The son is angry and angry, and the wife is cold and resentful. When the child is hungry, he blames the husband for not taking care of him, and when the wife is cold, she must resent her husband for not taking care of her.

I don't know when, perhaps since the era of the mixed yuan, the ruling class has given too many shackles-like privileges to the ruled men, and also kidnapped too many unwarranted but felt-feeling moral cages and spiritual shackles for women, and then let them spend thousands of springs and summers under such an atmosphere from generation to generation, and finally linger in their bones and genes, so that the most unspeakable self-destructive struggle between the ruled classes in later generations has been like a mad dog catching and biting whoever bites, and even not letting go of themselves, not only hurting others but also sad.

But if all this is mixed with a layer of marriage and blood relations as the freshener of this contradictory show, it will be very good-looking, more exciting than palace fighting dramas!

It's just that there is no need for quarrels and fights in all these disputes, and there is no need for them to even happen, sometimes confusion is the highest state of life, but it is not that everything is confused, but when we should be confused, we are confused.

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [My 213 Life] 96: The Son of Anger is hitting the hand, please wait a moment,

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