When I am old, what do I regret the most in my life?
What I regret the most is that I am sorry for this good woman.
I was not good-looking, very woody. The point is that there are many siblings, a large family lives in a house, and my parents simply cannot afford to buy me a house.
I didn't have the qualifications to pick a girl, and I was not willing to find a girl I didn't like.
Dragged around, I became an older leftover man.
The neighbor girl introduced me to her classmates, and I met this girl once at the neighbor's house.
It was my neighbor's old man who suddenly fell ill, I used my bicycle to take the old man to the hospital, the rescue was timely, and the old man was saved. The neighbor invited me to dinner and thanked me.
I went to a neighbor's house that night to see the girl and learned later that I had made a good impression on her.
The girl was not in love, and her liking for me was immediately discovered by the neighbors.
Neighbors said that the girl's home was in good condition and that she could live in her house after marriage.
The girl is quiet and quiet, although she is not too beautiful, she is not ugly, and her white skin is one of a hundred.
After less than a year together, we got married, and the next year gave birth to a beautiful fat son.
I thought that life would go on like this.
The tide of layoffs hit, and I, who had been working comfortably, bore the brunt of the layoffs.
I spent thirty years interpreting the life of a generation.
At that time, half of the ten people were bosses, and I took out all my savings, and I took part of their savings from my mother-in-law, hoping to be a self-employed person and a boss.
A year later, I lost my money.
My daughter-in-law is simple-minded and never complains about me.
After staying for two years, my daughter-in-law took money and bought me a small stall in the wholesale market to engage in the wholesale of small daily necessities.
Things were scattered, and I couldn't take care of them when I was busy, so I had to hire someone.
This person is a woman, in her early thirties, who is also a laid-off worker.
We can talk very well, she was born in a famous miscellaneous courtyard, and she is a social old oily taste. The mouth is quite strong when selling goods, sweet to kill the individual when soft, and bluff the individual when hard.
As soon as the income increased, her family bought a large TV and installed a telephone. At that time, there were really not many people who installed telephones, and her family's living standard improved a lot.
Once, my daughter-in-law came to see it in the afternoon, and the two of them were chattering about homely things.
In the evening, my daughter-in-law told me that this person could no longer be used, that she used to wear old clothes when she worked, and now she actually bought a new down jacket to wear. Her home also has a telephone, and the ribs are all fine.
I also had doubts in my heart, and I had already found that the payment received several times was not right, so I promised to dismiss this person as soon as possible.
I didn't expect this woman to be very scheming and saw my thoughts. Change your clothes frequently every day, and your hairstyles range from long to medium-straight to short curls.
At lunch, she fed me the delicious food in her lunch box, and from time to time she burrowed her body into my arms.
I was impressed, she would sell goods and be flexible with people.
My daughter-in-law was born into an intellectual family and worked in an institution, which was particularly rigid. Especially after giving birth to a son, he devoted himself to his son. When my son was four months old, she went to work, and she was so busy every day that she hardly felt anything for me.
After a while, my daughter-in-law found out that I had not fired the man and was very angry. I came to talk to her and wanted to fire her personally.
Entering the wholesale market and seeing the two of us snuggled together, her face turned pale little by little.
I was in a conflicted mood and had to give up this small deal.
In the next two years, I opened two more small shops, which together took more than half a year.
For the rest of the decades I lay flat and didn't want to do anything.
Later, my temper grew, and I once injured my daughter-in-law twice, and it was common to scold her.
My parents-in-law went out of town many years ago, and the house is completely ours. The daughter-in-law's salary is not low, enough for a family of three to live an ordinary life.
When my son was in his junior year, I drank alcohol and beat my daughter-in-law violently.
Her ears were injured and inflamed, and she could only hear clearly if she lowered her head. Once at an important meeting, she sat across from her superiors.
After the meeting, the leader told her direct supervisor that she did not respect people, and she kept her head down during the meeting.
My daughter-in-law didn't explain anything, and since then, she has never quarreled with me again.
Her son graduated from college and joined the workforce, and she did not hesitate to file for divorce.
At this time, we had already sold the old house, and my father-in-law gave part of the money, bought a new house, and lived in a large and bright house.
I don't want a house for anything, even though she says I'm a scoundrel.
The daughter-in-law offered to sell the house, and the house cost one and a half. I disagreed, using my son as an excuse, saying that my son will soon find a partner, and I will leave a home for my son.
She said: My home is my son's home, why can't the house be left to me and my son?
I couldn't talk about her, so I spoke with my fists.
Her son is her weakness, and to give her son a decent home, she is willing to do it no matter what.
After months of filing, I gritted my teeth and wanted a house. I even picked up a kitchen knife and asked her to kill me, she was pale and trembling uncontrollably.
I learned from the daughter-in-law of my best classmate that she filed for divorce to deter me and change the domestic violence.
The daughter-in-law of a classmate looked at me with contempt and said: It was your scoundrel face that broke her heart, and she knew that she had married the wrong person.
She took her clothes and rented a bedroom close to her home, the other where a middle-aged woman lived.
She would come back to help my son with hygiene and laundry when I wasn't home.
She bought a lot of books for her son, hoping that his son would be a man with knowledge, responsibility and responsibility.
Soon, I met a southern woman on the Internet, who began to live peacefully with me, and rarely came back after going back. Every time, I ask for money and change the furnishings at home.
Some classmates came as guests, saying that my family has changed too much and is rustic. In the past, my home was a complete set of solid wood furniture, mainly white and silver gray, elegant and fresh.
I guarded a large house alone, and my heart was empty.
I have no income for decades, but my ex-wife bought me pension insurance and medical insurance, so that I have no worries when I am old.
I was afraid that I would not look for a job when I was tired, so she paid my salary and handed it to me.
She never said a word that made me have no dignity, for fear that I would feel inferior.
My mother-in-law's family really helped us financially, and spiritually it didn't make me embarrassed.
The old man told his daughter: It's too cold in winter, don't force him to go out to find work. It's too hot in summer, don't force him to catch fire.
I hurt her several times, but she didn't say a word to her family.
Now, I'm old enough to have a pension, and I'm doing better.
The house is still occupied by me, and I heard from my son that his mother has never bought a house.
I know that when my son got married, she even took out her salary for the month.
Now my hair is completely white, my eyes are dizzy, and all kinds of problems are constantly appearing.
In the dead of night, I occasionally think of my ex-wife and want to say to her: I'm sorry.