double autumn

The husband said at the time that he remembered that about five or six years ago, I did have a talent for writing novels; but I think that this talent has actually disappeared long ago, so now I can only sketch.

Looking back over the decades, the number of times I have introduced my husband to others is extremely limited.One is because it is unnecessary, and the other is because I feel that it is inappropriate.Occasionally, when it was just a refusal, I used my husband as a barrier, saying "the elder brother in the family is strict" and so on, but there was no formal introduction.But lately I've been more than happy to mention him to people—in fact, not many people, only a few not very close friends.

The husband is not my teacher, nor is he the kind of "sir" who calls each other "sir and wife", but he usually has the demeanor and responsibility of the head of the family. I find it funny on the surface, but I really admire it in my heart, so I jokingly said His sir, became a habit.

Sir is my brother.In the family, he is the number one, the eldest brother.Although he is the same age as me, he is much more mature than me. Every time I stand in front of him for training, I feel a head shorter, as if I am ten years younger than him.There are two younger brothers and sisters in the family, but they are not very close to me, let alone the strict elder brother.The youngest brother was wronged and scolded by the elder brother outside, and occasionally came to the second brother to vent his anger, holding back tears and scolding them; the younger sister has even separated and rarely interacts with us.My parents are long gone, and only my husband and I are the only people who live in the house.

The family surname is Lin, and they are all single-character names, and the only younger brother has a foreign surname.Mr.'s name is also used by some women, but it unexpectedly fits Mr.'s name.From this I got a chance to play with words: "I love Mr. so much." So Mr. gave me a glare, but didn't say anything else.Lin Mu—Mr.'s name is very difficult to pronounce, and I have to slow down every time to pronounce these two words clearly.

Anyone who knows Mr. Li knows that his seriousness is well known.Talking to him, often before he opened his mouth, he was frightened by his eyes.But it's enough if the husband doesn't speak, and it's even more uncomfortable when he speaks.For example, if he sees the words I wrote at this moment, he will probably just poke my brow with his finger and scold: "Fuck, I don't study well all day long, and I just write such useless things."

But my husband is indifferent to others, but he is generally kind to me.Probably because of the 20-plus years of being dependent on each other, my husband doesn't care much about the two younger siblings, and only cares about me, my brother.My parents have been less than discipline since we were young, and only my husband and I take care of our lives by ourselves.The younger siblings were added when we were three and four years old respectively.We don't go back to our family very often, and we don't have a close relationship with them.Before I became an adult, when I was about seventeen or eighteen years old, my father passed away. My family called my husband back, brought out my two younger siblings, and separated the family. Then my husband became the head of the three of us.

Before the separation, the husband's "career" was street hooliganism.When I tell this matter, I am not afraid of being laughed at by those who are interested, because there are indeed people who know Mr.'s name in those few streets.Although we don't dare to provoke those "big bosses" who hold real power, among the young people, the gentleman has the highest status.I once saw Mr. lead three or five people, with an iron rod, and beat a large group of troublemakers all the way, until they all groaned against the wall, and Mr. was only stained with some other people's blood.At that time, my husband was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but other grown-up leaders also had to obey him.When I came home from school, I always saw my husband talking to people in the dark corridor, with a cigarette in his mouth.

The school I went to was very expensive, and the pocket money my family gave us was only enough for daily food; my husband paid for my tuition.My husband doesn't go to school, but he is very interested in my textbooks on weekdays and asked me to explain them to him.I am ashamed that he is so clever that his grades are higher than mine.I once heard that the tuition fees provided by my husband are a little "gruel" fished out from the hands of those big bosses-it doesn't count as oil and water, but it is enough for me to go to school.I was worried that it would be dangerous for my husband to mix with them, but my husband only said "don't worry" to me, and then he got tired of talking, and he didn't even comfort me anymore, and just gave me a cold look.From then on, I trusted my husband to have his own way. In fact, he never made mistakes.The husband always wants me to trust him in everything, otherwise he will have a bad face all day long.

I once firmly believed that Mr. is suitable to be a soldier.As a gentleman who is a soldier, these characteristics of him may be more obvious.However, my husband said that allegiance to the country has nothing to do with him. As long as he "lives comfortably and comfortably", he doesn't care about anything else, so I will let it go.

My family is very dissatisfied with my husband's hooliganism. I didn't want to hand over my father's inheritance to him, but because he is the eldest son and I have no strength to manage the family, I have no choice but to do so.My father's situation is not so much a small family business as a very poor one, so they didn't pay much attention to our family, and the family didn't want my husband to go back there, so we simply separated the family and became independent .

As I said before, it is not inappropriate to use such a gentle word "Mu" on Mr.If you don't look into Mr.'s eyes, he is really good-looking-if he just stands still.Mr. has long hair, which is extremely rare for a man, but he doesn't feel uncomfortable like that.My husband's hair is shoulder-length, slightly past the shoulders, and in my impression it reaches the collarbone. I usually comb it and tie it in the lower part.Mr. will not do it himself.Mr.'s long hair is neither obtrusive nor feminine, it's just natural and good-looking. "Men in the old days also had long hair." The husband only used this sentence to refute some criticisms from his family.

After the separation, the number of people my husband has to support has increased from me to three younger siblings, and they are about to reach adulthood, so the life of fighting and killing can no longer be survived. , was treated as a threat and shot.So the husband followed the advice of the pharmacy owner and turned to do business.My father was also a businessman. He made a fortune when he was young, but he gave up doing business because he devoted himself to politics in middle age, and the family became poor.Mr. Xu has inherited his father's talent, and he has done quite well since he was in charge of the family. His savings happened to be enough for the four of them to live on.

I have no interest in, nor care about, things like running a house or running a business.My grades in school can only be regarded as mediocre, and if I don't work hard, I will fall to the bottom; and I can't pick out any outstanding things.It can be said that as special as my husband is, I am as ordinary as I am.

Six or seven years ago, a friend of my husband at the publishing house introduced me to a job as an editor.At that time, I had been out of school for several years, and I was worried that I could not share the burden for my husband, so I happily left.I went to college and studied Chinese, because I was very interested in literature; when I went to a publishing house, I always had the opportunity to meet many popular literati and writers, so this job was naturally enjoyable.It was then that I began to try to write some articles, at first about husbands, then mostly about the lives of poor people, and then only about husbands again.I showed the manuscript to my husband, and he read it. He didn't say a good word, and he didn't criticize it, but he gave a rare smile.

Mr. also writes articles, I think he is better than me-I think that everything Mr. does is far better than me.But others say that my writing is mediocre, but I have spirituality: I deny everything, but my husband also said so.Afterwards, limited by the secular world, I was angry and generally stopped writing: "What I write can't make money for my family, so I just stop writing!"

My articles have indeed been appreciated by several writers, but they are only appreciated; for the content, most of them just laugh it off and don't go into it.There is no connotation in my article. After counting it down, it is only about Mr.—if it is not Mr., it must have his insinuation.In college, I also made up my mind to write articles that can inspire the nation and are full of soul-stirring power. However, "aspirations" are nothing more than reality, but this may not be the case.

I write Mr. most smoothly.The reason for this is all because my husband has influenced me since I was a child, and it became more obvious when I was in college.Needless to say the friendship of each other, just the incident of falling into the water is enough to make me grateful to him for the rest of my life.

The reason for falling into the water——It’s extremely embarrassing to say, when I was in the second grade, I fell in love with a girl in the same grade as if I lost my heart.I did have a good time with her. Later, for some reason, perhaps due to my lack of experience, the girl had a secret love affair with another former classmate, and she abandoned me, claiming that I "betrayed her first." , this move is really helpless.”Trapped by love, I absurdly came up with the idea of ​​committing suicide by jumping into the water. Passing by the nameless river in front of the school gate, I jumped into it.I don't know which benefactor it was. After fishing me to the shore, I left alone. I have never had a chance to repay my kindness. However, when I woke up, it was because I didn't die that I burst into tears.

After hearing the news, my husband rushed over and escorted me back home.I thought he would drive me out of the house because of this embarrassing incident, but I didn't expect him to frown first, check me nervously, and then boiled hot water to change my clothes before pushing me Go to his room, kneel me down, and then start yelling.I still didn't wake up at that time, I looked at his angry expression dumbly, and I didn't know what he was cursing, I just remembered that in the end, he hated iron and steel, with red eyes, gritted his teeth, and slapped me. face.

"Damn it, what's so good about that woman? You'd rather not have this family than your life now!"

He scolded.

I froze in a daze, motionless, it wasn't the hotness of the slap on my face, but the residual warmth of Mr.'s palm.