He sent her a WeChat message saying that he had gone downstairs. At this point, she had just taken care of the man on the bed and looked at him fixedly. Five years later, when he was handsome and free, he was helplessly lying on the bed, body

He sent her a WeChat message saying that he had gone downstairs.

At this point, she had just taken care of the man on the bed and looked at him fixedly. Five years later, when he was handsome and free, he was helplessly lying on the bed, his body was fat like a balloon, except for a few simple and vague words, the wonderful past has slowly disappeared into memory.

She pushed open the glass window of the sixth-floor balcony and leaned out halfway. The black car downstairs was quietly parked on the side street not far away waiting for her. The night was like the sea, and the lights were like a hallucination, reflecting on the roof of the car and swinging on her heart.

You wait. She replied.

She began to dress up. Although I have passed thirty years, I still do not lose the charm of a woman. The round face and mushroom head that have remained unchanged for many years, the bright eyes have no longer the purity of the past, adding some fine sorrow. At that time, he was handsome and sunny, tall and mighty, which made her feel lifelong. He would often give her a small surprise: a bouquet of flowers, a sunset date, a surprise kiss, a guitar pop out of the youth to make her fascinated. Such a man, which woman is not moved?

Drink!

The man on the bed shouted.

She had just half-applied lipstick and rushed over. I've just drunk water, so why should I drink it again?

Not long after they got married, she had twins, one called Left Left and one Called Right Right. It was during that time that this idol, who had been the idol of many girls, betrayed her. She held back and forgave him. But he was like a drug addict, unable to contain it. At that time, she secretly cried every day, and in despair, she told her father. While he was sleeping, his father hammered him into the way he is now. Her father's temper bought a ten-year sentence, but he left it to her.

She blew carefully, tried the water temperature, and handed it to him. He saw the half of the lipstick on her lips and smiled, still smiling the same as before. It was all his smile that made trouble, and if she hadn't been, she wouldn't have been so hopeless. He waved at her and motioned for her to leave. She didn't know what he was thinking now, and her heart was beating faster.

Are you down? He asked her in WeChat.

Almost there. She replied.

In fact, behind the scenes, she had already asked a lawyer to start calculating her share of the house. How much is the down payment, how much is the bank loan, how much is the monthly payment, and so on. The lawyer calculated very carefully: how to divide it before marriage, how to divide it after marriage, how much to save, how much to have children, how much the mother-in-law can get, how much the rights she claims can get, according to the law, one by one to calculate the account for her, she is a little dizzy. The mother-in-law wanted to occupy the house exclusively and let her get out of the house.

She was also seriously thinking about the man sitting in the car downstairs at this time.

It was also this car, she sat in the co-pilot's seat, and the man in the car said softly: You have been suffering for so long, it is time to relieve yourself.

She said, I have two boys, twins too.

He said, it's okay, I like boys.

She said that I may not be able to keep my job, always ask for leave, and the boss has long wanted to open me.

He said, "It's a big deal that you're a full-time wife."

She also said that I was actually very materialistic.

He smiled, in fact, not material women are more terrible. If you have anything to worry about, say it all.

Speechless, she looked at the rose in his hand, took it, gently placed it in front of the windshield of the car, picked it up again, squeezed it in her hand and slowly swirled it, looking sheepishly at the drop of crystal water on the petal.

She continued to wear her makeup. How long have you not put on makeup? She couldn't remember exactly. Splashed with a faint grease powder, changed into a small short shirt with black spots on a white background, changed into a knee-length denim skirt, and a pair of light brown high heels. Her eyebrows outnumbered the faces of many young girls on the street, and she was still young.

When she appeared in front of his bed, there was light in his eyes. He snorted, then stopped talking, and with some difficulty raised his right hand and motioned for her to leave.

She read what he meant, turned, opened the door, and closed it gently. She heard a loud hum on the bed in the back room, as if crying, as if laughing.

She went downstairs and silently counted the floors: five, four, three, two, one...

When she got to the first floor, she stopped and sent him a WeChat message to the car: I am a little uncomfortable today. Another day.

Then he turned around and walked quickly back home, opening the window of the balcony and looking at the car downstairs. It still stopped there, waiting. After a while, the headlights came on, and there was a slight hesitation, and then slowly disappeared into the night.

She resigned.

Before long, there was a small shop on the street that specialized in buns. At the time of the meal, the steaming buns are freshly cooked. Dressed in a long apron, she greets diners who come and go warmly.

Her shop name is her own #Emotional Emotion#, called Downstairs.