After eating that night, Wang Chu and Yang Zhizhi slept in the same bed again, they hadn't seen each other for more than four years, and these two childhood sweethearts, who grew up together, had already changed from the innocent and ignorant girl to a woman when they slept together again. They just looked at each other for a long time. In just four years, the childlike dream is gone, the childish smile is gone, the fantasy future is gone, and what is in front of you is the trivial and cruel reality of pots and pans.

When they were children, Wang Chu and Yang Zhizhi lived in a company, and the two went to school together, went home together, and slept together at night. Her mother often objected to Wang Chu's failure to return at night, so she often climbed out of the window in the middle of the night and came back again when it was almost dawn.

At that time, Wang Chu was most envious of Yang Zhizhi's natural good brain, after the teacher finished each class, she had already put all the knowledge into her brain, and she didn't need to read a book to get good grades in the exam after class. The key is that she can memorize a book from beginning to end without a hint. It's Wang Chu's turn to memorize, and it's already very good to be able to stammering a chapter.

"Remember when we slept together and endorsed each other? You can put together the history books and memorize them backwards, you don't know how much I envy you for having a good brain, I thought you would be able to get into a good university in the future, unlike me, who was the last in the class every year. Wang Chu said.

"What's the use of a good brain? It's not college yet, and I haven't made it, and my life is not good, where is it like you, find such a good husband and marry yourself. ”

"Do you really think he's as good as you see?" Wang Chu's nose was sour and sour.

"Isn't that good? What else do you want? People have given you enough face outside, and it's enviable to look at. ”

Wang Chu pursed his lips, the sourness in his heart was just that Yang Zhizhi didn't see it, "Tell me about you, what are your plans for the future?" ”

"What else can I plan, go find a job first, I have to support myself, such a big person, I can't reach out to my family to ask for money."

"Well, that is, in this life, there are really too many unsatisfactory, grasp the present, work hard in the future, make money, don't wronged yourself."

In the dark room, Yang Zhizhi sighed lightly, Wang Chu's sigh was not heard by anyone, not even herself, they had not seen each other for more than four years, and the two chatted until midnight before falling asleep.

In the few days she spent with Yang Zhizhi, Wang Chu found that her personality had changed a lot from before, in her eyes, powerful men were the most attractive, and she ranked money second, because powerful men must not be far behind in terms of economy, and men like Li Xiangyang are the best.

"In the future, if I look for my husband, I will look for Li Xiangyang's standard, I have both power and money, and in the future, I will be happy." Yang Zhizhi said.

"Don't think that about Huihui." Wang Chu told Yang Zhizhi with his profound experience in the past four years, "When looking for a man, you must first find someone who loves you, and the attitude of the man's father towards his mother is very important, don't blindly want to find a powerful person, but ignore the essence of a person." Have you ever watched the TV series Don't Talk to Strangers? An Jiahe is a well-known doctor in the medical field, but what is it like at home? In what way did her marriage with Mei Xiangnan end? It's like your marriage, why didn't you think that your ex-husband would beat you up before you got married? These are not visible before marriage, so you really have to be cautious. ”

Yang Zhizhi nodded incredibly, "You have a point. She thought for a moment and tilted her head, "Well, why do I feel so wrong?" From the time we talked to the present, I have always felt that you are prejudiced against Li Xiangyang, I think he is so good to you, and he cares about your feelings when he talks and acts? Why aren't you happy with him? ”

"I'm not dissatisfied with him." Wang Chu frowned, "Yes, he is very good, has an education, has a very good salary, is handsome, and is also clean, these are all right, if you want to choose the other half, don't just look at the surface, it's best to understand all of him." ”

Yang Zhizhi shook his head coldly, "I really can't figure out what you think, I think Li Xiangyang is very good, people still have to know how to be content." ”

"Maybe." Wang Chu could only answer her like this.

Take Wang Chu's classmates as an example, most of the female classmates came out of high school and chose to get married, and there are many people who marry into the company to farm the land, and those with slightly better conditions do some small business in the regiment headquarters, and they can't earn a lot of money by getting up early and being greedy. A small number of them choose to go to a college degree, but after graduation, they still can't find a job, and choose to work outside to make ends meet. A very small number of students in the class entered the university campus to realize their college dreams, and they didn't know what kind of difficulties they would face when they walked out of school in the future, so Wang Chu had no choice but to cheer himself up and be content.

But another experience made Wang Chu dispel the idea of "contentment". On the day Yang Zhizhi left, she had an unpleasant quarrel with Li Xiangyang, because Yang Zhizhi said a sentence before leaving, "Chu Chu, treat your family Li Xiangyang well, I think people are very good, be content." ”

When he said this, Wang Chu had already clearly felt the yin and yang changes on Li Xiangyang's face, and not long after Yang Zhizhi went out on his front foot, he first sat alone on the sofa in a daze for a long time. She taught writing in Li Haoran's room, and after a long time, he called Wang Chu's name. When she shouted it the first time, she didn't know it, and the second time she shouted it, it was obviously much louder.

"Chu Chu, didn't you hear what I called?"

Wang Chu walked out and closed Li Haoran's door, "What's so loud?" Still with a hail of bullets? ”

"What did you say about me in front of Yang Zhizhi? Do people make you content? ”

"What can I say? I didn't tell her anything, huh? ”

"You haven't said anything? Didn't you say that people make you content? Your girlfriends can see how good I am to you, you can't see it, can you? ”

"Did I say you treated me badly?"

"Did you say that you know in your own heart, Chu Chu I have already given you enough face, how can I praise you when your girlfriend comes? You don't know how good I am to you, do you? But how did you defeat me? Where is the face you give me? You're a shame on me. ”

"How did I defeat you? How did I disgrace you? ”

"You haven't embarrassed me yet?" Li Xiangyang was displeased again, and overthrew Wang Chu with a 'snap', her arm touched the coffee table, cutting a long hole, and the blood dripped on the ground, he didn't pay attention to the blood on her hand at all, "Warn you." He inserted the fruit knife on the coffee table plate into the sofa pillow, "In the future, clamp your mouth to me, and say anything else, shame." With that, he slammed the door and walked out.

Wang Chu was shocked by Li Xiangyang's behavior, and at some point, Li Haoran was already standing at the door, staring at her blankly. "Mom." When Li Haoran saw the blood on her hand, he immediately cried in fright, "Your hand is bleeding." ”

"It's okay son, don't cry." Wang Chu didn't care about the blood stains on his hands, and hugged Li Haoran in his arms with pity.

"Mom, do your hands still hurt?"

Wang Chu shook his head, "Mom doesn't hurt, don't cry son, don't cry." She pulled out two pieces of paper on the coffee table and wiped Li Haoran's tears.

That night, after Wang Chu lulled Li Haoran to sleep, she stayed quietly on the balcony alone for a long time, she looked at the bright street lamps outside the window, and her heart was infinitely hesitant. This incident did not completely dispel her idea of "contentment", but she felt that there was no hope for life to go on like this. In the four years that he has lived with his mother-in-law, Li Xiangyang has indeed done a good job, not nagging, not scolding, not getting angry, and in the eyes of outsiders, he is more considerate and caring for her. But less than a year after moving into the building, they seem to be back to the state they were in when they first got married. All his disguises are only when there are people, in front of Chu Chu, he seems to be exposed in his true form, showing his true face.

That night, when Li Xiangyang came back, it was already midnight, and Wang Chu had already slept in Li Haoran's room. He walked into Li Haoran's room, squatted down, pulled her hand away to look at the wound, and after she woke up, she shook off his hand, turned her body around, and hugged Li Haoran tightly.

For a long time, Wang Chu didn't say a word to Li Xiangyang, she got up on time every day to cook, pick up Li Haoran to and from school, and then write at home. After nearly a year of training, her news writing level has gradually improved, and more than 60 newspaper articles have been published in a year. She was rated as an excellent correspondent at the division level by the division and regiment, and the regiment also rewarded a large amount of manuscript fees.

When Li Xiangyang took the manuscript fee back, he also had an exquisite gift, and Wang Chu opened it to see that it was a Nokia 5230 mobile phone.

"The group rewarded you with a manuscript fee for your efforts, and I, as a husband, will reward you with a mobile phone."

"Thank you." Wang Chu was very pleasantly surprised.

"How are you going to spend the manuscript fee?"

"Save it, and there will be more places to use it in the future."

"Yo, my family finally knows that they will live."

"After all, it's your hard-earned money."

"It's okay, you can buy whatever you want, and I'll have it when I'm done."

Wang Chu smiled lightly, a trace of soreness welled up in her heart, she didn't move her because of Li Xiangyang's words, she was just thinking, "If you take my feelings into account more when you are angry, it will be a hundred times better than doing these intimate things." ”

At the end of the year, Wang Chu was sent to the XPCC to participate in the training of correspondents, and on that occasion, more than 300 news writing correspondents from various divisions of the Corps came to participate in the training.

The 40-year-old has spent more than 20 years studying news writing, publishing monographs and giving lectures in various places, and has become a well-known news expert in the news media, creating amazing achievements in the news industry. But he collapsed his body alive, the cervical spine was seriously protruded, and the postoperative water accumulated, resulting in his body unable to stand upright like a normal person, lecturing with his head biased, standing for a long time and getting tired, teaching for more than 40 minutes, he still stood on the podium to teach.

Wang Chu admired him very much, she admired the spirit of the strict teacher, admired the wisdom that emanated from him, and his handicap did not affect his study in the press at all. His brain thinking is still there, the ideals he pursues are still there, his dedication and fame are there, his deep gaze and his quiet smile are also there.

Wang Chu also felt that only if she paid would she be rewarded, and she suddenly had to rely on her three-legged cat's writing skills to become a big tool at all, and she had to face writing with an attitude of grinding an iron rod into a needle, hoping to leave her own shadow in the literary world.

Although it is journalism training, Wang Chu still loves novels, she thinks that a good novel will definitely leave a deep and long-term impact on the film and television industry, more people say that writing news can make a job, especially Li Xiangyang is no exception, let her want to participate in the work, more than her desire to create novels. But no one can control her thoughts, she just wants to exert her super ability in her own world and keep going on the road of novel creation.

Adhering to the concept of grinding iron rods into needles, Wang Chu's second novel began to create, she chose a story about the people around her with the theme of the Corps, set up a framework, set up ideas, and began to create.

In order not to be distracted, Wang Chu put down the camera in her hand, put down the news writing, and concentrated on studying this novel.

If you are too involved in writing, you will inevitably ignore the trivialities at home, pick up and drop off Li Haoran, cleaning, cooking and laundry, and more importantly, ignoring Li Xiangyang. After eating every night, Wang Chu had to stay in front of the computer until twelve o'clock in the morning before washing up and going to bed, in order to avoid disturbing him, she had to choose to sleep in Li Haoran's bedroom.

It is common to have less oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea at home, when cooking, it is either less salt or less soy sauce, and even less rice and noodles are common, especially to pick up Li Haoran from school, several times the teacher called to urge, Wang Chucai closed the computer to pick up, and when he went, there was only one child in the kindergarten.

"Li Haoran's mother, next time I come to pick up the child early, our teacher will also go home from work to take care of the child."

"Okay, I know, teacher, I'm sorry for your trouble." Wang Chu apologized and took Li Haoran's hand, "Baby, are you in a hurry?" Mom will pick you up early next time. ”

"Mom, every time you come to pick me up so late, my classmates are finished, I still have to wait for you here, wait and wait, and the teacher calls you before you come."

"I'm sorry, baby, I'll pick you up on time next time."

Not only that, but the hygiene of Wang Chu's home is obviously not as clean as before, and when he lives with his mother-in-law, even the bedroom is cleaned by his mother-in-law, so he has more time to write novels. Since she went upstairs, her favorite thing is to put on her favorite music, keep the room spotless, open the window, serve a glass of honey water, and let a breeze blow through the window. At that time, she felt that life was sunny, the breeze was fragrant, and every part of the room was full of vitality.

Since Wang Chu wrote novels, the coffee table in the living room was often messy, clothes were stacked on the sofa, and the bowls for eating in the kitchen were in the sink, waiting for the next meal to be washed.

Li Xiangyang was extremely unaccustomed to this, and once at the dinner table, he couldn't help asking, "What are you doing this day?" The room is not tied, the meals are not made on time, the children are not picked up on time, and even the news is written less. ”

"I'm doing big things." Wang Chu replied.

"Do big things?" Li Xiangyang looked at Wang Chu, "Hmph, I guess you're writing a novel again." ”

"I've been writing for three months, and you just found out? I don't know you much about me. ”

"Didn't you notice? How long have you been without me and rolling a bed? You only have your novels in your eyes now. ”

"Hao Hao is also very important in my heart." Wang Chu corrected, she suddenly felt that she had ignored Li Xiangyang's feelings, "Of course, you are also very important. This sentence was quite contrary to her intentions, and she immediately served Li Haoran with vegetables to hide her inner humility.

Li Xiangyang tugged at the corners of his mouth, dissatisfied, pounding the food in the bowl, "I don't know how important I am." Then he left the table without a few bites.

Wang Chu shrugged her shoulders and frowned, thinking about it carefully, she hadn't entered Li Xiangyang's room for almost a month. That night, after she arranged for Li Xiangyang to sleep, she didn't write a novel anymore, and deliberately changed into her favorite red pajamas, and gently pushed open his door, but when she saw his tired and boring face, she suddenly rolled up her sleeves, "Hey, I don't believe it yet, you can stay up for another month, I'll write a novel, goodbye." As soon as he turned to leave, he pulled her down on the bed.