated my violent beating mode. Then I locked the door of the house in a fit of excitement and didn't let him go home, and this happened three times in total, once in the summer, when he spent the night in the car; One winter, he went to live in a hotel; Again, he was in a hurry and threatened that if I didn't open the door again, he would smash the door.

He was really angry that time, the way he was angry, it was really ugly. Seeing him standing at the door aggrieved and angry, I turned on the hugging mode again. I also felt in my heart that my behavior was wrong, and he couldn't go back to his home, and my mother educated me again, and then I started to lock the bedroom door.

Last night, after arguing with him a few words, I locked the bedroom door so that I would not be angry, and on the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, I wanted to punch and kick him several times.

In the dream, I didn't open the door because I knew I was dreaming. I even told myself in my dreams, come on a handsome guy, and I'll open the door. However, I was awake in this dream for too long, and I didn't wait for the handsome guy to come, and I woke up from the dream......

Then, I walked out of my hotel room and saw one of my college classmates on the stairs from a distance. She is white and translucent, petite, and wears jewelry, fashionable and beautiful. This is in stark contrast to me who is confinement at home, unkempt every day, plain face, and fat like a swimming ring in my belly, which arouses the envy and jealousy in my heart.

Yes, I aspire to be like her.

When she came down the stairs from the opposite side with her head held high, her high heels accidentally twisted her foot, just as another sunny and handsome male classmate from my university passed by and helped her up.

I can't remember where I've seen such a beautiful picture. But I remembered that I had seen this male classmate's circle of friends, posting beautiful wedding photos with the corners of his mouth.

He got married not long ago and woke up from a sweet dream.

On the first day of the new year, I woke up, looked at the soft and lovely baby girl, remembered the dream I had, and was stunned, deep down I wanted a handsome guy.

My New Year's dream, I want to have a big handsome guy. Not only is he handsome, he speaks handsomely, and he does things, but I still think he is the most handsome when I dream.

What an ironic dream, and I had a very funny dream.

At eight o'clock, I was sober. Outside the window, there was a "crackling, crackling" firecracker sounded again......