The next day, there were no words, and both of them were making up for sleep at home. I woke up and bought meat, eggs, poultry and milk at the fresh supermarket at the door, and bought vegetables and fruits.

He carried so many things alone, so I grabbed them from him and told me to take a little too.

He was as stubborn as a cow, and said that it was not a woman's job. I watched his back disappear in the golden sunlight little by little, and the broad back once made me feel different from all the men in this world. It was made for me, and I can rely on it for the rest of my life.

I followed in his footsteps and remembered the day I walked behind him and talked about a palace maid named Anqian in the TV series.

Yes, at that time she was just a palace maid, and she fell in love with a palace guard, and it was snowing heavily, and the snow was a few feet deep, and he walked in front of him, and she stepped on the footprints he had stepped on. Her feet sank deep into the sockets of his feet, thinking that she would save a lot of effort by walking like this, but she didn't think that in the end, she finally found out sadly that no one could redeem herself, and in the end she still turned over on her own.

Everyone was busy on Monday, I sometimes deliberately avoided him, and sometimes he deliberately avoided me, and everyone who saw us congratulated us, thinking that I had finally managed to successfully defend Yunkai, but I knew in my heart that everything was still on the way, and everything was just unknown.

Sure enough, only I know my situation best. The so-called empathy or empathy is just a concept.

This kind of understanding makes my mind uneasy. Sometimes people congratulate me with a smile, and I smile and thank you, but behind it, I can't help but speculate unprovoked evil, do they really want to congratulate me, or do they hear something or see something? Is it tentative or simply sarcastic here?

If you think too well of others, you are easy to get hurt, and if you think of others too badly, you may still be hurt. The demons that dwell in my heart are tormenting me every day.

I sometimes have a tie with it, and most of the time I get beaten by it. It's only when I feel safe and loved that I feel like I'm full of energy and strength. Those love and light finally turned into bronze helmets and iron armor that protected me, as if no one could hurt me in the slightest.

Hate is a poisonous snake, and in the starry night it spits scarlet letters, wrapping me tightly around and around. I told myself that it is called fate, and fate will not give you sweetness, but will definitely give you pain, entanglement, contradictions, and resentment. We can only bow our heads and accept our fate in the face of fate. Otherwise, you will be entangled even more tightly by the witch called Hate until you lose your original soul and life.

In a blink of an eye, it was the weekend, and I had a certain premonition, I was waiting quietly, I sat still, looked at him coldly, and I didn't know what kind of arrangements and excuses he had not to visit his mother.

The wedding that I had been looking forward to for so many years finally disappointed me, and he disappointed me. We all often experience disappointment, which is not a great ordeal, and if we take it lightly, it is said that we can achieve another level of our life. But I don't want my thoughts and mentality to reach that peak height, I just want to live a worldly and ordinary life.

Give me the happiness of simplicity and firewood, rice, oil and salt, I have no ambitions, and this original intention has never changed much over the years.

I originally thought that Zhang Ruolei would give it to me, and I was ready. And he said, "Go on, I'm going to give it to you." I stretched out my hand, and found nothing but emptiness and nothingness. I looked at him and asked him, "What was the promise to give me?"

He smiled but didn't say a word, and there was only a long and meaningful silence in front of me.

I can sometimes clearly perceive that he is not necessarily suffering less than I am, and I try to enter his inner world to help him peel off the cocoon, but he closes his door to me that implies some kind of secret.

I sometimes look at him, and I look at him for a long time under the lamp. Eyebrows, eyes, lips, ears, and hair, his fingers are slender, and his nails are always neatly trimmed, all of which I am familiar with, and which one has a little inexplicable strange atmosphere, no matter how I look at him, he is the old man I am familiar with, but when I look closely, every pore exudes an aura of uneasiness and danger towards me.

Do you want to live to die?

I do not know.

I saw that he always frowned slightly, and his lips were always tightly pursed. My hand was raised in the air, wanting to fall on his eyebrows, wanting to tell him that he could regret Meng Lang and impulsiveness at the beginning, as long as he made it clear to me, I would not entangle him.

But in the end, the hand was withdrawn. Somehow, I remembered the scene when he threw the phone in front of me that day, and those words were still in my ears: You go and check, I haven't been out of that hotel all day today.

Maybe it's really me who is too careful? Let's see what happens tomorrow.

As a result, early on Saturday morning, he got up and began to spread. I'm still a little unconvinced, saying you really don't have anything else to do today? If there is, we can change the day.

He said that if there were other arrangements, I was afraid that the wedding would not be able to take place. Even if you go under the knife today, you have to go.

He pinched my face and said look at you, this face has not opened up for a week, and today I finally see you smiling.

I smiled sheepishly, thinking that I was really too careful.

So the interest rose, and the excitement and excitement swept away, and the haze that had been hanging in my heart for days was swept away. Along the way, he chattered and told him non-stop, and when he was about to reach his destination, he knew to be alert and shut up. I also knew that this heart was still not completely let go, and I was a little deliberately happy and excited or pretended not to care, maybe he was too.

Otherwise, the two of us wouldn't be so lively in the car.

Zhang Ruolei can also feel that he is excited when he sees me, and he is also excited, but that is no longer the normal mode of getting along with him and me. Once upon a time, when were we afraid of being cold? When have you ever been so deliberately pleasing each other?

In front of the Zhumen compound, Aunt Zhang was waiting at the door early, I don't know how long she had been in the wind. We got out of the car, carried something, Aunt Zhang took it, everyone walked while making noise, the old lady was at the main entrance, still thin, wearing a black hollow cheongsam, full of silver hair in the back of a bun, looking from a distance, the temperament is good.

I stepped forward and took her hand, and she looked at me coldly, and that look sent chills down my heart. Don't say it, it's like

The mother-in-law looked at her daughter-in-law's eyes, did she feel that her son had finally been abducted by the woman in front of her? But as far as I know, she would not have such a clear logic and understanding.

When I think about it, it should be my own problem, look, even the old lady is beginning to doubt it. It is that some people will be nervous before marriage, and some brides or grooms will even run away on the eve of the wedding. I may be too unconfident, and I never believed that one day I would achieve a positive result with Zhang Ruolei, so I suspected that I had a dark ghost, and everyone seemed to be insincere, and there was a ghost in my heart.

In fact, the person who really has a ghost in my heart may be me.

I'm going to change it.

Aunt Zhang was as enthusiastic as ever, and the meal on the table was steaming. It can be seen that she is sincerely happy for Zhang Ruolei and me, and when everyone talks about this, she can't hold back her tears several times, she is excited at the mention of it, it is difficult to speak, and she can't eat, and she carefully wipes the corners of her eyes with a tissue from time to time.

It makes me feel very uncomfortable, how can I ever see someone really happy for me like this? Most of those congratulations were just two sentences, and there were even villains who used to chew the root of their tongues behind my back, and I had heard them myself.

Speaking of which, it was a bloody episode, two female employees walked in front, and I turned out from the side, and they didn't have eyes on the back of their heads, so they didn't see me. One of them asked the other, saying that Mr. Zhang was serious this time or was he just having fun?

The other said, how can the rich say accurately? But aren't all men virtuous? Think about the lower body. Maybe I think it's interesting now, or maybe I'm a little rebellious, or maybe I'm really a mature woman, a second-married woman who has a lot of kung fu. But after a long time, I guess I get tired of it. You think, even if he Zhang Ruolei doesn't deliberately ask for it, he can't stand the stubble and the little girl really pounces on him. Do you think our Mr. Zhang can really be Hui Yanagi under that situation?

I was so angry that I should have stopped talking, but in the end, I slowed down and turned into a hidden place next to me. I knew in my heart that what they said was not unreasonable. Everyone is not stupid about the good and bad of this marriage, they can see it, and the more bystanders may see it more clearly than the parties involved. I know it in my own heart, and I'm not an ignorant girl who hasn't experienced marriage.

But I still want to take a gamble.

In those days, Zhang Ruolei and I were each pregnant with ghosts, and our relationship was stormy, and I felt even more uncomfortable when I heard such gossip, but I couldn't and didn't have the ability to resist the quiet mouth. I only hate myself, knowing that there may be an abyss ahead, why do I have to risk myself? Why is it so cheap? Is it true that you can't live without a man?

For a while, he began to hate Zhang Ruolei again, blaming him for being too famous in the past, so that others didn't know what was going on, and they really thought that he was really a playboy, and it was impossible to give any woman a proper future.

For a while, I hated those women who said ugly things behind their backs, their minds were so vicious, and cursing people behind their backs was really more comfortable than sincerely blessing people behind their backs?

It's really annoying, hateful, and laughing at poverty and not prostitution.

At this moment, the atmosphere on the table was harmonious, and Aunt Zhang frequently served me dishes, and said a few thoughtful words, and talked about the child's problem. My heart is dark

I was frightened, and I don't know if I can give birth at this age, but with the development of science and technology, it may not be too much of a problem.

As soon as she said the child, I thought of Huai Ping again, I don't know how he is now, a few years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the man's heart has really grown from small to big, wild to big. Huaiping is only how old he is, he has never left my side before, and he doesn't want to be happy to go this time, and he has not heard from me for so many years.

I am really happy that he has Huaihai's genes, Huaihai is like that to me, after I don't love it, I will start and fall with a knife, and I will cut through the mess quickly, but it is not ambiguous at all, dragging mud and water.

Aunt Zhang asked me how the wedding preparations were, and she denied the big day, and said that she really wanted to be there when the time came, but the old lady really didn't feel at ease to be taken care of by others. I held her hand and felt like I was holding the hand of my loved one. said that I will shoot a video for you, and as soon as the wedding is over, I will try to rush here, if you are not there, if you don't come, Zhang Ruolei and I will feel as if something is missing.

Aunt Zhang choked up again, I only held her hand tightly, and also picked up her favorite dishes into her bowl, but the old lady was not happy, and said clearly: Who is your mother-in-law?

(End of chapter)