Chapter 581: Mourning

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I don't lose my mind as a woman, so why does that old man and Bing'er's ex-husband even have to abandon his wife who is 12 years younger than him? A man who is nearly half a hundred years old has dyed his hair yellow, and he is swaggering in front of his ex-wife in his early 20s with a newcomer in his early 20s.

I'm afraid that age really doesn't explain the problem, and some people just don't respect the old. I feel that Bing'er was miserable by him, could it be that he is rebellious and stubbornly gets married in winter without waiting for the spring flowers to bloom?

I was mourning the loss of my youth, and I felt that my mentality was no different from that of my mother when I was 40 years old, just full of emptiness and panic. It's the first time I've hit a child, the first time I've cried, the first time I've cared about a stranger, and the first time I've seen a netizen......

I went to ** to see netizens come home, my husband thought it was very strange, he saw that netizens sometimes didn't go home for more than ten days.

Bing'er and Zhenzhen wondered how I could tolerate my husband having fun outside, and they felt so scared when they were alone at home that they didn't dare to sleep alone. I don't think I'm bold or ruthless, I hope he can live happily, after all, people's lives are not very long, and youth is even shorter. I can find fun in the pile of old papers, I can't let him be a bookworm like me, right?

On the Internet, I often see women complaining that men are ruthless and unromantic, and what do you say: Before you are about to fall asleep, please take a look at the woman sleeping next to you and see if she is sleeping peacefully......

I think it's very pitiful, women can't manage their own emotions and make themselves happy? Why do you have to ask men to give it? Can't you give men happiness, can't you give you a peaceful sleep?

Things are so unexpected, they care a lot about what time the man comes home and often calls to urge them, one is gone, and the other is gone forever. And my man is still pretending to be my fan online and offline to make me happy. He said that after trying a long lap, he would go home and follow my baton, which would be more profitable.

Undoubtedly, youth is the happiest time of life, and this happiness is entirely due to the fact that it is full of hope, not because of what is gained and what is escaped. I've always wanted my man to be a little happier and less troubled, and that he can do what he loves without worry. Don't lose hope like I did.

Underneath the crumbling ruins, I also lost my faith. I began to re-examine the path I had traveled, and since I was 14 years old, the document that symbolizes success and fame was not sweat but blood.