But the next day, the problem came again, just when the girl came home from work at noon and still didn't think of a countermeasure, she suddenly found that the school grass was busy in the kitchen, preparing their lunch, she couldn't help choking a little, it seemed that all the effort was worth it, but when the girl walked to the kitchen door, she trembled suddenly, and the cells of her whole body rushed to the cliff like a roller coaster, and her eyes were as huge as a light bulb, because she saw the baby's half-headed head in the basin, and the face distorted by edema. And the school grass was excitedly looking for kitchen utensils there, the girl's heart was completely dead, she silently picked up the kitchen knife, and swung it at the school grass she had loved for many years. ”

Tick... Tick.... Tick, the room was quiet only the sound of the wall clock swinging, I could hear it, the cigarette in my hand had already burned out, I took a breath for a long time, and then the whole body was like soaking in ice water without a little temperature, the cold hair gradually stood up, I glanced at the woman with some fear, the gloves on her left hand became more and more shocking, I swallowed my saliva, pulled open the quilt, picked up my clothes and pants and got out of bed, "It's not early, I think I should go." ”

The woman didn't reply, just looked at me with a special look, I got dressed and was about to leave, when suddenly there was a sound of keys inserted at the door, and I looked back at the woman in fright.

"Oh, my husband is back from work, you go to the kitchen first." The girl's face was as calm as ever.

Hearing this, I was suddenly not so afraid, on the contrary, I was relieved, a story is a story after all, I quickly hid in the closet, there were no clothes in the closet, there was a lot of space, but how could there be a strong smell of urine? I scratched my head in confusion, looked around again, and suddenly thought of something, and quickly pulled open the kitchen, and there was an extra layer of iron fence outside the kitchen.

The woman stood straight outside the fence, still looking at me, and I suddenly understood that the look was like that of a hunter looking at his prey in a net.

"What are you doing here?" I growled.

The woman just looked at me, suddenly showed a weird smile, and put her head close to the bar, "That story actually has two endings. ”

"What?"

"Another ending is that after the girl witnessed the baby's corpse, she picked up the kitchen knife and did not kill the school grass, but used the baby to make a bowl of delicious broth for the school grass, and thought of a countermeasure, that is, to seduce the man home every night and then kill him." The woman smiled again and looked at me trembling all over, "Remember what I first asked you?" You promised me. With that, he walked towards the kitchen.

I looked at her back in horror, my crotch getting soaked.

"Nope! No! No—" The whole building echoed with my cries of despair.

End

The man looked at me calmly, nodded at me, got up quietly, turned to leave, I stopped, looked at the unfinished notes, and sighed deeply, this is also another story about love, but why does love often become a burden? Like ghost wives, love, the people in it are like this, imprisoned by love, tormented by love.

People have to deal with the relationship of love correctly in order not to turn this love into harm, but the strange thing is why I always feel a strange feeling in the face of these love stories.

I picked up my pen and wrote the title of the story in this chapter—soup.