That evening, the president and his wife went to the hometown party.

I was in my room to catch up on the manuscript when I suddenly heard Butterfly calling me in the living room. I walked to the living room, and Butterfly handed me a small piece of paper with a panicked expression. When I saw it, it was a pregnancy test paper, and the two red lines were on the paper!

At that moment, I froze in the hall, speechless, as if struck by lightning.

Butterfly's eyes glistened with tears and she sat speechlessly on the couch.

I was careful to guard against it, but I was still negligent! I love typhoons, typhoons have given me courage, but I have strengthened butterflies. It was something that made me ashamed and frightened, and I was in a desperate situation almost immediately.

In the days that followed, Butterfly and I discussed again and again how to cover up the truth, and even thought of asking for help from the hospital several times, but Butterfly did not have the courage to enter the hospital anyway.

After three months, the butterfly's body began to change!

Four months later, the butterfly's body is round!

Recalling the time after the revelation of the incident was a kind of humiliation to me.

The living room that day was silent, as if a needle could be heard falling on the ground, and the air was stagnant and scorching. The old lady of Marxist-Leninist, with her face twisted and distorted by anger, stared at me with a flame in her eyes that almost burned me. She shook her head, and squeezed a sentence in her teeth that I will never forget: "White-eyed wolf in the country...... You're trying to ruin my family's reputation! ”

At that moment, I was quite shocked, and I wanted to explain that no matter how bad I was, I would not be to the point of being careful; No matter how evil I am, I will not ruin the reputation of others. However, I was speechless for a long time. At that time, I had only one thought: Destroy me, O heaven, O earth!

Mrs. Marxist-Leninist did not say a second word, and turned back to her room. The door slammed shut.

As I stood there, reminiscing about the words of Mrs. Marxist-Leninist, I felt that my self-esteem was shattered and that my life was boring.

The president came out of the study, "What's going on?" He asked me with a grim face.

I looked at the president and didn't know what to say.

The president walked over and raised his hand, wanting to slap me, but in the end it didn't fall. "Shame on you!" He cursed. Then, with his hands behind his back, he walked in front of me and walked over and walked over...... "Men should get married, and women should get married." He muttered. Standing, his eyes glared angrily, and he shouted at me, "Hurry up and get married!" ”

I bowed my head and stammered, "I...... I didn't ...... anything Not prepared. ”

"Do you want to pay off?" Mother Butterfly stood behind me again at some point. Her voice was high-pitched, cold to the bone. I couldn't help but shudder.

The president looked at me, shook his head, gritted his teeth, and spit out two words: "Enter!" ”

I could tell that when the president said these two words, the expression on his face was a mixture of hatred and pity.

into the redundancy.

In the sea of words in my native language, this is a derogatory word, which means that a man who has no interest marries into a woman's family, which is also called inverted door.

I suddenly felt sad in my heart. I was depressed, confused, helpless and helpless. I admit that I have a utilitarian heart to climb the branches, but I really don't want to do it at the expense of my self-esteem. I felt like I had lost my way again – I really had no sense of direction – and I had tried so hard to find my way to this city, but I was sad to find that the steering wheel of my life was always controlled and controlled by someone else. I can only move forward, as diligent, simple, and happy as a fool.

Everything was caught off guard, and I didn't have a choice. I know that I am the one who caused the trouble, and even if there is an ocean ahead, I have to move forward.

On that day, the sky was dark and the city was empty.

I led the big-bellied butterfly to the Civil Affairs Bureau and pulled the marriage certificate.

Because the city was in the limelight of cracking down on party and government cadres for hospitality and gifts, the old lady Marxist-Leninist said that everything should be frugal - I understood that the old lady looked down on me from the bottom of her bones, and there was nothing to be happy about in "marrying" such a son-in-law whom she did not like at all.

Very good. I think that's exactly what I want.

My wedding with Butterfly was not fanfare, let alone a big deal. Two relatives plus some friends went to the hotel to set up a few tables. The new house is located in the butterfly's room. There were no wedding photos, no double happiness, Butterfly put on the most beautiful dress, and I changed into the most handsome white shirt. The groom is me, and the bride is a butterfly. Nothing else matters, we're married.

I became the son-in-law of the president's family, and I became a man who was in the house, a man who was in the door—that's it.

In retrospect, my marriage with Butterfly was built on the sand from the very beginning, with no roots to speak of. I don't say this to justify my later infidelity and to open a pass for my own ingratitude. The truth is that my marriage to Butterfly has its own purpose: Butterfly married me because she was an only daughter and did not want to leave her parents, and I was the best person to be a son-in-law. For me, marrying Butterfly is simply going to her father to find a backer for my future. As the people of the island city later discussed: climbed the powerful and picked up high skills. That's it.

On the night of the cave room, the butterfly cried in my arms all night. In any case, I feel wronged by Butterfly and feel sorry for her. At dawn, I wiped her tears. She hugged me tightly, but comforted me: "Don't take it personally...... My mom is in menopause. When she said that, my eyes were a little itchy, and when I wiped it, it turned out to be tears. I smiled and said to her with a little emotion in her ear, "I'm sorry, I'll pay you back with the rest of my life!" ”

Soon after I got married to Die, Mrs. Marxist-Leninist was not as healthy as before, and she was especially afraid of sound, and a slightly louder sound could cause her angina. Her temper became even more irritable, and she often couldn't control herself like a street shrew because of the little noise we accidentally made.

Butterfly felt sorry for her mother and agreed with me: don't speak loudly, walk lightly, and be careful when flushing the toilet. Not to mention the TV phones, all turned off.

I'm okay with that.

The most unacceptable thing is that when you are with the butterfly at night, you can't make the slightest noise. After a long time, I didn't even have any interest in her. Of course, Butterfly was pregnant, so, gradually, she didn't bother to care about my interests.

Our family basically lives by gestures.

The butterfly's pregnancy reaction is getting bigger and bigger, and the old lady Marxist-Leninist's health is getting worse and worse. The president discussed with Dieyi and hired a nanny to take Mrs. Marlene back to her hometown to recuperate. So, this home is run by a butterfly with a big belly.

I was horrified to find that Tranquility and Weakness were just a beautiful flower padded jacket for Butterfly, and when she changed into a gray cloth apron after marriage, she became a capable and strong little woman like her mother. I basically have no say in this family, and at home and outside the home, no matter how big or small, it is up to the butterfly to decide. Butterfly's temper is getting bigger and bigger, and the slightest mistake on my part may make her angry and hysterical.

Female colleagues told me that women have more mood swings during pregnancy, and they are fine after giving birth.

After surviving the winter, her daughter was born.

Unexpectedly, after the birth of her daughter, Die's words and deeds became more domineering and arrogant, and her temper became more irritable and irritable. Compared with Mrs. Marxist-Leninist, it is even better. She didn't want to communicate with me in any way, she only had her daughter in her heart and eyes. Except for the fact that I was in the same bed with her at night, I was basically air. Later, I was deprived of a sleeping place because she was worried that I would be sleeping on my daughter. I also happened to be quiet, so I moved back to the nanny room where I lived before I got married.

That's fine, and I put all my energy and mind into my work and poetry.

I worked harder, and often volunteered to ask the newspaper to go to other places for interviews, and the farther away I went, the better. In fact, I don't want to go home. What's more, I've fallen madly in love with poetry, and in Butterfly's words, I've become a poet. I even often skipped work and locked myself up at home to write poems, so I offended the leaders of the unit and angered Die and her parents. But I didn't care about it. I can put aside all worries and distractions to create a poem, and I can wait for a poem to be born. I often sit in front of the computer all night, let my soul enter the paradise of poetry, let my life swim in the blue sea of poetry, the sea of poetry is boundless, and the goddess is smiling......

Thanks to that hot summer, thanks to the dead ghost brother Zou Jian, and thanks to that windless night, "Lao Zou's Love" made me famous in the island city in one fell swoop, and I became a "famous poet" overnight!

That summer of self-amusement, I wrote countless poems that "circulated" on the island city network. I turned on the computer and read my poems one by one, and I was shocked and moved by my poetry and talent again and again. A feeling of a jade tree in the wind and a king in the poetry arena is always born spontaneously in my heart.

Lady Luck favored me again.

One twilight with the clouds hanging low and the bats scurrying around, I turned on my computer and received an MSN email from someone claiming to be the editor of the Hong Kong Rose Garden Publishing House. He said that he had been following my poetry for a long time, and that he loved my poetry very much. He said that they were interested in publishing a collection of my poems at the Rose Garden Press, and he asked me if I would like to cooperate.

"Yes!"

I answered him without any hesitation. No matter how stupid the poet is, the island city will understand that publishing a book of poetry is the greatest move to establish the status of the poetry world. I even became a little short of breath, and almost my legs trembled and I replied to the editor: "Thank you for your attention and understanding of the poetry art of the island city, and thank you for your love and promotion of my poetry works." I am very willing to work with you to publish my poetry collection. ”

I waited patiently as soon as the email was sent.

A few days later, the Hong Kong editor replied to me. He said that he had compiled all the poems I had published on the Internet, and the name of the poetry collection was "Drifting in the River of Years", and asked me what my opinion?

"Good!" The title of this poetry book lit up my eyes and I was pleasantly surprised.

The Hong Kong editor predicts that my poetry collection will be the greatest poetry collection of this century. He said: "There is no one, only one. And, at the end of his letter, he revealed, "Our president has decided to ask a translator to translate your poem into English......

"English!"

I was even more pleasantly surprised.

This undoubtedly tells me that my poetry will go out of the world and into the world!

Birno, please wait for me!

Gosri, I'm going to destroy you!

I am full of ambition and confidence.

Soon, I received an email from the editor's MSN: I have completed the compilation of "Drifting in the River of Years", and I have asked the president to make an exception for early publication and print 100,000 copies for the first time! The poetry collection will soon be on the shelves of all bookstores in China!

I understand that in this era when it is difficult to publish a single poem in the blue sky, to be able to publish a poetry collection with a circulation of 100,000 copies is simply a big hole in the blue sky.

The email once again predicted: "This will be a collection of poems that has caused a sensation in the world poetry circle, and its cultural and commercial value is immeasurable!" ”

At the end of the email, he said: "In order to make the poetry collection pay smoothly, the publishing house hopes that the author will pay 50,000 yuan in printing fees first, and return it to the author together with the manuscript fee after the poetry collection is published." ”

This end made my heart "sink" a little. "Is this a self-paid ISBN?" I asked.

"It's definitely not at your own expense, it's an advance. Our publishing house does not sell ISBNs. The editor emphasized.

"Sinking" for a while, and soon relieved. Think about how many poets in our island city have worked hard all their lives, and in the end, they have to pay for themselves to buy a book number from a publishing house and print hundreds of copies to give away. I was very lucky to have made this "advance", so I didn't think much about it, and remitted the money according to the account provided by the editor.

After the money was remitted, I waited for the day when the ink-scented poetry collection would be placed on the shelves of the island city and the whole country.

I bask in the bliss of a book of poems that is about to be published. The sun is so bright, the world is so beautiful, I can't even walk.

That night, I dreamed that I had stepped into the largest bookstore in the island city, and at a glance I saw that my poetry collection "Floating in the River of Memory" was standing majestically in the green light next to the poetry collection of two old poets in our island city, rape flower and wall grass, who had always looked down on my poetry, and ridiculed me behind my back. Now, their poetry collections can be described as crowded and deserted. And in front of my poetry collection, there was a lot of traffic, and it was crowded......

"Hahaha!" I laughed maniacally and sat up on the bed.

"What are you doing?" Butterfly was awakened by me, and she rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at me sitting at the head of the bed.

I jumped out of bed and wandered around the room, looking around.

"What are you doing?!" Butterfly looked stunned.

"Find the sack!" I shouted.

"What are you looking for sacks?" She asked me sharply.

"Go to the bookstore and load the money!" I say.

She jumped out of bed, threw herself in front of me, and slapped me. Then, apricot eyes widened, stared at me, and squeezed out three words from his teeth: "God-Sutra-Disease!" ”

There was a burning pain in my face, and I woke up. Looking at the butterfly, I was dumbfounded for a while, and silent for a while.

One evening a month later, Ji Meng turned into a nightmare when I was caught off guard.

I sat in the living room watching TV, and Butterfly was playing on the couch with her daughter in her arms. I was stunned by a live news: Recently, the Macheng Public Security destroyed an underground publishing gang. Wang Hai and Wang Rong, peasant brothers from Henan, pretended to be editors of a Hong Kong publishing house to help poets from all over the country publish poetry collections, provided false book numbers, and tricked poets into paying high publication fees......

The TV showed a catalogue of the manuscripts they had scammed, and I saw at a glance that my poetry collection "Drifting in the River of Years" was on the list!

The world is chaotic, and the heavens and the earth are spinning. At that moment, I almost fainted in front of the TV.

Butterfly looked at me, picked up her daughter, and turned back to her room.

The door was open, and she sobbed as she counted my ninety-nine and eighty-one crimes—mediocrity, indifference, selfishness, obscenity, no interest, drunkard, no responsibility, vanity...... In the end, I regretted how I could have fallen for me when I was blind.

I endured the butterflies' resentment and complaints.

I walked into the study, sat down at my desk, lit a cigarette, and the smoke filled the air.

"God-scripture-disease!" The sound of butterflies scolding kept echoing in my ears.