It seems that we have always lived such a messy life by ourselves, but we are unwilling to become the laughing stock of others after dinner.

Xia Meng tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Closing your eyes is the ridiculous days of those days in Bali.

She had tried her best to forget about it, but as soon as she closed her eyes, she could see the sun on the island, the beach, the glittering hotel, and the man who gave her the passion of the night.

Fortunately, Xia Meng didn't mention that man to anyone, including Schumann. In everyone's eyes, she is still that virtuous, quiet, and elegant woman, with a small career, and a fiancé who is about to get married.

Thinking of this fiancé, her already depressed mood was much worse, she didn't know why she could afford a man who was seventeen years older than herself, although this man was very rich, but she really knew that she didn't need too much money.

Xia Meng has her own flower shop, and although the income is not high, it is enough to support herself. She is enjoying her life at the moment, unrestrained, twenty-eight years old is an age of uncertainty for many women, and it is a critical age for people who are about to enter middle age. But Xia Meng never thought about it like this, she didn't feel that getting married was the only way back, and even she was a little afraid of getting married at the moment.

It all started with her family, the family that she had feared since childhood.

Xia Meng got up and walked out of the bedroom, turned on the light in the living room, and looked up to see the clock on the wall, it was already more than two o'clock in the morning. She walked to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and washed her face.

She looked at herself in the mirror and felt embarrassed and a little dirty, how could she be worthy of entering the sacred marriage hall? With one hand on the edge of the sink and the other slapping her forehead heavily, she wanted to clear herself up, to stop thinking about all this mess in her head, to adjust her mood, and to prepare for the upcoming wedding.

"I can't go to Bali again in my life...... I can't even go to the beach anymore......" Xia Meng muttered.

A few incoherent knocks on the door startled Xia Meng. She looked back at the living room outside the bathroom, and thought that before going to bed, Schumann had gone out, and he was probably back at this time.

Xia Meng turned off the faucet, picked up a towel to wipe the water stains on his face, walked quickly to the door, opened the door, and looked at Schumann who was embarrassed in front of the door, I don't know how much wine he drank, and his heart was indescribably anxious and uncomfortable.

Xia Meng helped Schumann into the room, Schumann was drunk and unconscious, he didn't know which language he spoke, and Xia Meng didn't understand a word.

After Xia Meng left Schumann on the sofa, he returned to the kitchen to make her sobering soup. After a while, I heard Schumann's whining cry coming from the sofa in the living room.

Xia Meng's body was numb, and he panicked in his heart, and hurriedly put down the kitchen utensils in his hand and ran out of the kitchen. You must know that Schumann has always been a strong woman in front of him, and he has never cried because of a drunken gaffe, this is the first time.

"Schumann, Schumann, what's wrong with you?" Xia Meng squatted down and looked at Schumann lying on the sofa, his hair was scattered, his hands were covering his face, and he was sobbing with the smell of alcohol.

"That'...... Those bastards, they are all special grandchildren......" Schumann's choked voice was intermittent, but it was easy to hear the anger in her heart.

Schumann's appearance made Xia Meng very anxious, and he couldn't care about the sobering soup in the kitchen, and asked anxiously: "What's the matter, did those people bully you?" ”

Schumann wiped the tears from his face, sat up, the makeup on his face had been spent, and shook his head angrily: "No, those grandsons are also worthy?" Sales can't do me, just say I sleep with others! Shit, treat me like a bitch! ”

Xia Meng comforted Schumann: "Didn't you never care about what those people said?" You also know that they are jealous of you, don't go to your heart! ”

Schumann shook his head, choked up, and shed tears again: "You don't know...... You don't understand...... I used to be young, I was beautiful, and there were so many people around me...... But I only realized today that I was twenty-eight years old......"

"What do I not understand, I'm also twenty-eight years old, don't I have to have this day sooner or later?"

"But you're getting married, too! What about me?! I'm divorced, I have nothing! Schumann couldn't hold back and yelled at Xia Meng.

Xia Meng was stunned, Schumann had never yelled at himself so loudly in the past, this time Xia Meng was a little overwhelmed, stunned there, not knowing what to say.

Schumann felt that he had stabbed Xia Meng a little, so he quickly wiped his tears, hugged Xia Meng, and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Xia Meng, I'm not a ...... of heart"

Xia Meng pushed Schumann away, stood up, and said in a cold voice: "It's okay, I'll go and see if the decanting soup is ready......

Schumann's roar did not sting Xia Meng's heart, but it only made Xia Meng also feel a little leisurely, for Xia Meng, Schumann is her closest relative, twenty-eight years old made Schumann's sense of security collapse suddenly in just a few days, but Xia Meng has no ability to save her, after all, in Schumann's eyes, Xia Meng's sense of security has found his destiny with his home.

When Schumann woke up the next morning, he had forgotten what had happened the previous night.

She walked out of the bedroom, looked at the clean and tidy living room, got up as usual Xia Meng, began to clean up the room, and then woke herself up for breakfast. But today, Xia Meng left home early.

Schumann walked to the kitchen, looked at a note on the table, picked it up and looked at:

Schumann, I'm home today. I've made breakfast, you just need to warm it up, and I may not be back today.

Only then did Schumann realize that today was Saturday, and Xia Meng had to go home every Saturday to visit his father, who was alone at home.

Schumann sat at the dining table and looked at the breakfast that Xia Meng had made, it was neatly and orderly, and it was still a little warm to the touch, Schumann didn't bother to heat it, so he picked up the chopsticks and ate it.

Schumann recalled Xia Meng's bleak family, and couldn't help but feel some pity.

When he first met Xia Meng, Schumann was already hard to remember, and the most impressive was when he was thirteen years old.

Schumann came to Xia Meng's house to do his homework with Xia Meng. Walked to the end of the alley, in front of a dilapidated courtyard, in two crumbling broken wooden doors that couldn't close at all, was Xia Meng's home.

The front of the door was covered with moss and weeds, soaked by rain, and covered with thin mud. Schumann called Xia Meng several times at the door, but never received an answer.

Schumann pushed open the door, fearing that his newly purchased white sneakers would stick to the mud, and cautiously walked in. The courtyard is not simply desolate. It was the first time Schumann had ever smelled the smell of wine wafting from all directions, a complex and disgusting taste.

In the dimly lit hall, Schumann saw Xia Meng kneeling in front of her father, who was wielding a sickle in his hand and slapping Xia Meng the back, as if Xia Meng had done something terrible wrong.

Xia Meng cried heartbreakingly, her mouth said begging words again and again, and she knelt straight in front of her father, she didn't dare to look at her father who was full of wine and fierce face, and even her father didn't dare to dodge when she hit Xia Meng's body with the handle of the sickle, lest she dodge, which would make her father even more angry and usher in a more terrible punishment.

Schumann has a personality that is not afraid of heaven and earth since she was a child, she saw Xia Meng being whipped by her father, she didn't know where the anger came from, and she didn't care about the brand-new shoes on her feet, and rushed into the hall with an arrow step, so that she was born and pushed Xia Meng's father down.

"Xia Jiangang, are you a human being! Did you beat your daughter like that? Schumann roared as if he were about to tear his throat apart.

His father's name was Xia Jiangang, and Schumann never treated him as an elder. Because of his meanness, he became famous among his neighbors, and he did not receive Schumann's respect at all.

Xia Jiangang was pushed down by Schumann at once, and he was already drunk and slow to react, and he rolled on the ground a few times and couldn't get up.

Schumann saw that Xia Jiangang couldn't get up this time, looking at the fierce appearance on his face, he was also a little afraid, and pulled up Xia Meng, who was kneeling on the ground: "Xia Meng, let's go, stay in my house, and never come back in the future!" So saying, he walked straight out of the door, and stepped on the puddle of water, making a splash.

Schumann and Xia Meng walked to the door, Schumann stepped on the bicycle, turned back and motioned for Xia Meng to sit behind. At this time, I only heard Xia Jiangang's angry roar from the house: "Get out!" Get out of here! You're just like your mother, you can't get acquainted! Get out! ”

Xia Meng hesitated, stood in place, looked back at the broken wooden door behind him, and his body was still trembling from sobbing.

Schumann could see what Xia Meng meant, and she shouted: "Xia Meng! You're not leaving? You'll be killed by him sooner or later! ”

Xia Meng turned his head to look at Schumann and shook his head repeatedly: "No...... Thank you, Schumann...... I can't leave my dad behind, and I can't leave him until I die......"

Schumann looked at Xia Meng and returned to the broken wooden door with some trembling, when he was thirteen years old, Schumann was still a girl, for such a family, boundless resentment, she vowed to save Xia Meng from such a family.

Time flies by, junior high school, high school, until college, they are all together, as long as Xia Meng is by Schumann's side, no one should think about bullying Xia Meng, Schumann always thought that he was protecting Xia Meng, but on the contrary, it was Schumann who became more and more dependent on Xia Meng. Otherwise, it would not have been four years ago, after Schumann divorced, he moved to Xia Meng's house as soon as possible, and the two of them lived under the same roof until today.

When Xia Meng returned to that alley, in front of the old house.

This old house Xia Meng found someone to renovate after working a few years ago, the house was paved with tiles, the yard was also paved with marble, even the broken wooden door was replaced with a red iron door, and the interior was also scraped white, and the simple decoration was carried out.

If it weren't for Xia Jiangang's insistence on asking to keep those old furniture, Xia Meng would have to replace all the furniture in the house. It's not because of how generous Xia Meng is, it's just that all the furnishings in this home are a nightmare for her.

When Xia Meng entered the courtyard, he looked at the man in his fifties lying on the rocking chair in the courtyard. Wearing a vest and pants, holding a fan in his hand, he seems to have fallen asleep. On the stool next to the rocking chair were two empty bottles, apparently fresh from drinking.

Xia Meng didn't talk to his father, picked up the broom leaning against the wall, swept from the house to the yard, and did all the housework inside and out. Seeing that there was still something missing at home, I went to the supermarket at the entrance of the alley to buy some.

When Xia Meng picked up the empty wine bottle on the stool, Xia Jiangang woke up suddenly, and saw Xia Meng standing in front of him, with a smile on his face, and said, "Come back......"

Xia Meng was expressionless, put the wine bottle into a bag and placed it behind the door. Xia Jiangang behind him said, "That old Song, how are you doing?" I haven't seen him in a few days! ”

Xia Meng didn't take care of Xia Jiangang, just busy with the housework in hand. When the housework was finished, he took out an envelope from his bag and put it on the stool in front of Xia Jiangang, Xia Meng said in a cold voice: "Dad, I have cleaned up everything at home, and I have added all the things that are missing, and this month's living expenses are also here, you ...... You drink less bars...... I'm gone......"

After Xia Meng finished speaking, he turned his head and was about to leave. Xia Jiangang stood up from the rocking chair and asked, "Xia Meng, let's go after eating!" What happened to you and Lao Song? I came once during the Chinese New Year this year, and I haven't seen it again, and I don't know how you are doing, Dad is anxious! ”

Xia Meng didn't look back, standing in front of the door, a tear slipped from his eyes.

"Dad, me and Lao Song ...... Got married on October 1 this year...... You're satisfied! ”

The word marriage came out of Xia Meng's mouth, but it was so sad and sad, a thought flashed in Xia Meng's mind at this moment, she felt that her life was completely ruined in the hands of her unsuccessful father.

Xia Jiangang behind him was excited as if he was about to jump up, he didn't notice that his daughter was so unwilling and uncomfortable at the moment, even if he did, he probably wouldn't care. Listening to Xia Jiangang's voice, it seemed to be flying happily in the air: "Great! I said you girl, when did you get engaged, and you didn't tell your dad! You're so ignorant! ”

Xia Meng's heart felt very ironic, her father soaked in wine all the year round, and when she was engaged, she didn't tell Xia Jiangang that she didn't want others to know that she had a wine ** relative, and she didn't want to make her scars public.

"Girl! Bring Lao Song next week, and Dad will have two drinks with him! Xia Jiangang turned around as he spoke, staggered back to the rocking chair and sat down, "Tell me, how good your father and I are to you, I finally helped you say such a good family!" How good it is that you don't have to worry about eating and drinking in this life! ”

"I'm leaving!" Xia Meng didn't want to hear these words, so he pulled the lanyard of the bag tightly in his hand and walked out of the door quickly.

Behind him, I also heard Xia Jiangang's unrelenting commanding voice: "Don't forget, bring Lao Song home......"

Xia Meng left the home where she was born and raised as if she had escaped, and when she walked out of the alley, she exhaled loosely, she leaned against the wall, lowered her head, and her tears flowed down unstoppably like a broken thread.