Crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, we may not have the opportunity to gain that kind of wisdom and see through the people in front of us. What a stupid human being, always trying to control his own destiny, or challenging human nature or common sense. Generations have been in such a game.

No one can truly escape samsara, but we are happy to do it, even if it is in vain, and we have to fight it. Is that bravery? Probably not, just stupid, impulsive, ignorant, naïve.

After creating us, fate has given us many tricks. Like an adult giving a child a toy. It's just that the toys we give them are more specific, electric trains, puppets, small airplanes, chess, we hope that they will be addicted to those things, don't disturb the adult world, grow up slowly, and gradually have the ability to see through the mystery of life, but can take on heavy responsibilities.

But in the end, they only learned to be addicted and greedy, and then we scolded them for not learning and not being able to hold up the wall.

We are the chief sinners, but it is always easier for mortals to forgive their sins.

What about fate? The hand of fate seems even more magical. It gives us lust, men, women, power, money, fame, all of which are things that fate has left to adults. They chase these like children chase their own toys until they become so addicted to them that they can no longer find the self they came from.

We are a group of lost adults who travel through the state and province in the jungle of fate, unable to find their homeland.

Maybe fate is afraid that human beings really produce wisdom, which may be quite terrible and terrifying, so they use some external objects to make them obsessed, fetters, indulge in their own emotions and desires, and not die, and cannot come out.

If we have to defeat it, then, at the very least, get rid of the stuff that makes us obsessed with losing ourselves.

I wore a bath towel and bare my shoulders and stared at the night sky for a long time. I have always deeply believed that in the deepest part of the night, if it does not harbor evil intentions, it must hide wisdom and scheming waiting for us to investigate.

That night, when Zhang Ruolei returned, I was already asleep. He watched me for a long time in the darkness of the night, and he was afraid that his gaze and his well-proportioned breathing would wake me up by hitting my skin. I opened my eyes slowly, and that was the first time, and I fell asleep naturally without the help of external forces, and I slept deeply.

We always know that we can't do it, but we must be haunted by the past or the old, the new or the old, and we will disturb ourselves. Those that we once looked forward to, fate actually made arrangements early on, and the results are irreversible and unchangeable. Since all the struggles and worries are in vain, it is better to let them all go.

It's not about accepting fate, it's about finally understanding that there are many results in this world, but you can't get what you want, and what can you do in life.

You can't even find such a thing as "life", go head-to-head with him or fight him to win or lose. You'll never have that chance.

"Coming back?"

He was covered with the coolness of an autumn night.

I rolled over and forgot to draw the curtains, and the white moonlight outside the window hit my face, and through the moonlight, his face was clearly presented in front of me.

"Hmm."

He bowed his head, his lips following his present

People alike, with wine sweet and spicy.

"Is it you in the afternoon?"

"Hmm."

I don't deny it.

"Jealous?"

I smiled.

"Brought a supper, in the living room."

I lay down and didn't move.

"I don't want to eat, it's too late. After eating, I should be refreshed and can't sleep. ”

He pressed his forehead against mine.

"Okay, I'll put it in the refrigerator, and we'll have breakfast tomorrow morning."

I nodded, still feeling sleepy, I've been feeling sleepy lately, probably so tired.

"I'm going to take a shower."

He said.

I nodded again. When he left the room, he reached for the remote control at the head of the bed and closed the curtains. After a while, I heard the sound of water and singing in the bathroom, and I laughed and fell back to sleep.

The hurricane dragged on, and the representative of the other side never came, but I knew that everything was still going on in an orderly manner behind the scenes. After I went to Zhang's house, Zhang Ruolei asked me very seriously what my father really thought. It wasn't at the company, we were having dinner out, and this question should have bothered him for a long time, but I just wanted to see the man I loved in front of me constantly suffering and struggling inside.

I really don't understand that men are creatures, Zhang Ruolei and his father, they obviously love each other, like any normal father and son who love each other, they can even sacrifice their lives in order to love each other. They care equally about each other's opinions, ideas, and opinions, but they don't say anything and don't communicate directly.

Perhaps Chinese men are ashamed to express their love and are too shy.

I deliberately teased him, but I didn't say anything. He made many detours and I didn't answer, and I loved to see him tormented by me. Later, he raised his hand directly at me and surrendered, and asked me bluntly.

Believe me, the dinner hall is a beautiful place to eat, and I have a great appetite these days. Seeing that he was straightforward, he raised his head from the pile of delicacies in front of him and looked at him narrowly.

"Strange,"

I put down the dishes.

"You are biological father and son, why can't you be open and honest? Why don't you just tell the other person? ”

He glared at me, his face flushed, lowered his eyelids and stared intently at the food in front of him, whispering threatening words.

"Don't sell it, it's a pleasure."

I smiled and told him that there was nothing to hide. I said that your father is also very interesting, and you don't express yourself directly. I asked him if he knew what the most terrible consequences of this communication were. That is, your original intention is A, but it is misinterpreted by others as B, the most important thing is that you feel that you have conveyed it very clearly, and the other party also thinks that you have received all of you.

I crossed my hands and looked directly at him.

"Also, your dad is very interesting, and he also said that ---Winter is coming."

I shrugged.

He seemed to know everything, but he just sat back and waited for fate to arrange it. He doesn't want to rebel or struggle uselessly, which is funny. I still don't know what he really meant. Winter is coming. ”

I said a little thirsty, take

I took a sip of juice from my cup, but when I drank it, I felt that the sweet thing made my throat tight, as if it was prone to phlegm. I called the waiter and asked him to change me with a glass of warm water.

"He didn't let you ......"

He was clearly more concerned about the outcome, and what I had just said was a bunch of nonsense.

"For example......"

It was as if he had suddenly made up his mind.

"It's, you know. Like, ask you to do something, stop me, or something like that. ”

I raised my eyes and looked upwards in thought.

"Nope."

I continued to munch.

"Not really."

I took another bite of food.

He looked at me and smiled, and said:

"I'm going to have a fat bride."

I raised an eyebrow to agree with his speculation.

"Disliked?"

I asked.

"Is it too late?"

"I don't know."

We looked at each other and laughed, only to realize that the volume was a bit loud, causing the diners next to us to frequently glance at us.

"Keep it low-key."

I made an offer to him.

That matter was put down like that, but I knew that Zhang Ruolei didn't really let go for a moment. On those two nights, I woke up in the middle of the night and saw him pretending to be asleep. However, a second ago, he was clearly tossing and turning alone.

Everyone has their own destiny, and everyone doesn't want to play the role they are playing, but everyone can't get rid of their fate.

Fate is a big drama, the director of everyone's life, and those roles that have long been destined, whether they are big or small, can only be read from the book. But in life, these actors are not dedicated or professional, they want to play third-rate small roles for passers-by, third-rate small roles want to play B roles, and they can play B roles and covet A roles.

So everyone's life is without exception interpreted by themselves very badly and indiscriminately.

There are too many tragedies in the world, because we don't play according to our own scripts.

Everyone in the world is basically not satisfied with their life until the day they die, and they feel that fate has not given them enough and deserved reward.

It's not unreasonable to think about it---- you think, if you don't act well, you are destined not to get the reward you deserve.

In the big drama of life, too many people dance the drama while acting. The director desperately shouted "cut", and the world is still the same. We don't deserve a good reward.

However, winter is coming, and everything is inevitable.

Our Zhang Ruolei's wedding is still being prepared smoothly, and Zhang Ruolei has specially found someone to calculate the date. I laughed at him for being superstitious, but he didn't think so. What about superstition? If you get married once in a lifetime, you must please a good fortune.

I said you are embarrassed, saying that you will get married once in your life? I'm ...... alone

Before I could finish my sentence, his lips blocked what I was about to say. I knew I was a little offended, I was wrong, I surrendered, I begged him for forgiveness, I put my arms around his waist, I imagined the lavish scene of the wedding, the crystal chandelier, the airlifted lily, the wedding of the century, it was enough to make every woman yearn for it.

I consider myself so lucky that such a fate would cause the women of the city to be jealous.

He hugged me, unsatisfied, eyes wandering over my face.

"Many people have married a person once in their lives. Marriage is interesting, sometimes women get married, but men don't. Sometimes a man marries, but the woman never really marries him. Only us, I am willing to marry, you are willing to marry. We are consensual and have no regrets. ”

"What if you regret it later?"

"No, it won't. Only you will regret it. I won't. ”

He touched my cheek with his thumb and stroked it over and over again.

"You're my bride, and you've never been anyone's bride before."

His eyes were so beautiful, with brown pupils, that I was lost in them. Tears welled up in my eyes, and his words of love touched me deeply, a woman's heart, only the one you love the most can make it soft.

He held my face, and at that moment, I thought of eternity again. Although I know in my heart that there is no real eternity in this world. But I want to. I am a greedy woman, with no position, indulging in love, unable to extricate myself.

I am.

It doesn't make me feel embarrassed.

I responded to him warmly, love is fire for women, and they can be willing to turn into ashes and dust in it.

If she wants a woman, she is willing to give her life to the other party.

It's too dangerous. However, it is even more regrettable that many women do not know this.

(End of chapter)