Suddenly, Dali hesitated for a while, didn't get into the car, raised his head and looked at me and said, "Don't worry, why don't we eat outside?" Sniff for a while! ”

"By the way, there's one more thing, I almost forgot to ask you. Why didn't I know about that? Dahlia said as she took my arm and walked to the side of the platform.

"Look at you, mysteriously, you can tell me anything!" I said.

"That day, I overheard Lao Yan say that my brother-in-law has other women outside, why don't I know about this? Is my sister also in the dark, tell me quickly? She asked anxiously.

"Oh, I thought you were going to ask something?" I say. "Who are you listening to, and who are you asking?"

"I asked her and she said I heard me wrong! You say, I'm such a big person, can I hear it wrong? She said. Today, seeing Yu Niannian eyebrows with him, do you say that she, a vixen, is she seducing my brother-in-law? ”

At this moment, I only saw Da Li talking as she moved, and her eyes were like a crescent moon, and she was stunned.

"Today, I looked at them coldly for a long time, if it weren't for Boss Lan shouting and she going back, I might not be able to come forward and slap her two Chuzi. You say, didn't she get it! ”

"Tut-tut, this is your parting message to me?" I said, "No wonder, Boss Lan shouted with his back to your brother-in-law and Yu Niannian, it turned out that you were secretly angry next to you!" ”

"Tell me, isn't she? Don't grind. She asked eagerly.

"Look at you, let's get rid of it! Don't be smart enough to think that your sister has no eyes. I said, "I think it's so ambiguous in front of everyone, but it's nothing?" What do you think? ”

At this time, it was dark, and I saw the lady who often walked alpacas in the small square, wearing a green dress and leading a snow-white alpaca towards this side.

"Da Li, look at that alpaca, it's a cute horn. Everywhere you go, there is a wave of onlookers. I shook her arm with my hand as I spoke.

"Ha, I see, it turns out that her family lives here." She changed her gloomy expression just now and said with a slight smile.

A bus that Dahlia was about to take pulled into the platform, and I pushed her and told her to get on the bus and go back. She subconsciously grabbed my arm, and stopped talking. Then, ran to the bus.

At this moment, I waved goodbye to Dali, who was standing in the carriage and waving. Suddenly, a touch of parting sentimentality suddenly rose in the bottom of my heart.

I turned around and walked on, about twenty minutes to the platform where I was going to get on the train. Although, I can only take one stop, but I can also take two stops. At nearly seven o'clock, the flow of people and traffic on the streets became sparse, compared to the previous two hours. Warm-toned street lamps illuminate the narrow streets. From time to time, a car sped through the fast lane and disappeared into the viaduct that bulged like a hill ahead. From time to time, a driver pedals a tricycle next to the curb of the pavement and slowly moves forward.

It's a dry spring and the streets are full of dust.

When the spring breeze blew in my face, I squinted my eyes, turned my back, and saw the driver behind me pedaling the tricycle, his brain drooping down and twisting to the side, his eyes half-closed, his mouth open, and his whole body standing on the pedals, struggling against the wind......

The hardships of life are like a long road under the wheels, extending infinitely. Warriors in life, as such, go against the wind!

In the evening, the kids were doing their homework and I was doing the housework. I hadn't eaten anything for a day, and all of a sudden, I started to have stomach problems, and the taste was really uncomfortable.

I looked at the mirror in the bathroom and touched my cold forehead, and my pale face made me really unable to think of the reason for the upset stomach.

Maybe it's because I talk to the wind when I walk, and I feel a cool breeze on my stomach, and I comfort myself. The more I thought about it, the more my stomach became troubled, and I squatted on the toilet, and I couldn't straighten up in pain. At this moment, I heard the mobile phone on the bed ring several times, but I was weak and unwilling to answer.

After squatting on the toilet for about twenty minutes, I felt slightly better. I had hot water on my waist, and at this point, I just wanted to take a hot shower and go to bed right away.

In the morning, when the old neighbor woke me up, I looked at the time, and it was not even five o'clock. This sleep, without dreams, made me feel very sleepy.

Getting up to make breakfast for the child and helping him tuck the flying quilt first is a habit that has been developed over the years. Last night, he didn't take off his fleece jacket and fell asleep like this. The white socks on the east and west sides of the floor were almost light gray.

The unclosed workbook and stack of books were pressed against the bag, and a hatless, black charcoal pen was next to it, and a small cloud of black ink came out of the edge of the light gray bag zipper. I quickly found an old cap and fastened it to the pen and put it away in the box. His homework was neatly written, just like the ink on his school bag, with clumps of black ink prints that had been hand-painted by alterations, like black spots on ripe fruit.

At this moment, I opened the air window a little and opened a small gap, and the fresh air rushed in.

I've learned a new way to make egg scones in the recipe, and I'm trying it out. Novices are never as skilled as veterans, so I put the egg scones on my plate, which was a little too hot.

Yesterday morning, I said that I was tired of drinking crooked oatmeal porridge, and replaced it with two-rice porridge.

For so many years, for the experience of cooking porridge, you may feel that it is the most taboo to add water to the porridge halfway. If the porridge is rice and the soup is soup, and they do not stick together with each other, the porridge will not taste good. A good porridge must have rice in the soup and soup in the rice.

At this moment, the old neighbor stood on the branch and sang loudly, bathing in the sunshine of a tree in spring.

On the propped up bed, the bedding is drying. On the open wardrobe door, winter clothes are hung ready to be put away. The washing machine is working silently, and on the floor of the foyer, there are two pairs of travel shoes that the children want to wash.

The sun shines on the desk, a small red fish swims back and forth in the clear water, and the aquatic plants in the fish tank are swaying.

The wind comes, blowing the pink flowers of the begonia in all seasons and falling onto the windowsill. When the wind went, I picked up the flowers and put them on the surface of the water in the fish tank. The small fish, sometimes biting the begonia flowers floating on the water surface, and sometimes the rain flower stones like agate stones, sink to the bottom of the blue fish tank.

A bottle of black ink sat in the corner of the table for a long time, and I picked up an old fountain pen from more than ten years ago to suck in some ink, but I didn't twist the lid of the inkwell for a long time. Perhaps, few people are using such pens to write, and mobile phones and computers do almost all the work.

Outside the window, spring is strong.

The old red brick residential buildings not far away just make the green of the trees look verdant. At this time, the old neighbor's nest is still hanging firmly on the branches of the old tree, and the old tree is also safe and sound. Leisurely, quiet, ordinary life!

The cuckoo went to the Baili Rhododendron Sea in Guizhou, reveled in it, and cried with excitement.

At this moment, I looked at a video she sent on my phone, and I was intoxicated with her in the sea of rhododendrons, and I couldn't extricate myself!

When the hundred-mile rhododendron blooms all over the mountains and fields, how spectacular it is, how unforgettable!

When the cuckoo wanders in the sea of rhododendrons, looks at the rhododendrons on the branches, and listens to the singing of the extremely good-sounding cuckoo birds, will you let go of the three thousand grievances in your heart, and the past will follow the fate and the wind!

At this moment, the sun was thick, and it took a long time to unscrew the cap of the inkwell. I saw through the sunlight that there was still half a bottle of ink left, and I put the old fountain pen in it to absorb the ink, and accidentally, the ink stained the belly of my fingers.

In the photo sent by Niko on her phone, wearing sunglasses and reclining on a deck chair on the beach. The sun shines through a blue and white striped parasol from the side, casting her beautiful figure on the beach. The slightly salty wind blowing from the sea gave her a comfortable life at this moment.

At this time, the golden sunlight shone on my body, and I closed my eyes and quietly felt the ambiguity, half-asleep like an orange cat.

Time seems to have gone back to many years ago, not long after I met Zhong Yulan.

I remember that time, she had just returned from a sauna and asked me to take my car keys to the parking lot.

Sitting in her car, she asked me, a woman called her, gave her 200,000 yuan and asked her to divorce her husband, she said to the woman on the other end of the phone, I will give you 200,000, what about you leaving him? At that time, she asked me, what do you think about this, beauty?

At that time, I didn't know anything about her personal feelings, and I was stunned when asked, but I still told her, you did a good job!

It's been ten years, and in the past ten years, the fierce battle back and forth between their husband and wife, just the transportation expenses, I'm afraid it's more than this price.

It's like a contract in the business field, and two women who have been talking about it for more than ten years finally came to an end. Perhaps, compared with today's prices, the price has risen from the initial 200,000 to 300,000 transactions, perhaps, enough has been played.

I don't know, the price of this love deal is high and low, who can weigh the weight of love, compared to the length of love? But in the end, chickens fly and eggs are beaten, those who ask for money can't get money, and those who want people can't get people.

When the original lover in marriage became the mortal enemy for most of his life, he was tortured to death, perhaps, only those who have experienced it understand.

At this moment, the sudden vibration of the mobile phone pulled me back from half sleep and half awake.

Sister Zhong Yulan, sent me a photo of her walking in the corridor and a bunch of question marks?

In the background behind her, Yu Niannian had just walked out of the store, and she could still see the half-length trench coat that Yu Niannian often wore, resting on the back of the white carved solid wood chair at the entrance of the store. Those piles of question marks, did I disappoint her?