Time flies, Song Chang and I have been married for two years, and our married life is happy, even if there is occasional friction, it is a small episode in life.

When he made me angry, he would deliberately say loudly that he was going to throw it away in vain, and then he would walk around the yard with him in his arms, and come back to tell me that he would persuade him not to be angry in vain, and that he would forgive me for the cat's sake.

I like the peaceful and happy life now, every day, with the warmth he gives me, and every season, with him by my side. I hope that year after year, another year, I will not be afraid of anything with him by my side.

If it weren't for him, I would never have found out how compatible we were.

Our married life is not defined by traditional ideas, it is all about how to be happy. We don't take the standards of outside couples as our own, and we never play a role. I don't have to play the role of a good wife and mother to take care of him, and he doesn't have to play the head of the family.

Marriage is two people who are compatible living together, nothing is necessary, it is a mutual feeling. If there are so many rules, it will lose its meaning.

Oh, and there's good news – I'm pregnant, and I'm going to be ready for a new baby in a few months.

Actually, I didn't want to have children in the first place, not to show that I was independent, or to think it was cool not to have children, for no reason, I just didn't want to have children.

And after careful consideration some time ago, I decided to have a little baby.

Now I'm about three months pregnant, and everything is fine, it's just ...... I'm a little scared about being a mother.

I thought back to my own mother, but I couldn't find the image of my mother as a "woman". For as long as I can remember, my mother has been just a mother, as if my mother had transferred her soul to me, and since then the woman before marriage has disappeared and has been replaced by a mother.

I don't know if it's cranky, I became anxious and even a little depressed. In my case, only the love I feel is love, and I will never make excuses for my husband. I clearly felt ......

(This is a little sweet article, which won't scare the reader at the end haha)

I felt that my husband loved me more after I became pregnant, and this fear I had dissipated.

My husband thoughtfully studied all kinds of labor knowledge, and he said that although he couldn't bear the pain of giving birth for me, he hoped that I could go through everything smoothly.

As the day of unloading approached, I was feeling a little nervous and worried. But I'm more worried about my husband than about my children, he seems to be more worried than I am, and I'm really a little afraid that I'll have a baby, but he has postpartum depression.

I love my wife very much, more than I imagined, and I have come to know this.

Many couples have made the transition from love to affection, but my love for her is continuous, rising, and infinite, and I firmly believe that I will always remain in a state of "love" for her.

My sister Lanxi said that I was affectionate, and I smiled, maybe.

For me, if I decide to have a child, it must be because I want to have more experience in life, I want to have a deep and wonderful connection with another living being, not because of the discipline of this society or the pressure of others.

My wife and I agree on this, and we never have any moral burden or shame when we don't want children. There are so many beautiful things in the world, there are many ways to enjoy life, and the experience of life is not only reproduction.

After consideration by both parties, we recently had a baby.

I'm happy that my wife is pregnant, but I'm actually nervous. I read a lot of books about childbirth and learned about the way to give birth to a child with anesthetics, and suddenly I choked up.

It hurts, it hurts, it's like walking through a ghost gate.

The pain of the anesthetic was only the beginning of the birth operation, and there was more pain after that, but I couldn't bear it for her.

I caressed my wife's belly, wondering if it was a boy or a girl in my belly, what kind of temper it was, and who I would meet in the future?

These questions excite me and make me sad.

Every generation has its own difficulties, each generation has its own life, and I secretly said to myself in my heart: I must give this child a lot of love, and have enough courage to face it when he/she encounters difficulties in the future.

"Yo, Sun Bo, what kind of wind blew you here? It's been a long time since you've been here. ”

Sun Bo left the federation a few months ago, and no one knows why.

"What, I'm coming to see my good brother, and I have to tell me in advance?"

"Where."

"I'm here to say hello to you, and by the way, I wrapped a red envelope for your future child."

"Sun Bo, you ...... It's too early, the baby is still months away. ”

"It's not early at all, a few months are just a blink of an eye, so you can take it anyway."

"Then I'll take it first, but when the child is born, you must come and drink the wedding wine."

"Okay, I'll be here then, then I'll go first."

"Hey-" Before Song Chang could stay, Sun Bo waved his hand and walked straight out. It wasn't until Sun Bo came out of the door of the association that he took out his mobile phone and typed a few words.

Sun Bo came just now, but Liu Han stayed in the room and deliberately didn't go out. Suddenly, the mobile phone at the bedside lit up, and the lock screen wallpaper was a wedding photo of her and her husband, and an "unread" covered half of her husband's face.

She double-clicked to open the message, from Sun Bo, with only a simple sentence: Song Chang is worthy of entrusting for life, I wish you more and more happiness!

She read this sentence again and again, and seemed to see from it how many times Sun Bo had considered it before typing these words.

I was in prison, which was brightly lit all year round, but also dreary, dark, and lifeless.

Perhaps, one needs to be completely confined to the body in order to attain true spiritual freedom. Being cut off from outside information has quieted my heart a lot.

I've been pursuing freedom all my life, and sadly, I was wrong from the beginning, and I had no chance of freedom when I killed Yang Zhexuan.

I was given a suspended death sentence, and now two years have passed, and I will die soon.

All of this is my own fault, self-inflicted, everyone makes mistakes in life, so the difficult thing is not to get others to forgive, but to ...... Forgive yourself.

During my days in prison, that girl was my only sustenance.

I want her to stand in the world she loves, sparkle and forget about me.

I closed my eyes and imagined the regretful and fond memories of me and her, feeling like I was being put to death by lethal injection, and the warm venom flowed all over my body. It's so peaceful, so beautiful, that I don't even have time to care that I'm going to die.

Everyone has a past, but not everyone has a chance to start over. Whether the sins of the past will accompany you for a lifetime or for a while is a form of atonement, and it is far from enough.

May all of us be given forgiveness, freedom, and serenity.

In the past two years, every time she went to visit Yang Zhexuan, she couldn't wait for him, he refused to see her, she asked the prison guards about the situation, but the prison guards didn't say a word about him.

The news seemed to be closed to her, she didn't know what sentence he was sentenced to, she could only go to see him again and again, until recently, she finally saw him, of course, through the phone and the glass, she couldn't touch or hold him.

What kind of mood did he have through every day in prison?

Living with the wicked, such as entering the abalone, and not smelling its smell for a long time, it will be dissolved with it.

He recognized the thief as his father, did not feel the warmth and kindness of others, and only learned the cold killing skills.

He told her that he was not the real Yang Zhexuan, but whether he was called Yang Zhexuan or any other name, it didn't matter to her, she had always loved him as a person.

"An Yao, please forget me, I'm about to go to another world." He smiled, pleasantly, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

What!

After knowing what happened, she felt a deep sense of powerlessness. She felt that in the end, it seemed that knowing and not knowing were the same result, even if she knew the sentence he was sentenced, she couldn't do anything, or even do anything.

yes, what can she do, what can she do for him, go to prison? She could only watch her lover leave, but there was nothing she could do.

People are so annoying, trying their best to know the result, but never thinking about whether they can bear the result.

After finishing her dream exhibition, she took one photo after another with her fans, in which she was surrounded by fans with no sadness or joy on her face.

Forgetting when, she slowly developed a habit: look up at the clouds.

She had never looked at clouds before, but as her paintings gradually became famous, her life became tight and fulfilling. She knew that starting an art exhibition was not her end, and she had a long way to go. She gave herself a lot of pressure, and when she was stressed, she looked up at the different clouds in the sky, and there would be an inexplicable relief.

"An Yao, please forget me."

How has the water passed away, and how has the past been forgotten. She thought she had forgotten him, but she saw people who were similar to him, but she could tell exactly how different they were.

No matter how hard she tried to forget, his appearance of smiling and crying was deeply engraved in her memory and never faded.

The first love in my life ended in tragedy. It was an unforgettable sorrow, it was a brand, deeply seared on her heart.

This time she looked up at the clouds, either because she was under pressure, or she simply wanted to see it.

Clouds have no fixed shape and color, they are colorful and unpredictable.

The clouds at dusk are even more beautiful and brilliant, and the natural relationship between light and shadow is the most pleasant.

She stared at the indescribable shape of the clouds, which looked like a blend of lake blue and snow blue, and she was fascinated.

It wasn't until the clouds fluttered in the wind, leaving behind that pleasant color, that she gradually came back to her senses.

She thought it was a cloud, but after looking at it for a long time, she realized that it was the sky.

The clouds drifted farther and farther away, her expression calmed down, but there was an unbreakable beauty on her body, the feeling that nothing could crush her, or it could be said to be open-minded.