Someone has read such a novel.

Romantic encounter

According to this book, there are many ways to meet a beautiful girl.

Like going to the library.

As usual, the museum is very deserted. The smell of books is mixed with the warm smell of electric heaters. You are bored looking through a comic book on the first shelf, which belongs to Zhu Deyong. At this time, you caught a glimpse of a well-dressed and dignified girl in Yu Guangzhong. Her eyes lit up as soon as she entered the door. It's not because of you, but because I found a book on the desk in the lending office, titled "Millennium Sigh". She grabbed the book and eagerly turned over a few pages. Then, holding a book, she began to turn around and look for the staff. You hesitated, and then you came. Naturally, she smiled. You smiled too. "Want to watch" Millennium Sigh "?" "yes." Then she put down the book, bowed her head and unzipped Kun's schoolbag, apparently looking for a library card. Soon, the slim, sexy little hand took out the library card. This is a pink plastic library card. Only for students. Then she waits for your further action. But you said wryly, "I'm not a librarian. I also come to borrow books. " She froze and looked around suspiciously. You take out your library card. This is a silver-gray plastic library card. Only open to citizens. "So, what about the librarian?" "I heard from the people in the newspaper reading room next to me that something happened at home and I couldn't come for a while." Immediately, she showed an anxious look. "What should I do? It doesn't matter if you run again. What if the book is borrowed by someone else? Last time I asked, I said there was only one book and it was borrowed. " "Oh, hehe, I borrowed it." She just gave you a serious look. You are a little excited and a little uncomfortable. You have an idea. "Well, I'll do it for you." "Can you operate that computer?" "No, it didn't mean that. The computer is password protected. I mean, we exchange books with each other. I'm fine, too. Just wait here and let me know when the librarian comes back. " "Oh, yes. Thank you. " She went into her bag and took out the book she wanted to return. She was a little embarrassed when she took it out. You read the topic "Emotion and Sex of Women in China" written by Li Yinhe. You said, "I just want to read this book." She also ignored you, exchanged books and turned to leave. You stop her quickly, "hey, wait." You said you had to write down her library card number so that you could go through the formalities. "Oh. I am so confused. " So the pink library card appears in front of you again. You carefully wrote down the library card number. You can't help laughing when you see her name. "Pan Ting, hehe." "The somebody else is called. It's not changed with shampoo. " Actually, you're not thinking about shampoo, but PANTIE, underwear. She also looked at the silver-gray one on your desk. "Ha ha, your name is Wang?" In the laughter, you also seriously asked her contact number, saying that if you have any difficulties in handling the formalities, you can contact at any time.

So the story of Wang began. I'm afraid the development behind the novel has exceeded my imagination. To tell the truth, many years ago, I read a story about having sex with someone written by an elder in the library. Because of the age and vague memory, I have to move the background to 2 1 century when I repeat reading.

There are many similar stories about meeting beautiful women by chance and some scheming, which I read with relish when I was young. But then I forgot everything. Maybe they are too dramatic and artificial to imitate in real life.

After graduating from college, I jumped into a trough, settled down at work and started looking for a girlfriend. At this moment, I noticed a girl living in the same single building.

She looks really good when she walks. It's a bit like a race walk, but it's not as fierce and bold as an athlete, but it retains its vitality and rhythm. Like spring under your feet? However, this is not appropriate, giving people the impression of being frivolous. In short, it is not so flamboyant, nor so naive, light and bright. Her shoulders are flat and wide, her waist is straight and thin, her arms are swinging vigorously, her head is straight and motionless, but the beginning of her hair is swinging with the pace. I won't get tired of watching her like that.

I found her working for several afternoons. I slowly summed up her transformation. She took three days off from work on her last day. I guess she is in the telephone class of the factory. I seem to have heard someone say that girls in telephone classes have a lighter job and can rest for three days a day.

During this period, the factory held a training course for new employees, and college students who were transferred or assigned like me concentrated on English training. I met several girls in my class, Xiao Yang, Xiao Li and Xiao Wang. They are all in their twenties and full of student accents. In fact, they are fresh graduates of a technical secondary school in the provincial capital. Their dormitory is next door to that girl.

One night, I brought her a letter from Xiao Yang's alma mater. Xiao Yang let me eat specialty products like sesame candy from her hometown. I was polite once, but I ate it anyway. There happened to be a young female worker playing in their dormitory. I took the opportunity to ask her about the dormitory next door. She said that the chubby one was called Zhang Xiaomei. She was thin in vain and walked like a gust of wind. She is the peace in the telephone class. They all graduated from technical school two years ago.

I was secretly pleased, but I didn't show any emotion. In order not to show any trace, I turned and talked to Xiao Yang about the rich sesame candy in her hometown.

A few days later, after work in the afternoon, I saw Yanhe washing clothes and rubber shoes at the other end of the pool. I went back to the dormitory, changed my coat, combed my hair, picked up the washbasin and went to the pool. As soon as I got there, I was blindsided, and several laundry and vegetable washers occupied the faucet next to her. I walked to this end of the pool and washed clothes gloomily. After a while, the vegetable washer next to her left, but I was embarrassed to gather together again.

After dinner, when it was getting dark, I went to the bathhouse under the slope to take a bath. See the figure in front, it is peace. I panicked, my heart suddenly accelerated and I was out of breath. I quickened my pace. She also walked down the slope with washbasin towels and other things. Seeing her wearing slippers, I was a little relieved and chased her all the way.

I am only two steps away from her. I feel there is an invisible spring between us. When I get close, great pressure presses on my chest and abdomen. I endured and looked around to divert my attention. I'm thinking, this is the so-called excitement.

I almost met her, so I summoned up my courage and shouted, "Xiao He." She hesitated for a moment, but turned her head.

I introduced myself, and then we walked side by side, chatting with each other. I think it's a fellow villager. We all grew up in that city in the middle reaches of the Yangtze River, which is100km away, and our parents and relatives are there. At the door of the bathhouse, she patted the shoulder of a child running around on the road. "What a naughty boy." Then he gave twenty cents to the manager of the women's bathhouse. "Five cents is next time." I'm in. I went to the men's bathhouse, took out one yuan and fifty cents and bought ten tickets.

I didn't see Yanhe for the next two days. There was an exam in our English training class, and I was the first. A few girls teased me to ask questions, half-truths and half-fakes, asking me to provide convenience for them in future exams. I don't know where they heard that the results of the English exam are related to the work assigned in the future. I saw that there was still a vacancy in the first row, so I changed to sit there. My deskmate was Xiao Yang who gave me sesame candy that day. She is quiet and delicate, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, like a female pedant.

Two days later, I still haven't seen the peace. My heart is full of doubts and uneasiness. During this period, there was a grand cultural performance in the factory to commemorate the twentieth anniversary of the establishment of the factory. Enjoy a relatively high-level song and dance performance. I can't take my eyes off it, my throat is smoking. I feel a desire, an unspeakable desire. Let's call it "the desire for beauty". Makes you fidget, but you don't know how to satisfy. You may want to become a gas, a liquid, make yourself disappear, and integrate yourself with beauty. But that's impossible. Maybe you will try to pursue and possess, but you will still find: "My enthusiasm is exhausted by you, but you are still you."

It snowed heavily and dripped into ice. Xiao Yang hurt his hand and fell on the ice. She said piteously to us, "Now I believe someone fell down and died." The teacher praised her and said that she was clean every time she came to the classroom, thinking that we were on duty by turns. Later, she noticed that Yang Ling had been cleaning by herself. Xiao Yang blushed and bowed his head.

On this day, I saw Yanhe again. I guess she went back to her parents the other day. I knock on her door at night. No one. Probably went to work.

It rains and snows, and the wind cuts like a knife. My limbs are cold, but my mind is burning. I was walking in a hurry against the snow when suddenly there was a flash of blue light on my head, and then there was silence. I was taken aback: is this an earthquake, or am I crazy?

I wandered at the door of the production dispatching building of the factory where the telephone class was located. Come closer, and then back off. I seem to hear her voice, but I don't know which room it is. Because she is talking, there is more than one person in that room. Even if I open the door and see her, what should I say? He said he wanted to see you. Come out and talk? Or nothing, just walking around here? The weather is so bad that my face is red with cold and my teeth are trembling. Is this a drop-in tour?

Try to cheer yourself up, for example, regard life as a play, fate as a dream, and others as mental illusions or small creatures. What's terrible about condescending once as a truly great creature?

But you just can't fool yourself. You find that you can't be your own master at all. You don't want to blush, but you have to blush; Don't want to stammer, but you must stammer; Want to laugh, natural and unrestrained, determined to embarrass shattered glass.

I went in and out at the entrance of the building. My empty footprints are on the ice. There is a stray dog ten meters away, staring at me blankly, not afraid of the cold, drinking ice water.

I have to go back. On the way, I saw shivering workers on the night shift. You can't even drive in this weather. They also suffer in the ice and snow with me.

Back to the dormitory, the fluorescent lamp flashed from time to time, like a power failure. I stood at the window, listening to the wind outside. The fluorescent lamp is dark again, and the outside is shining with yellow-green light. I thought the power was out, but I didn't expect it to be powered on again a second later. I feel terrible. I don't know if I'm on earth. Everything is irrational. I suddenly understand that the biggest fear is the fear of the unknown.

Another day passed and it cleared up. I sat at the door, with the bright and warm sun in front and the ice below. The ice is one centimeter thick. Some scattered small ice cubes stopped on the windowsill in a strange shape. I carved her name on a bigger ice brick. From a certain point of view, the strokes are very shiny, but gradually blurred.

In the afternoon, I noticed that Yanhe was alone in the dormitory. I'll knock. After only two knocks, the door opened. "Come on in. Can I help you? " I faltered and incoherent. She generously greeted me to sit down and told me that there was a newspaper on the desk. He also said he was sorry. He didn't get up until he took a nap, and the quilt was not folded. I quickly said nothing.

She turned around and continued to cut radishes, saying that they were used as snacks at work at night. Then I sat for more than an hour. Ask each other questions. During this time, she has been standing sideways, sometimes face to face. I've been sitting cross-legged with my hands tied to my knees.

We talked about family, study, work and so on. She mentioned that she had a twin sister. Her father sent them to school before they were six years old. At that time, the school was strict about age. Father said to them, "If the teacher drives you away, you can cry loudly and stay there." When she repeated this sentence, her lips turned up, and her childish appearance was really exciting.

I said I noticed that she was always alone. She said yes, I like silence. I don't know the name of the next door. When I am free, I stay indoors reading books, listening to songs and tapes.

I tentatively asked her if she had a boyfriend. She hesitated and said that she wanted to be transferred to her parents' side100km away. I don't know if this means that there is a boyfriend there, or I will transfer it back to find it.

She got a college diploma in English self-taught examination and said that she would attend classes with us. I said "good" and encouraged her to listen. She said it seemed inappropriate.

I went back to the dormitory and felt very comfortable. A little excited again. Looking back, I noticed a pair of brown rubber shoes hanging in front of Yanhe, like a pair of lovely squirrels. I began to imagine how she would react if she put a letter in rubber shoes. I even thought of a good beginning of this letter: "I know you are confused." But how to continue in the future?

At this time, Yang Ling of the training class, wearing a walkman headset, timidly came over and asked me some English questions. She studies hard in class, but she feels very hard because she grew up in the countryside and has a poor foundation. I guided her patiently. She said she hoped I could give her more advice in the future. I said no problem. She went happily.

I went to buy a new pair of shoes on Sunday. Walk carefully. I went to a telephone class. Knock on the door outside the switchboard. Yan He opened the door and was a little surprised to see it was me.

She repeatedly asked me to sit down and said that I could read the newspaper on the table. I said I wanted to visit, so I looked at the program-controlled computer room.

I turned around and wanted to talk to her. A phone call came in. It's an insider. She said, "Well, you call 333 and I'll explain." Say hang up, got up and went to the computer room to answer.

This process is very long. In the meantime, several times, she came here to answer outside calls and then went to the computer room to continue. She also told me a sentence or two, what teacher XXX will come to play at this time every day, and I don't know why he didn't come today. He also said that according to the rules and regulations, it is not allowed to visit at work.

The call over there is over. She came back to do the accounting without saying a word. I recorded a four-minute long distance call.

Then a strange young man pushed the door and came in. Look at me and say, "What a surprise." I asked him which unit he was from. He said that this is our factory. "What is it?" "Factory Office" She asked him to sit down, and he said, "Are you so kind to me?"

Later, I heard him say to her, "You write a letter to your mother. If you don't write, I will write. " There has been some controversy about this. They all went to the door and whispered. From time to time, I look back at the indicator board, and the yellow light flashes, indicating that an outside line has come in.

After a while, he turned and walked out. He turned back without saying a word. Soon I heard him say, "I won't leave until he leaves." I'm not sure who he is talking about. The two of them stood silently opposite each other, behind the glass door outside the cubicle.

I noticed that when I first arrived, she looked quiet. Because of the heating, she blushed and looked good. Later, I became impatient, as if I had destroyed the original harmonious beauty.

I haven't read the newspaper for a long time. I carefully read a stack of newspapers she just brought, including local daily, health digest, workers' daily, China building materials and so on.

After reading the newspaper, I stood up. "You have a lot of newspapers here. I know a lot of news. " She said, "Really?" I said, "Don't bother. I should go. " He said, "Won't you sit down for a while?" "No."

Outside. The moon is bright, although it is a new moon. I thought as I walked, and I couldn't help laughing bitterly.

The next afternoon, I had a whim and climbed to the top of a nearby mine. This is the highest altitude in this city. The whole city has a panoramic view, but it is shrouded in fog. I suddenly thought of an article I had read before. Engels climbed the Alps when he was twenty years old because he was lovelorn.

There is an abandoned crusher on the rock. There are piles of stones that have not been broken. The machine is generally complete, but it is rusty. I tried to date the machine, but failed. The whole scene makes people feel like a construction site.

Have a good time. Take a bath at night. When I came out, I saw the secretary of Yanhe factory office crossing the square like a vine.

Yang Ling came to the dormitory again to ask English questions. She also mentioned her family. They live in a big city in the north. My father is the vice president of the police academy, and my mother is the counter leader of the shopping mall. She only came to them in high school. They especially appreciate knowledgeable young people. She also has an elder sister who goes to primary school.

On the rest day, I took my newly paid salary to the streets. I bought a down jacket and trousers. The evening is our company's guaranteed dance to celebrate the beginning of the new series. There are many people in the ballroom, and some adults take their children to cultivate their sentiments. The smoke is choking. Some people are still wearing work clothes. But if I didn't buy clothes in the morning, I'm afraid I'll wear work clothes.

People began to jump. Paired, light and harmonious. I looked at it eagerly. In an instant, more than an hour passed. People are intoxicated with one song after another. Party secretary concurrently serves as secretary of the Communist Youth League. The propaganda department follows photography. Only then did I understand what it was like to see the white light flashing when I came in. I almost laughed out loud. Section chief Wang, who is in his forties in our department, also took the stage to speak.

Then I sat next to Yang Ling. She was a little surprised to see me. "It's you!" "yes." I said near her ear.

We chatted casually and walked a few songs together. Although I couldn't step on the beat, she didn't show disgust.

Then we didn't sit together. After the performance, people went out in twos and threes, and I just sat on the sofa. She also got up with the people next to her. When she came to me, she hesitated, sat down again and sat on the sofa in front of me. I said, "The atmosphere is not bad today." She said: "It is not as good as a power plant. I'm having my period, and they're in the power plant. I have been there. "

There are few people in the ballroom. We just stood up, walked out of the ballroom and walked down the stairs. I deliberately walked slowly, distancing myself from my colleagues in front. My heart beat faster, savoring the feeling of words stuck in my throat. It is time. I have to say. This is my only purpose tonight.

"Yang Ling." "Oh?" "I want to ask you a question."

"Go ahead."

"Can I be your friend?"

"Oh, you know I can't hear you."

"Can I be your friend?"

"Friend, what is a friend?" She doesn't look like a fool. She looks more nervous than me. I resisted the feeling of boredom, remained silent for a while, and told her clearly: "friend."

"Oh." She stopped talking again.

After five steps, she said, "Colleagues, of course, are all friends."

This is a very standard and boring answer. I didn't say anything, just wallowing in my own thoughts. My ridiculous question may be engraved in my mind and will never be forgotten. Perhaps, as it seems, it has been blown away by the gentle evening breeze.

This unforgettable article is written here, and I feel that I can't write any more. So I surf the Internet for fun. After opening a famous search engine on the Internet, I searched with "Yanhe" as the key word. There are many results, one of which makes me shine. This is a regional tourism bureau, and the website contact person is Yanhe. I vaguely heard that she was going to be transferred to this bureau. I sent an email to the mailbox left above, with only one sentence: "Do you work in the telephone class of XX factory?"

I don't know when the peace was transferred. I guess it was during my love affair with Yang Ling. Because after Yang Ling and I confirmed our relationship, we went to other places for training. At that time, program-controlled telephones were not popular. When Yang Ling called me, she also told me that she was looking for help from the telephone class in the factory and could make a phone call without paying. After my one-year training, I returned to the factory and never saw her again. It seems that I was disappointed for a while, but Yang Ling and I were in full swing, and then we got married and had children and left her.

Falling in love is a systematic project that people often say. At this time, you will feel that your brain is not enough. Many emotions, many questions, people are overwhelmed.

Indeed, Yang Ling and I met through English learning, but after basically determining the relationship, she was still obsessed with English learning, which was hard to accept. It seems that love is traded for an English tutor. At the same time, it also puts me in the position of a vulgar role who always says "sleep with the master if you want to learn"

I still remember the scene when we came to my office to recite words at night because the people in the dormitory were too noisy. Suddenly the power went out. I happen to have two candles in my drawer, which I kept when I was reading alone in the office in case of frequent power outages.

We lit them. Her face has a unique charm by candlelight. The environment is also very quiet. This is an old office building built in the 1970s, in Soviet style. Surrounded by dense forests and flower beds. The whole building is empty except us. Doors and windows are closed. Only in the innermost room, there are two young men and women, surrounded by beautiful and quiet candlelight.

I began to be absent-minded and my hands became out of control. I put them on her chair first, and then hooked up with her bit by bit. She didn't seem to notice, or pretended not to notice, and she was still reading and reciting aloud, asking me some questions from time to time. My shallow consciousness is listening to her pronunciation and giving guidance, while my deep consciousness is trying to close our physical and psychological distance. My hands touched her hair tips, shoulders, hands and knees. She didn't flinch, she just brushed past embarrassment. Waves of impulses beat and washed in my body.

I leaned close to her to correct her pronunciation. We are so close, just mouth to mouth. I plucked up my courage and shut up neatly. She is still reading foreign words.

Actually, I don't want to do this, because the weather was dry and my lips were chapped in those days. But at this point, it is natural to do it.

She gave me a little face, but I kissed her. There was a strange expression between her eyebrows at that time. Shortness of breath.

After the kiss, she didn't say anything, frowning and pouting, as if she were going to cry.

I sighed: "The first kiss will be remembered for a lifetime."

She said, "You'd better continue to test my words."

I asked her to tell everything around her in English. She said tables, chairs, houses, milk, candles and so on. I said you missed the most important item, affection and emotion.

Then I want to kiss her again. She dodged. She said, "I have a boyfriend."

I felt a twinge of unhappiness. I know she refers to a male teacher in her alma mater. When I didn't know Yang Ling, I once sent him a letter to her. Later she explained to me that when she was about to graduate, the male teacher chased her. But after she hesitated for a while, she politely refused. He hasn't written since recently. But she said that again today. I asked her, "Do you owe him anything?" She said, "Nothing. I gave him everything he bought me back. But I still can't forget him. He is very kind to me. "

I also deliberately stimulated her: "We met Wang the day before yesterday, and he said that he wanted to drink our wedding banquet. You smiled and acquiesced. Now you say I'm not your boyfriend? I spent a long time helping you with your English. "

She also retorted, "What about you? What kind of gentleman are you? Isn't it an opportunity to play with women in the name of tutoring English? "

I am flustered and speechless. It's like being splashed with a basin of dirty water. I really want to declare myself as pure as ice but I can't make a sound.

"Good good. Don't be angry. Actually, to be honest, you are both good. If only I could have two boyfriends at the same time. "

"Hum, sweet dreams." I was being sarcastic.

"Didn't you say you would give me a Christmas present?" She wanted to think again.

"In fact, I used to regard my first kiss as the most precious gift. I didn't think you didn't care. "

"Who said I don't care? But I prefer the real thing. Didn't you say you would send me a good book that day? "

I discontentedly opened a drawer at the end of my desk and took out a beautifully bound book and a big bag of milk powder. This book is an English version of Gone with the Wind. From my classmates who studied abroad last month.

She accepted them with pleasure. She also said that she believed that one day she could read this English book fluently. When she left, she also told me to take some vitamins, which are effective for chapped lips.

Writing here, I got up and walked to the bookshelf and found this book in the corner. The cover is old and the pages inside are as new as before. Under the inscription of the original book "To J.R.M." on the title page, my neat and free but tender Chinese handwriting has faded somewhat:

"Give me ling:

When Beidou fills everything, I will take the opportunity to put my story in and wait for your eyes there. I hope I can read you, too, and read you carefully. "

I still vaguely remember that this passage was copied from a collection of essays in Hong Kong and Taiwan.

(To be continued)

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-Author: three unknowns

-Release date: 2004- 1- 14 9:06:00.

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In fact, another thing happened that day. Yang Ling asked absently after we kissed, "Would you love a girl two years older than you?" I really don't understand. There is a two-year-old child talking about it. How can you love a child two years older than yourself? When asked again, she managed to smile. "Just asking, just kidding."

Back in the dormitory, I became alert. The mood becomes heavy. I remember once borrowing her nail clipper and finding that the zodiac pattern on it was wrong with her age, and I didn't care at that time. Now that I think about it, the one who is two years older than me is the zodiac. But I just can't tell whether a girl is twenty or twenty-four from her appearance. Why ... what terrible past does she have? What is she doing in the four years that have been erased? Think about her parents' age. How did her parents give birth to her before she was twenty? I don't know if I want to go. My heart is like a heavy stone. Lying in bed tossing and turning, at two o'clock in the middle of the night, I think I have figured it out: no matter what ups and downs she has, what misfortunes, what setbacks, what sad memories, what terrible memories, my feelings will remain the same, even stronger, more determined, more indomitable, more considerate and more concerned. After I figured it out, I fell asleep peacefully.

We didn't have a chance to meet the next day. I and dozens of other representatives of our factory were told to attend the election meeting in the city. The venue was solemn and the atmosphere was warm. But I just sat quietly, quietly immersed in my own thoughts. I think of many sayings that I laughed off before, such as fate, such as the other half of life, such as love making people mature, such as a scoop of weak water of 3 thousand, such as a fish drinking cold and warm. In the artificial noise, I cried alone in the corner.

Later, when I had the opportunity to tell her about my spiritual struggle and ideological course, she smiled disdainfully. "What do you imagine I am?" ? What is my terrible past? Tell me that I am a dusty baby. Like I'm not innocent. You really read too many novels. "

Until later, we have played the edge ball game between lovers many times in bed. It's time to talk about marriage. She solved one age and family mystery after another under my questioning. Once I figure it out, it's boring, and even I'm not interested in writing it down. In the final analysis, it is a story of a peasant family who finally achieved limited success by taking advantage of the relationship between relatives in the city to have a school and a rice bowl for their children in a seriously unfair society. There is indeed fraud, but it is not a big rape, not an epic.

After waiting patiently for a few days, I received an email from Yanhe. There is only one sentence on it: "GONEWITHRAIN, who are you?" GONEWITHRAIN is the user name of my email address. )

I am very happy, mixed with some excitement and a little predictable pride. In this way, after nearly ten years of no news of peace, we began to communicate frequently by email.

Yang Ling had to work overtime during the May Day holiday. I took my children to my hometown to visit my parents. They are helping my sister and brother-in-law with their children. This is also a city where people talk, work and live. The next day, I called Yanhe's cell phone and asked her if she could see her. She readily agreed. We made an appointment to meet in the city square in front of KFC fast food restaurant.

I told my child that I had something to go out and asked him to stay at home and play with his cousin. He nodded his head. I hurried away, unable to bear to see his unhappy eyes.

Yang Ling is really working overtime. But if you want to get together, it's not hard. Just change classes. But she refused to come after quarreling with my family because of various family chores.

Yes, I have gained precious stability and comfort in my family life, but it is by no means without cost. Even I think I'm a completely different person after marriage, a person I used to sneer at. The following is a paragraph of my notes:

Comments on Les Miserables.

"It is the human heart that creates boundless darkness, and it is also the human heart that creates infinite light. Watching the VCD of Les Miserables tonight makes my heart fluctuate. I know there are many works imitating it. The so-called sensational kind. Also known as romanticism.

"The mind is not calm. Look at the clock It's time to wake her up for the night shift I called her, and she was half asleep and said, "What's the matter? "It took her a while to wake up and think of going to work. Knowing that there was still plenty of time, I didn't get up in a hurry to get dressed. I stood bored and looked at her thin, half-asleep body. There is only one outline in the twilight. I didn't turn on the headlights for fear of affecting the sleeping child. It suddenly occurred to me: isn't this a miserable world, too?

"If you work the night shift honestly, you will find it unbearable. But if you can't escape, you have to endure it, and you have to endure it all the time. But this is still a kind of pain, which will not be diluted, alienated or sublimated.

"A few hours ago, we only had the usual quarrel between husband and wife. We both used vicious words, and our hearts were full of vicious imagination. But at the moment, this thin body, this busy body that can't sleep all night, this body wrapped in overalls and cotton-padded jackets in the dim light and in the severe winter, makes people feel so sad. "

Yes, it is patience, compromise, mutual assistance, mutual harm and mutual comfort. We live a family life that is indifferent to outsiders and ourselves.

When we arrived at the city square, it was still half an hour before the appointed time. I'm going to the shopping center first. I want to buy some gifts for Yanhe. There are many people, and the rain in Mao Mao has stopped, and the temperature is rising rapidly. I wore a sweater this morning, and now I feel really unbearable. But taking off the sweater, there is only one autumn dress inside, still sweating. How can I look at her like this? I used my quick wits and went to the shirt counter to buy a 50% discount China brand-name shirt. After I bought it, I hurried into the men's bathroom, threw the exquisite carton of shirts into the trash can and put the big plastic bag of sweaters in it. Then I removed a dozen pins from my shirt one by one, threw the cardboard pad at the back and the plastic hard lining in my collar into the trash can, and then put this brand-new brand-name shirt on my undershirt.