Divorce today, you have to carry me out of the house.

The wife said, you took me into the house, I'm getting a divorce, and then you took me out of the house.

When I married my wife, I held her. Our family lived in a bungalow at that time. When the wedding car stopped in front of the door, a group of friends dragged me and pulled her off. So, amid cheers, I picked her up and walked all the way to the ceremony. At that time, my wife was a shy girl who was rich and mature, and I was a strong and happy newly married man. This was a scene ten years ago.

After that, the days passed like running water, and the ignorance of having children, going to sea, doing business and getting married gradually appeared between us. Money goes up bit by bit, but feelings go down bit by bit. My wife is a civil servant in the administrative organ. Go to work at the same time every day and get off work at almost the same time. My children go to boarding school. For others, life seems to be impeccable happiness. But the more peaceful this happiness is, the easier it is to have a chance of mutation.

I have her. When life is boring like water and everywhere, even a simple drink will make people feel that it is a real enjoyment. This is Luer.

The weather is fine. I stood on the spacious terrace, and Lou stretched out his arms and hugged me tightly from behind. Once again, my heart was surrounded by her feelings, which almost made me unable to breathe. This is the house I bought for Building Two. Lou told me that men like you are the most attractive to girls. I suddenly thought of my wife. When she first got married, she seemed to say that a man like you, once successful, attracts girls the most. Thinking of my wife's cleverness, I got a slight knot in my heart, and I clearly realized that I was sorry for her. But I can't stop. I pushed Lou's hand and said you could buy some furniture as appropriate. The company has work to do today. Lou's obviously unhappy. After all, we agreed to take her to buy furniture today. The possibility of divorce is getting bigger and bigger in my mind. What I thought was impossible can gradually be imagined as possible in my mind.

However, I don't know how to tell my wife, because I know it will hurt her. My wife didn't do anything wrong to me. She is still busy preparing dinner in the kitchen. I still turn on the TV, sit there, watch the news, the food will be served soon, and then watch TV together, or sit alone in front of the computer for a while. Imagining Lou's body has become my way of entertaining myself.

Try telling your wife what you think will happen if we divorce. My wife gave me a white look and said nothing. It seems that this life is far away from her. I can't imagine my wife's behavior and thoughts once she says it.

When my wife went to the company to find me, the second floor just came out of my office. People in the company can't hide things in their eyes. When almost everyone spoke with sympathetic eyes and that disguised language, the wife finally felt something. She still smiles at all my subordinates in her own capacity, but I read a kind of hurt from her eyes that she didn't have time to dodge.

Luer said to me again, divorce Ning He, and we are together. I nodded, my heart has expanded the idea to the point where I have to say it. I held my wife's hand when she served the last course. Say I have something to tell you. My wife sat down to eat quietly. I remembered the hurt in her eyes, and now it is clearly shown. I suddenly felt a little unbearable, but now I can only continue. Let's get a divorce, I said quietly. My wife didn't show that kind of special emotion and asked me lightly why. I smiled and said, no, I'm not kidding, it's a real divorce. My wife's attitude suddenly changed. She dropped her chopsticks violently and told me loudly that you are not human!

At night, we ignored each other, and my wife was crying quietly. I know she wants to know why. But I can't give her the answer, because I'm already stuck in the feeling that the second floor gives me. I drafted an agreement for my wife to see. It says that the house, the car and the company will give her 30 shares each. I always feel sorry for my wife when I write these things. My wife took it angrily, tore it to pieces and ignored me. I feel a dull pain in my heart. After all, I am a lover who has lived together for ten years. All tenderness will turn into stranger's eyes in the future, and I can't stand it in my heart. But the words have been spoken, and it is too late to take them back. My wife finally burst into tears in front of me. This is what I've always wanted. It seems that something has been released. The thoughts that have been suppressed for several weeks become clear and firm with the crying of my wife.

Drinking with customers, when I got home half drunk, my wife was lying there writing something. I fell asleep in bed and woke up to find my wife still sitting there. I turned over and fell asleep. Finally, it is necessary, but my wife declared to me that she didn't want anything from me, only asked me to promise her one condition before the divorce. The wife's condition is very simple, that is, give her another month, because in another month, the children will have finished their summer vacation, and she doesn't want the children to see the scene of their parents separating. This month, she will live as before.

I took the agreement written by my wife and she asked me, Ning He, do you remember how I got married? Suddenly, those memories of the wedding came to my mind, and I nodded and said I remembered. The wife said, you brought me in, but I still have one condition, that is, I want a divorce, and then you take me out of this house. It's up to you, but I ask you to carry me from my bedroom to the gate at work every day for a month. I smiled and said, ok. I think my wife is saying goodbye to her marriage in this way, or because she is attached to the past. I told Lou Er about my wife's request, and Lou Er smiled a little frivolous, saying that she would divorce anyway, and what to do with so many tricks. She seems to look down on her wife, which makes me a little uncomfortable.

For a month, on the first day, our movements were very dull. Because I have explained that we haven't been in such close contact for a long time, even the routine sex time twice a week has been cancelled, and every day we are like passers-by. The son patted his little hand from behind and said, dad hugged mom and dad hugged mom. I'm a little sad. From the bedroom through the living room, out of the door, to the gate, more than ten meters away, my wife in my arms, gently close your eyes and say to me, let's start today, don't let the children know. I nodded, and the sadness that had just fallen floated up again. I left my wife outside the door, she waited for the bus, and I drove to work.

The next day, my wife and I moved a lot at will. She leaned gently against me. I smell her new clothes. My wife is really old. I haven't seen her so close for many days, and fine wrinkles have appeared on her smooth skin. Why didn't I notice that my wife has wrinkles, or how long has it been since I noticed that I am a woman who knows her bones?

On the third day, my wife attached it to my ear and told me that the flower pond in the yard was demolished, so be careful not to fall down.

On the fourth day, when I picked up my wife in the bedroom, I had an illusion that we were still close lovers, that she was still my baby, that I was hugging her with my heart, and all my imagination about Lou became blurred.

On the fifth and sixth day, my wife always tells me some small details in my ear, where to hang the clothes after ironing, and be careful not to leak oil when cooking. I nodded, and the illusion in my heart became stronger and stronger.

I didn't tell Lou this.

I feel more and more effortless, as if it is the result of exercise. I told my wife that it is not so difficult to hug you now.

My wife is choosing clothes, and I'm waiting to carry her out. My wife tried several pieces, but none of them fit. She sighed, sat there and said that her clothes were getting fat. I smiled, but only half of it. It suddenly occurred to me that it was getting easier and easier. It's not that I'm strong, but that my wife has lost weight, because she keeps all her worries in her heart. At that moment, my heart ached tightly. I reached out and tried to touch my wife's forehead.

Dad, my son came in. It's time to take his mother out. He urged us, as if watching me go out with my wife in my arms had become one of his programs these days. My wife took my son and held him tightly. I turned my face away for fear that I would turn all my sufferings into reasons for regret. Starting from the bedroom, and then through the living room, the door, the aisle, I held my wife, and her hand wrapped around my neck lightly and naturally. I hold her body tightly and feel that I am back to that wedding day, but my wife's lighter and lighter body often makes me want to cry.

On the last day, when I picked up my wife, I froze there. My son went to school, and my wife looked at me stupefied and said, in fact, I really want you to hold the old man like this. I hugged my wife tightly and said to her, in fact, we didn't realize that life just lacked this intimacy of taking you out.

I didn't have time to lock the door when I stopped the car. I'm afraid that the delay of time will dispel my thoughts again. Lou's face loosened when I knocked at the door. I said to her, I'm sorry, Lou, but I'm not getting a divorce. I'm really not leaving. Dew looked at me incredulously, reached out and touched my head, saying that you didn't have a fever. I pushed Lou's hand away, looked at her and said to her, I'm sorry, Lou. I just need to say I'm sorry. I'm not getting a divorce. Maybe before, she and I only taught us to turn a blind eye because of the dullness of life, not to have no feelings. I realized today. I carried her into the house, and she gave birth to a child for me, so I had to say sorry to you.

It seems that Lou Er just understood. Anger slapped me in the face, closed the door and cried. I went downstairs and drove to the company. When I passed the flower shop where I was going to work, I ordered my wife a bunch of her favorite lover grass. The lady in the gift shop brought me a card with information on it. I smiled and wrote on it: I will carry you out of the house every day until I am old.