Xin in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, after some dressing, still has a very elegant temperament. This morning, she had been fiddling in front of the mirror for a long time, her face carefully dressed, and she seemed to be back to the style of eighteen years old.
Thinking of the changes in the past few months, her heart was still running like a deer chased by hunters, and two red clusters suddenly surged up her cheeks. She had asked herself more than once: Is this good?
At an old classmate party three months ago, she met her first love, Ye Wen, who had been assigned to a foreign country ten years ago, and now she was back in the city and became the vice president of a large group.
At first, because her family did not allow it, the two of them endured the pain of breaking this relationship. At the dinner party, the old students all held wine glasses and congratulated Ye Wen, and her mood could be imagined. She tried desperately to avoid the two burning eyes, but she couldn't stop. When the four eyes are facing each other, the flow is just like a river of spring water, stretching with tenderness. Gradually, she was overwhelmed by alcohol and fell drunk in the middle of the table. It was the well-meaning and event-loving classmates who coaxed Ye Wen to pick her up and put her in his car, and let his BMW take her to the park lake to blow the wind and sober up.
She was awakened by the breeze by the lake and found Ye Wen watching her with affection.
"Old classmate, have you had a good life all these years?" This is the opening remarks of the two men sitting on a stone bench by the lake.
She laughed but didn't answer.
So he said again: "Marriage is like shoes, comfortable or uncomfortable only you know, others can't understand, right?" ”
Who says it's not? She and her husband, seven years of marriage, just like the shoes on the feet, although they are selected according to their preferred size, but just put on the always unaccustomed, run a little more, the foot is still painful. In the first few years, the two bumped into each other, and the fight was not less quarrelsome, and later, just like the shoes were worn soft, each other gradually adapted. Seven years later, the shoes are used to wearing, but they are worn out and do not look very pleasing. Now she saw that her husband, who was busy all day, diligent and accomplished, was not very pleasant.
Ye Wen was divorced and single, and launched a step-by-step offensive against her. For three months, he sent her a variety of date invitations, which she hesitantly accepted several times.
Today is Xin's new calendar birthday, and it happens to be a rest day. Half a month ago, he told her that he was going to take her to the cinema to see a new play, and he also had dinner with her, and the two of them relaxed and had fun.
She didn't sleep well for one night. She looked at her husband who was snoring on the side and complained: Dead man! Just know to work, if you know a little style, take a leave tomorrow, no longer go to overtime, play with me for a day, or send me a red envelope, please me, I will run with others!
After lunch, she still had some hesitation. She hid in the bedroom, took out a coin, threw it face to face several times, no interest, forget it, go out and play once, what can it be!
The six-year-old son, an elf ghost, saw his mother dressed so beautifully, so he asked, "Are you taking me out to play with you and have a big dinner?" ”
"No, son, today my mother presided over the company's commendation meeting, and the children can't attend." She made up lies.
"I'll sit quietly and take a look, okay?"
"No, there are too many things in the company to take care of you, so I'll send you to my grandmother's house first, and then I'll go to the company." As she spoke, she scolded herself in her heart for being a liar.
"Can you look at my recent paintings?" The son asked again.
"Of course it depends! What did you draw? She asked her son in surprise.
In the blink of an eye, the son ran to his small room, took out a crayon drawing, held it up to his mother, and said, "The teacher praised me for painting well, and asked me to give it to my parents as a gift of love." ”
She slowly unfolded the scroll, and what appeared in front of her was a family of three snuggled close together. On the left is a woman with long flowing hair and a quiet smile, on the right is a serious father with a beard and glasses, and in the middle is a cute and innocent grinning little boy. The son painted the color of the characters very brilliantly and dazzlingly, and a line of very large words was written on the screen: Happy Family.
Her hands trembled a little, and her eyes stared at the picture for a long time. Violently, she picked up her son and kissed him fiercely. After the phone rang again, she answered the phone in the bedroom, and when she came out, she told her son that the company had temporarily cancelled the event, that her mother would not have to attend tonight, and that she would now have to accompany her little baby.
"Then when Dad comes back, let's give him the pictures together." The son carefully drew the picture. "Okay, we'll keep your gift and take it out for later memories."
While stroking her son's face, she quietly wiped away a tear that spilled out of the corner of her eye.
——Xin in the text, in his son's painting, suddenly awakened, the cliff to restrain the horse. The seven-year itch of marriage is not a reason for an affair. Husband and wife, watching out for each other, each fragrant. However, the world is troubled, most of the sentient beings are involved in mutual dislike for a lifetime, individuals have personal burdens and pains, have their own troubles and frustrations, no one has the obligation to shelter each other from the wind and rain, booing cold and asking for warmth, lowering a little expectation may help us find a little happiness more easily.
A good intimate relationship is not about expecting something from the other person, but about actively perfecting oneself. The lover is not used to meet your needs, and instead, he may be used to stimulate you, reflecting the lack and anxiety within you.