The morning light is slightly dewed, and the ticking of the clock slowly echoes in the quiet room between the messy bedding. Xiao Ru was lying on the soft bed, looking at the hazy sky outside the window, but there was a strange feeling in her heart.
My husband Minghui had just left, and my mind unconsciously replayed their early morning intimacy, which was a small ritual they had maintained since they got married, always giving each other some warmth before he left. But today, when he hurriedly dressed, kissed her forehead a little tiredly, said "Xiaoru, I'm leaving", and then hurried out, Xiaoru's heart was suddenly clouded with an imperceptible haze.
She got up and made up her bed, as if she could hear their silent conversation.
"Are you too tired today so early?" Xiao Ru asked softly, with concern on the corner of her mouth.
Minghui was wearing a suit, and his slightly messy hair reflected his handsome early morning, and he replied, "It's okay, the project is coming to an end, just finish this time." ”
"That's... You pay more attention to rest and don't work too hard. Xiao Ru gently arranged his tie.
He chuckled, "Got it, my little butler." ”
Then, he hurried away, leaving her with only a back and the sound of the door shut. The atmosphere at home seemed to be different from usual, and there was a hint of loneliness in the air. Xiao Ru was busy in the kitchen, preparing his favorite breakfast for Minghui, but today's food lost its former aroma and the satisfaction of being filled with warmth. She sat at the dining table, her fingers gently rubbing a pair of clean dishes and chopsticks, and her eyes inadvertently revealed a little confusion and thought.
She remembers that when she first got married, no matter how late Minghui came back, he would always bring her a supper, even if it was a simple bowl of steaming pancakes with soy milk. She also half-jokingly said: "You're a 'night home', how can you be more punctual than a car, and send me a 'peace of mind package' every night." He would chuckle and reply, "It's my 'homework' that I have to do, how can I not be on time." ”
But since he was promoted, overtime has become the norm, and there are more socials from time to time. At first, Xiaoru thought that this was just temporary, but after a long time, she felt that the days seemed to be a little different from what she expected.
Xiaoru knew that she should find some fun in this boring marriage, maybe to start learning a new trade, maybe to take Xiaojing's advice and try the part-time job she said she could do from home.
"Worry doesn't solve anything. Xiaoru told herself silently, then cleaned the dishes and chopsticks after breakfast, made herself a pot of tea, sat quietly on the balcony, bathed in the warm morning sun, and pondered what she should do next. In the blink of an eye, the days passed like a white horse, Minghui's overtime became more and more frequent, and late return became his norm.
Minghui always said: "During the critical period of the project, you can't work overtime." Hearing these words in Xiao Ru's ears, it was both familiar and unfamiliar, she could feel his hard work, but there was also a hint of loneliness.
"Minghui, do you have to work overtime tonight?" Xiaoru asked tentatively at dinner.
"I'm sorry, Xiaoru, the company is really busy during this time. Minghui said apologetically, "I promise to accompany you as soon as I'm done." ”
Xiaoru smiled and hid the question in her heart: "Okay, then come on, I'll wait for you." ”
When the sound of wheels running over in her ears was no longer the sound of wheels, but the faint flashes of fireflies in the night, Xiaoru began to wait quietly in the living room, waiting for a complete home, waiting for an ordinary daily life. But too frequent absences made Xiaoru's heart begin to add doubts, and she decided to use her own way to unravel the fog in her heart.
On the other hand, she struggled to find a new focus in her life and followed Xiaojing's advice.
The relationship between Xiao Jing and her is extraordinary, and there is almost nothing to talk about: "Xiaoru, it's better to try this part-time job, you can not only earn some extra money, but also enrich yourself." ”
"Is it really possible? will it affect the family?" Xiaoru was still a little hesitant.
"Look, how do you know if you don't try? There may be a lot of interesting things. The encouragement and expectation in Xiao Jing's words cannot be ignored.
With the thrust of Xiao Jing's back, Xiao Ru began to pick up some manuscripts on the Internet to write, and she found that she had such a passion for words. With each keystroke, the story flows on the screen, and Xiaoru's heart stretches with it.
Outside of work, Xiaoru still maintains her observation of Minghui. However, as time passed, the silence of the meal became heavier and heavier, and the sweet words became rigid and less warm. Late one night, she even found the movie ticket stub in Minghui's pocket, and the clear time on it was what he called "overtime".
At that moment, Xiao Ru's heart shook violently, and her suspicions seemed to find corroboration. She decided to find an opportunity to have a good talk with Minghui and uncover the truth. "Minghui, look, what is this?" she put the ticket stub on the table at breakfast.
Minghui was slightly stunned, but quickly calmed down, "This is the last time I accompanied the customer to see it, don't think about it." ”
Xiao Ru nodded, and although her heart was still full of doubts, she decided to give each other some more time.
Her writing gradually became well-known in the small circle, and Xiaoru gradually found a balance between work and family. Although the income from writing cannot be compared with Minghui, the satisfaction it brings to her soul is beyond the measure of money. Xiaoru, who tasted independence and self-worth, tended to be peaceful, even if she still had doubts about Minghui, she gradually understood that some things need time to prove. At a moment when everything seems to be getting better, Xiaoru's life is suddenly shattered by a chance discovery. Late that night, Minghui returned home as usual, and it was already quiet and moonlight.
While doing the laundry, Xiaoru pulled out a crumpled shirt from his pocket - it had lipstick marks on it that didn't belong to her. That bright red, like a knife, pierced her heart sharply.
The next day, instead of making breakfast as usual, she sat in the living room with the lipstick print in her hand. Minghui was in a hurry to prepare to go out as always, and suddenly found that the dining table was empty, and he couldn't help asking, "Xiaoru, where is breakfast?"
Xiao Ru looked up and handed him the shirt, "What is this?"
Minghui's face changed suddenly, and he hesitated: "This, it may be which one is careless..."
"Accidentally, do you know what you're talking about?" Xiao Ru's tone was full of anger and disappointment.
Minghui was silent for a while, and then tried to explain: "I really didn't do anything to be sorry for you, and I don't know what's going on with this seal." ”
Xiao Ru didn't ask any more questions, she knew that she might be facing a deeper rift. She began to adjust her work and focus more on writing. As time passed, Xiaoru's talent in writing became more and more recognized, and her part-time income even surpassed that of Minghui.
Such a change has caused discussion among both families. "Xiaoru, are you earning more money than Minghui now?" asked the mother-in-law as if pointed.
Xiao Jing interjected on the side: "If you have the ability, no one can stop you, this is Xiao Ru's own efforts." ”
"But this family is still up to the man, Xiaoru, don't be too presumptuous. The mother-in-law's words were full of displeasure.
Xiaoru responded calmly: "Mom, I'm not writing to beat anyone, I'm just doing what I like to do." ”
Xiaoru's self-esteem and self-confidence, as well as her increasingly independent financial ability, gradually provoked the criticism of those around her and the conflict of traditional concepts within the family. Minghui listened silently on the side, not knowing what to do.
He felt guilty and powerless, and the flaws in his marriage seemed to come to the fore all at once. The burden on his heart was heavy and depressed, and he began to realize that he had to make changes for the sake of this family.
In this tense and conflicting atmosphere, the mother-in-law said hurtful words again: "A woman's family should still focus on the family, don't be so showy." ”
The waves in Xiao Ru's heart made her realize that she couldn't be so negative anymore. That night, she stood up firmly: "Mom, my writing is my own choice, and I will also handle the relationship between family and work." Minghui and I are both working hard for this family. ”
Family conflicts and inner struggles make Xiaoru more determined in her direction. At the same time, she is well aware that if the problem between Minghui and her cannot be resolved, then all efforts will be in vain. After a series of misunderstandings and conflicts, the relationship between Xiaoru and Minghui reached the peak of tension. Until one day, Xiao Jing persuaded each other at dinner: "Xiaoru, since you have doubts in your heart, it is better to sit down and talk about it, it is better than suspicion." ”
Yes, communication may untie the knot. Pushed by Xiao Jing and her relatives and friends, Xiao Ru and Minghui sat in the living room of the house together, both of them a little nervous and expectant. They began a sincere conversation.
"Xiaoru, I really didn't lie to you about the marks on the shirt that day. Minghui said in a firm tone, "That night, it was true that a customer accidentally got it, but I never thought to explain it. ”
Xiao Ru looked into his eyes, looking for a sincere look, "I don't want to suspect you either, but your late return, coupled with those small details, I began to be afraid." ”
After a long conversation, Minghui finally talks about the recent work pressure and the challenges he faces, while Xiaoru shares the happiness that her loneliness and writing brings her. This conversation was like a timely rain that washed away the dust of the heart, and their relationship was repaired by sincere communication.
"I have my faults too. Minghui said softly, "No matter how busy we are at work, we can't ignore the communication between us." ”
Xiaoru nodded, "I write for self-realization, but family always comes first." ”
Through this conversation, they not only cleared up misunderstandings, but also reached a new consensus on how to balance work and family. They agreed to give each other more time outside of work, and tolerance and understanding became their new way of getting along.
As a result, the family atmosphere has become more harmonious, and the relationship between relatives and friends has eased. Seeing all these changes, Xiao Jing smiled with satisfaction: "It seems that true love can still overcome all difficulties." ”
The evening breeze is warm and the night is gentle. Minghui and Xiaoru stood on the balcony, watching the lights of the city, and they understood more about each other. However, everyone knows that life will not be smooth sailing, and there are always new challenges waiting for you. But at least at this moment, they came together.
"Minghui, you say, can we always support each other like this, understand each other, and grow old together?"