When love is labeled as a beauty

My Joy: Embracing a beautiful woman.

Marrying a beautiful woman has been my long-cherished wish since childhood. I love beauty as much as I like wine. I have a writer friend who often writes a few bad poems when I'm drunk and once told me that wine is as famous as beauty. Without wine, beauty can be drunk; without beauty, wine can satisfy the desire. A sentence broke my heart and added another layer to my good feelings for beautiful women.

By chance, I went to see my grandmother, and on the way I met Lin Xiaoxuan. She is very beautiful, 1.65 meters tall, fair skin, cherry mouth, big eyes, thin eyebrows. Coincidentally, she actually lived next door to my grandmother's house.

I began to pursue her passionately. I remember that Lin Xiaoxuan was half-hearted. I know how arrogant beauty is, but at the same time I also know that beautiful women love money. If you try to add how much possessions your family has, you can guarantee that the beauty will voluntarily throw it into your arms before you reach out.

Yes, that's what I did. In less than an hour I exposed my family. Because I am only 1.68 meters tall, I need to add another weight under the premise that my own conditions are not good enough. I said that my mother was the general manager of a state-owned enterprise, and my father had been in the company for more than 20 years, and his family had a house, a car and a villa. I told her for no reason that her facial expression was calm and that her tone had not been altered at all. After that, I still looked at her with a calm expression, and I knew what would happen after my words. Sure enough, I saw her flapping her arms and flying into my arms like a bird.

Now that I think about it, her behavior at the time was really disgusting. However, I was already half drunk at the time.

We fell in love. After falling in love, I found out that to fall in love with a beautiful woman is to be a horse, because they seem to be born to enjoy the food of the brocade, and it is your honor to marry them. So even if you're a horse, you have to pull a red cloth to cover your hair and push beautiful women like a grinder. Year after year, when a horse loses patience and endurance, it can bring life to normal operation.

The second time I was alone with her, the day after we first met, I touched her hand. I found a topic to talk to her, so I clapped her hands and said, "Hey, you know what...", and she said "Oh, that's right" and took my arm. In this way, our feelings stride forward until it gets dark and stick together.

To be honest, having her that night, I was very unhappy in my heart. I thought, a woman who gave herself so easily, can you still expect her to be chaste to you in the future? In addition, she was a beautiful woman. But it was only a momentary thought, and I was fascinated by her beauty again, so I couldn't take care of anything.

I think it's probably a common problem that people often make. Before the great danger comes, people always consciously or unconsciously avoid the small warnings around them. At the time I already knew that she had a lot of bad habits, such as laziness, selfishness, indifference, and lack of empathy.

I saw with my own eyes that she refused to buy medicine for her seriously ill mother. She was lying on the sofa in the living room making a mask while her mother's moans, cries, and even curses came out of the bedroom. What puzzled me even more was that she had made a mask for the whole afternoon in a room across the wall from her seriously ill mother, amid her cries. After I helped her mother buy medicine, I was very upset. Later, I asked her what she was thinking, and her beautiful mouth actually spat out four words, "Old immortality."

This is the sixth month we have known each other. I found that some of the personalities of the beautiful women around me really shocked me, but I found that I really couldn't resist her beauty and the satisfaction of my vanity. So just six months after we met, I married her home.

I'm angry: Beauty fierce.

Unexpectedly, on the wedding day, we had a fight.

Supposedly, she had no reason to argue with me, and the location, grade, and banquet of the wedding banquet were almost exactly according to her intentions. I booked 100 tables at the most luxurious Marriott hotel in Chongqing and invited Bai Xiaojun and Pang Zuyun, the most famous comedians in Chongqing's entertainment industry, to join.

During the wedding feast, I was very excited to see her. There was no doubt that she was satisfied with the wedding feast. But I don't know why, after lunch, she suddenly turned pale, said that she was in a bad mood, wanted to go into the house to rest, and insisted that I rest with her. I said so many guests and classmates and friends outside, how can I leave them to sleep with you? Furious, she threw pillows and quilts at me and cursed me. In a fit of rage, I hit back at her. My mother heard us arguing in another room and hurried to dissuade her. She stared at my mother with her eyes.

I love my mom very much and respect my mom at the same time. I always thought my mom was the most capable woman in the world. Her disrespect for my mother immediately broke my heart.

At this point, I really couldn't put into words my anger or sadness at the time. As the saying goes, newlyweds quarrel every day. It means that it is unlucky to quarrel on the day of marriage. On the day of the wedding, if the bride and groom quarrel, they will not be at peace for life. This seems to be the mantra of our marriage.

After getting married, we really had a small argument for three days and a big argument for five days. Sometimes, we feel like the quarrel isn't over yet, but we have to fight together. I don't know why, but I hate women who swear and hit people. During that time, I hated all women.

I sometimes think that if a man loves all women because he loves one woman, then that woman must be the cutest woman in the world, goddess or angel. Similarly, if a man hates all women because he hates one woman, then the woman must be the devil or Satan.

I also reflected on my mistakes. I think the crux of our problem is the lack of communication, but I find that she doesn't seem to need that stuff. She only needs makeup, dressing up and skin care, and apart from that, eating and drinking. Sometimes, I would look closely into the eyes of this beautiful woman. When you find it really beautiful, when you really find it empty, you can't help but want to do two actions. Touch it gently first, then punch it again. But I still longed to get closer to those eyes, which may have something to do with my desire for a good married life, so I look forward to an equal and friendly exchange with her, even once.

But whenever I think of this idea, I find myself so sad—the sadness of a highly cultured man: such a man and his wife have never had a successful conversation. She spoke rudely, saying "Mom" in three sentences, and her loud voice made me wonder how a thin woman like her could make a fat man cry. Usually, in the midst of this rough rant, I'm either tired of trying to flee immediately or secretly resolve not to have a second conversation.

At this time, we had just married, presumably the sweetness between the corners of the mouths of the people who had come to eat candy had not been erased, but the heart was cloudy. I thought about divorce, but as soon as this idea came up, I was immediately defeated by another idea, which was worldliness. What does the world think of a person who has just had a vigorous wedding and divorced a few days later? Especially this guy is a rich kid!

For the first time, I vaguely felt that there was something more important in the world than money, and this kind of thing could especially affect a person's emotions.

I know this thing is called love, and it made me understand its importance in pain, but I was never asked to try its sweetness.

My confusion: can a beautiful woman marry?

In the monotonous cycle day after day, I found myself once with a faint sadness in my heart. And this sadness, from a point to a circle and then to a surface, spread from under my feet, so that I could see the depression ahead.

At that time, I was in the building materials business in Shapingba, and the business was so good that I was a little impatient. One day she told me she had. Only then did I see a glimmer of joy in her eyes. But I don't know why, when I looked at the lights, disgust rose in my heart, but soon an unexpected joy rose in my mind, rising: I wanted to see how this woman became ugly during pregnancy!

I was shocked when I came up with this idea, as if she wasn't her own woman, and she just happened to be the one with the low quality and bad intentions, looking forward to the beginning of a farce with this woman as the protagonist. Now that I think about it, I had this idea just to show one thing: I don't love her anymore. If I had ever loved her, it would have only been six months before we got married, and she was my lover for 180 days.

When the child is 3 months old, her pregnancy reaction is particularly large. In order to improve her mood, her mother specially accompanied her to the North Sea and hired a tour guide for her. No, the problem is with this tour guide. The tour guide was a handsome and charming young man. According to my mother, she had seen some clues between them at that time, but she still couldn't connect her occasional sudden disappearance for half a day with the male tour guide. After all, her belly is not small.

Finally it was revealed by me. When she came back, she had sex with me and suddenly and boldly played a lot of tricks. However, when we used to have sex, it was very monotonous. I immediately became alert and asked her, and she said that she had learned it on television, and I did not delve into it. But then I found out that she often texts late at night. Once I was curious and peeked at a few text messages and saw someone calling her wife. Enraged, I smashed her phone.

A few months later, at the end of last year, she had a baby. Late one night, when she kept texting, I couldn't help but peek again. This time, when I saw it, my blood rushed to the top. After I smashed my phone, we got into a fight. She told me bluntly that she had slept with the tour guide, so I told her bluntly that there were two words "divorce".

The next morning, I walked into her bedroom from another bedroom. She was lying on the bed and I was sitting on the edge of the bed. I calmly told her that we could not live any longer. She was silent. I looked at her beautiful face and smelled the warm smell emanating from her bed. I suddenly felt despised. I used to think that beautiful women were not in the same shape as ordinary women, but that was all. And the so-called beauty, once she does not have an equally beautiful heart, her shell is undoubtedly like the plum blossom spots on the deer. It's better looking, but what's the point?

When love is labeled as a beauty.

Originally, beauty and love, each with its own words, are irrelevant. Because beauty is the most valuable label in the world, it is plastered everywhere. When it is attached to love, the tree of love will immediately become a rare tree called beautiful, and it will sell for a good price.

Originally, beauty and love could not be exchanged for money. Because beauty is scarce, it just happens to be rich and thick, and the waist is wide. In order to show its superiority and induce it, aimei became synonymous with money. In fact, comparing beautiful women with ugly and mature women should not be a problem.

But now men seem to like beautiful women, so it's easy for them to make choices, so Wen's story plays out every day.