In the days of Lin Liu's mother's house, she kept thinking about the question: "How to cross the bitter sea to reach the peach orchard on the other side?" Without financial independence, it is difficult for a woman to control her own destiny. As a result, the dream of starting a business gradually sprouted in my heart.

A week later, Lin Liu still lived in her mother's house. I couldn't sit still in the summer, feeling the risk of marriage. When he found out about Dashun's visit to Linliu a few days ago, he was even more worried. After all, Lin Liu is a famous beauty within a radius of dozens of miles, and she has worked hard to get it, in case Lin Liu divorces herself, it will be a huge loss. He carefully planned to invite Lin Liu home.

In the summer, he visited Dashun and asked Dashun to help him invite Linliu back. Dashun couldn't shirk it, and Xia said: "They are all brothers of the same family, don't look at the face of the monk and see the face of the Buddha, let's help the brother, and make up for it later." After all, Dashun is a cadre in the village, and his ideological consciousness is relatively high, so when he saw that he couldn't shirk it, he agreed to go with Xia to invite Linliu. In the summer, I stalked and invited the village women's director to go with me. In the summer, a generous gift was prepared, which included two bottles of good wine.

As soon as he entered Lin Liu's house, Xia first took out two bottles of good wine, met his mother-in-law, put the good wine on the table, and then knelt on his knees and shouted: "Auntie, I did something wrong, you tell Lin Liu, let her go back." "Because Xinghua's maiden family is also in that village, according to generation, she should be called Aunt Xing in summer. Xinghua saw that Summer admitted her mistake like this, and brought her favorite liquor, so she was angry and invited Summer up. Xinghua persuaded her daughter to go back to her mother-in-law's house. Dashun and the women's director also persuaded each other. Lin Liu didn't plan to divorce, but when he saw that the village cadres were coming, it was better to give everyone face, and he didn't insist on going back. Summer kowtowed to Lin Liu again and said: "A thousand mistakes, it's all my summer's fault, I'm not a human being in summer, pigs and dogs are not as good, please forgive me, I promise I won't beat you in the future." As he spoke, Summer "poof" slapped himself twice. The women's director took the opportunity to say: "Impulsiveness is the devil, you were impulsive, and you hurt Linliu, you see what a good daughter-in-law Linliu is, if you beat your daughter-in-law again in the future, I will not forgive you from me." Okay, Linliu will give you this chance, get up, let's go. Lin Liu picked up his things, took the children, and followed them back on a tractor.

When I got home, my mother-in-law greeted Dashun and the women's director warmly, and was lukewarm to Linliu, but said to my little granddaughter: "My granddaughter is really good, the longer she grows, the more handsome she becomes." ”

At night, Lin Liu kept silent. Summer began to show off: "The sales performance is getting higher and higher, this month's income is twice as high as before, and I will become the richest man in the village." My boss even promoted me to be a manager. "It's a lot of fun. In Lin Liu's view, what he showed was the attitude of a villain. This stimulated Lin Liu to work hard and strive to make a career for himself.

In the summer, Yang begged to do his homework with Linliu. Lin Liu did not shirk or cooperate, and passively coped with business. In Lin Liu's heart, the shabby and meager love that she had finally cultivated made those two slaps disappear, love was gone, and the highest state of love she once thought had become so mechanical and boring. After that, summer snorted like a pig. Lin Liu couldn't sleep, and wrote a diary in English, the contents of which were translated into Chinese, to the effect that:

It's hard to be a man, it's harder to be a woman, it's harder to be a beauty, and it's even harder to be a beauty. Life didn't give me good wine, but it gave me bitterness, where is the dream? Where is the road? Where do I go?

After writing the diary, just after feeling sleepy, Shang Yula's "Erquan Reflecting the Moon" sounded in my heart again, and the poignant voice sounded in this silent night.

Love, which has died, why is it resurrected in the middle of the night......