So-called lovers

The so-called husband and wife, where they come from, love is like oxygen, and they have always shared joys and sorrows.

The so-called husband and wife, where Qi Mei's case came from, have always helped each other and respected each other.

The so-called husband and wife, want nothing, have always been mutually fulfilling.

The so-called husband and wife, where Qi Xin works together, have always sought common ground while reserving differences.

The so-called husband and wife are just fellow travelers on this road of life.

1. I have crossed bridges in many places, seen clouds many times and drunk many kinds of wine, but I have only loved one person who is just right in age.

Eighteen-year-old, with dark skin, was called "black peony" by others. I was born in a big family in Hefei. I don't have a charming appearance, but I am young at this age.

That day, I was practicing my harmonica on the school playground, and the breeze brushed my face. I glanced at it casually, but I saw someone staring at me.

He is a lecturer who teaches elementary literature, but he is also a silly boy from remote Xiangxi. He is just a teacher and a student to me.

At that time, I always knew nothing about my feelings. Many suitors write to me every day, but my heart never ripples for a moment.

I numbered many writers, "Frog 1", "Frog 2" and "Frog 3" ... and his letters were mixed in. He should be "toad 13".

He is one of many people, but his letter is so different, as if every word is beating my dusty girlish feelings. I think silence is the best refusal.

2. If I love you, it is your misfortune, and your misfortune is as long as my life.

His letters are still written one by one, and every word is sincere and affectionate. I am beginning to feel so shaken.

The so-called true feelings, if indifferent refusal is useful, I have begun to know how to refuse.

I don't know what love at first sight is. All I know is that I shouldn't have a wider world in this beautiful time.

If I am used to listening to his sweet words silently in letters, I might as well say that he is really the most sweet-talking person in the world.

What kind of man character did the distant and unfamiliar Xiangxi waterfront shape him? It is said that he should meet the right person at the right age.

And is he really the one I should wait for all my life?

But why, I am so unwilling, so unwilling, how pure and beautiful love is? Why can't I taste it?

Don't be angry with me. I may kiss your feet with my mouth in my dream. My inferiority complex is that a slave squatted on the ground and put his mouth close to your feet, which is almost blasphemous.

He wrote again, still describing his admiration and love for me, but I don't know how to get rid of this one-sided love.

It is said that love makes people blind. It seems that he has identified me and that I am the one who will accompany him through life.

Why in the face of love, he so despised himself, ignoring his self-esteem, just to live that humble love from me.

I'm a little bored. Why me?

Why did he choose me? One letter after another, like sincere prayers of believers, makes my headache splitting.

I want to find an exit, an exit where I can breathe.

In fact, in this love, I was passive at first. I shouldn't have kept silent from the beginning. I shouldn't have explained to him from the beginning why he was so persistent.

Why am I so unlucky?

4. "He loves you stubbornly!" And "I stubbornly don't love him!"

He continued to write to me, and he also found Hua Lian. He told Hua Lian about his devotion and my indifference. He even threatened that if I refused him, he had only two options, one was to work hard, and the other was to commit suicide.

How can there be such a tangled person in the world? Isn't love what you love since ancient times?

I told President Hu that I hoped the President would stop chasing him, because he and I are actually not in the same trade.

And I forgot, President Hu seems to want to help him, too. President Hu said that there is such a genius in society, and everyone should help him and give him a chance to develop.

But a genius like him, why should I help him?

Then who is a genius like me to help me?

5, the country people are sweet!

He continued to write to me, still affectionate and humble.

I didn't expect him to be so gentle, so gentle, but also so passionate and persistent.

My categorical refusal must have broken his heart, but he advised me in his letter never to neglect my studies because of interference.

It can be seen that this person is very ridiculous. Little did I know that all my interference came from him?

Just, just!

He has reached this point and is still thinking of others everywhere. Although I don't think he is cute, his heart will always be pitiful and respectable.

It's okay to feel sorry for someone who loves you.

His letter is so good that my heart is like a rock.

He came to Suzhou to meet me and my family. It seems that our fate can only be decided by God.

6. Do you like my letter to you or me?

He called me "three three" from the beginning of his letter. Now, after many years, our time apart is always good, and he will still write to me often.

Only in the letters, we are the third and second brothers with pure love and strong love.

After the fall of Beijing, I have lived here for many years and my children have grown up. The strangeness and remoteness of Xiangxi made me feel a little bit scared.

He insisted that I go to Xiangxi with him, but I prevaricated. I said there were too many letters and manuscripts for me to take with me, and the child could never adapt to the weather in the south, but he was so stubborn.

No, his humbleness and prayer at the beginning of the letter, which he didn't know, came from sympathetic love and was bound to be different.

He grew up in the countryside while I grew up in this beautiful city.

He likes to listen to Nuo opera and tease the baby's wild tune, which is very ugly. How can Kunqu Opera be euphemistic?

Before, he was always "slapping his face to be fat" and "not a gentleman pretending to be a gentleman". He collected so many antique toys that he spent all his money on it.

As we all know, today, my life with my children is so tense and stretched.

He is still in the letter, counting how much I don't love him.

Couples, not just rice, oil, salt and vinegar tea, how can they just say, I love you, and you love me, so they can fill their stomachs and put on warm clothes?

I have decided to meet him in Xiangxi, but love has drifted away in an afternoon.

7. Fight against your weaknesses for ten years.

Compassion can never be love, and I regret it a little. If I hadn't felt so sorry for him, I wouldn't have put all my happiness into the river.

He is a man with too much iron in his blood and too many fantasies in his mind.

Is that beautiful Gao another right person in his fantasy?

But didn't he have me? Meet me at my most beautiful age, and then it should be mine forever.

He even went to talk to Yin Hui about how cold I was. However, life should be so dull and calm.

I struggled with his fantasy for ten years, and he finally came back to our home.

After all, the sweet memories of those years are fleeting, and our marriage has stood the test. However, he came back. What about love and marriage? What's left?

8. This is the first letter from Third Sister to me.

The new era has come, and I accept it frankly, but he is still wandering on the road.

He can't continue his beloved literary creation, and he can only be depressed into a disease.

He and I can only be passers-by walking together. He comes to me every day to bring delicious food, and then takes it away, never leaving it. This may be his coldest winter.

I don't know if he will remember President Hu's exhortation, "This woman can't understand you, your love, and you used it in the wrong place."

Our love, our marriage, is just a wrong feeling.

He will still write to me. He said in the letter: "Little mother, you don't have to write. I am dispensable, everything is like this, because I know that life is like this and everything is separated from me. "

Yes, I am not the one who understands him after all, but I am wandering in the love of his life.

I'm thinking, in fact, he loves himself the most.

9. Is this life happiness or misfortune? There is no answer. I don't understand him, not completely. Later, I gradually got to know something. However, to really understand him and understand the heavy pressure he has been under all his life, it is to sort out and compile his manuscripts now. What I didn't know in the past is now known, and what I didn't understand in the past is now understood.

He has left my world, and many years later, I will look back at our life and our love.

From the initial rebuff to the later sympathy and affection.

In fact, I never understood him, but when I did, he was a hundred years old and I was in my twilight years.

I never gave him timely love when he was most eager for love.

I never gave him timely encouragement when he was confused in his creation.

I never gave him a hand in time when he was lost outside his family.

I didn't give him timely warmth when he spent the cold winter of his life.

I made him taste the cup of love. All these ups and downs made him drink alone in the years.

I regret it, but it's really too late.

We, the so-called husband and wife, are really just fellow travelers on this road of life!