The graveyard of married love

Text/Tenren

A person's life is short. Fragile life cannot carry too much load. When you hide your face and sigh, time has passed.... The days of hurt and pain can never be worn away from the tormenting soul at all times.

One

It was a humid and sweltering summer day, and early one morning a 120 Jeep was galloping westward. Stopped abruptly at the gate of a commercial supply and marketing agency and got off the car four. Five young men in their twenties knocked on the door of the supply and marketing agency and ran at a dazzling pace toward the accounting office.

I was awakened in drowsiness by a sharp knock at the door. The dawn was still coming, and the inside of the house was shrouded in gray. I couldn't help but feel a stir: Could it be them? I subconsciously glanced at the bottle of pesticide filled with empty ink bottles that I had stuffed under my pillow last night, and opened it in a panic and was still knocking on the door of the house.

As expected, it was Wang Chun. The enemies on both sides of us were extremely red-eyed and stalemate for a moment, and then I turned back and sat down on the edge of the bed. Wang Chun and they rushed in, blocking the room that was both an office and a dormitory.

Their arrival was also expected by me. But I did not expect that they would come in this form; and that they would come so suddenly. My mind went blank, facing a few pairs of tiger-eyed eyes; my brain couldn't think of anything but thought: End this catastrophe as soon as possible. At this moment, I feel that there is no other choice. I pretended to take toilet paper from behind; I grasped the bottle of enemy fear that had been prepared from under the pillow, stood up with my hands behind my back, and said, "I'll untie my hands, please get out of the way." Then I unceremoniously rushed out of the wall of people surrounding me, went to the women's toilet in a panic, quickly unscrewed the bottle cap, and raised my left arm holding the pesticide...

When I was about to drink the enemy's fear on my back, a man's large hand clamped my wrist like a pincer from behind, and the dead control of my left hand, I stubbornly resisted. He squeezed open my fingers clutching the bottle; he snatched the bottle of pesticide from my hand. This man's name was Yi Bin, and he was Wang Chun's colleague, and at this time the situation was chaotic, and I wanted to flee and rush straight to the gate; Wang Chun and his gang rushed out of the house, intercepted me, and surrounded me. At this time, there were many people around us, some of whom were from our supply and marketing cooperatives; they came to protect me. The other part is idlers who come in from outside.

At the critical moment when our two sides were facing each other, Guo Shuhu looked at him and hurried to arrive. He kicked the bike stand hard and held the bike steady. When he came near us, he said loudly with a serious expression: "I am here today, and no one is allowed to come here." In a moment of silence, everyone's eyes were on Guo Shu. Wang Chun and his gang had no rut in front of Guo Shu. He suddenly pulled the registration card out of his bag and shook it in the air in front of everyone. I said, "Okay! Isn't that what I meant!

I got on my bike and headed straight for the registration desk. In front of the registrar, Wang Chun seemed helpless, he sat on the bench, grabbed the table, and hooked his head deeply in the crook of his arm and was silent. I urged the registrar Kaneki to quickly go through the formalities for resignation, and Kaneki smiled and said, "If you agree, what about Xiao Wang?" "Do you disagree?" Hurry up and sign. I urged Wang Chun from the sidelines. He slowly raised his head from the crook of his arm and said weakly, "I'm going to meet your father, I'm listening to your father, and he says whatever he wants."! "Okay! I fulfill you". In fact, it is useless for you to see my father; how can your own father not defend his daughter and turn to you? I think so.

It was not yet eight o'clock, and Father had not yet gone to work. Wang Chun told my father about the marriage license he received a few days ago and now he has retired.

Clinker, the father who had never lost his temper; with a red face with green tendons on his neck, said, "What are you doing here?" Why not consider getting a registration card? Since you have received it, you have to go with others.... "At this moment, my self-esteem is peeling off in front of others.

—To be continued—