Miniature novel: A suspense cruise exposes an emotional crisis, and the wife eventually becomes a transparent person

Finally, when it was time to leave, my wife and I boarded the ship one after another. Standing on the side of the ship and looking back, after a week of roundabouts, how will we go ashore?

It doesn't matter whether the cruise ship is called Princess or Pearl, what matters is that the facilities on board are extremely luxurious. Our double cabin is also very comfortable, 5 star standard room, which is a good place to stay with a partner.

I had a penchant for reading, and I brought Marquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude with me, and my wife brought a half-knitted sweater with her. We used to have a little bit of controversy about that. Doesn't it say to enjoy the holidays and what to do with books? You can't eat and sleep all the time for a long week and watch the scenery, you have to have time for spiritual life. What's going on with sweaters, how many thousands of dollars are you going to spend on a boat to hit sweaters? My wife looked at me with disdain and said, spiritual life.

After a sumptuous dinner buffet, I fell into the couch reading a book, entangled in the fate of the Buendia family. My wife asked me, did you see the poster, there was a dance tonight. I didn't seem to hear it, I didn't seem to hear it, I didn't make a sound, or I didn't think about how to answer it. Ten seconds later, the wife threw down her sweater and snatched the door and left.

Does she go to the ballroom to meet new people or enjoy the boundless darkness on deck? I kind of regret it. An hour later I started worrying about her safety and had to put down my book to find her. I searched everywhere she might go and didn't find her, thinking she might have gone back to her room.

really.

The moment I opened the door, I felt something strange. I saw through my wife's body the object behind her. As she walked around the room, images of portholes, chairs, and writing desks that were supposed to be blocked by her all overlapping her body appeared in my eyes. I rubbed my eyes hard and the symptoms eased slightly.

It was an eye problem, and I had to go to the doctor when I went ashore. In order not to worry her, I did not tell her.

The next morning we had a pleasant breakfast and then went to the back deck to watch the seagulls. At this point my eye disease was completely gone. The wife said, you know, seagulls are also monogamous, but the wife can better carry the baby when she does not have a husband. There are words in the words, and I don't know how to answer them.

Then read the book. Colonel Aureliano and a dozen lovers gave birth to a dozen little Aureliano, and finally died of loneliness. I sighed at what had happened to him. The book in his hand suddenly flew out of thin air, and it turned out that his wife had taken the book away.

Let's go to the movies, don't you love to watch movies? The wife is talking about the past, when watching movies was an important activity in love. I stretched out, got up and went out with my wife.

I slept soundly in the theater, but I didn't know that my wife was deeply moved by the love in the movie. As we walked out of the theater, my eye disease recurred, and it became more severe, and my wife was left with only a sketch-like silhouette in my eyes, and she even lost the color of her skin and the pattern of her clothes. I was a little panicked.

Panicking and suspicious, after dinner I told my wife I wanted to go to the bar for a craft beer.

I came back to the room at two o'clock in the morning and my wife was not in bed. Where will she go at this time? After two hours of fruitless searching, I had to turn to the police on the boat. I told the officer that because of football, I had a very opportunistic conversation with my new friends in the bar, and one bottle of beer turned into two bottles of three bottles and four bottles, and it turned out that I was late.

With that, I led the officer to my door. Open the door and the room is empty. But the officer politely said to the air, hello lady, disturbed, have you been in the room? I heard the answer coming out of nowhere, yes, I've been there since last night.

The officer said to me, dude, you drink less.

After the officer left, I questioned the empty room, is what you say true?

The invisible wife replied, I have always been there.