conspirator's love

It is an old saying that if you want to tie a man's heart, you have to tie a man's stomach.The dialect will successfully rewrite this sentence as: "If you want to tie your rival's heart, you must tie her stomach."

Although she was sore when she woke up in the morning, Fang Yan didn't want to waste such a holiday. After all, tonight was the eve of divorce. She wanted to spend it like Christmas Eve, full of auspicious and joyful festive atmosphere, and capture the heart of a rival in love. She stays away from the scumbag Zhang Zilu, and she still needs to achieve the real power of drinking and releasing soldiers, so that she can open the door of the residence to herself unconsciously, welcome herself to live until she finds a house, and also open the door of her heart to let herself Go in and correct the wrong value a little bit.

With such a grotesque ambition, Dialect exerted his extraordinary power of action. He first went out to buy groceries and filled his hungry refrigerator to the brim. The white floor was so polished that it could slip flies, and finally took out the lemon-scented clothes from the washing machine and hung them up one by one. She put down the clothes rail, and the fresh and cool air came in from the window.

She suddenly remembered that she went drinking with Mo Jiaxin that day. In order to prove the immorality of a loveless marriage, Mo Jiaxin casually told a story about a friend.

The dialect still remembers that Mo Jiaxin lightly twisted a cigarette and spit the smoke into the empty wine glass. A puff of smoke immediately rose from the wine glass, and her peach blossom eyes were misty, "My friend has been living since he was sensible. In the war between parents, from endless quarrels, armed confrontation to indifference like an ice cellar. It is good not to meet or speak. If you have to communicate, you have to leave a note. The most exaggerated thing is, My mother cooks a pot of rice and brings it to her own room, and does not let her husband eat a bite. Dad dismantles the air conditioner in the living room and installs it in his own room, just to take a gamble. This friend has been eating since he was 14 years old. I begged her parents to say, you should get a divorce, I can't bear this life of mutual torture. But do you know what her parents said?"

Mo Jiaxin smiled mockingly, "They said, if we don't get divorced, we will never divorce in this life, and we must not let outsiders know that our marriage failed." Mo Jiaxin snorted softly, "Obviously we have suffered a crushing defeat, but we still You have to whitewash the peace in front of outsiders. What else is left but torture each other?" She drank the newly served blue liquid in one gulp, and said in a sarcastic tone: "By the way, there is still a survivor who is full of fear of marriage. Daughter." There was still a drop of glistening liquid on her slightly pouty lips, and her eyes lightly glanced at the dialect.The slightly protruding mole at the corner of the eye made Fang Yan suddenly feel like a cat's claw scratching his heart.What a friend's story, this is obviously Mo Jiaxin's own story.Dialect knew it, but he didn't expose it.

For some reason, looking at this lonely face, Dialect remembered the girl she taught many years ago when she was a tutor. I can’t remember the name, but I only remember that she was wearing a pair of big black-rimmed glasses. Deliberately finding fault and asking some competition questions that I don’t know where to find to make it difficult for Dialect, Dialect is still good-tempered and trying to solve it, but I really can’t solve it, so I say that the teacher will teach you tomorrow, and seeing her look proud of her scheme, I can only do it. Helplessly smiled.In those days, dialects often spent a whole night solving problems, and they were forced to ask the teacher to have another meal.

The girl was cute and docile on the surface, but deep down she was as rebellious and lonely as the person in front of her.

There is also a reason for this contrast.Her parents were busy with their own business outside, and when they got home, they went into the house and ignored each other. That kind of indifference made even an outsider in dialect feel chilly.Not to mention, in the lively eating session of the dialect house, the girl directly skips the takeaway. No matter how delicious pizza, burgers and spicy chicken are, can they be the same as the flatbread made by dad and the egg fried rice fried by mom? .

So dialect occasionally brings the girl some hand-wrapped leek pies or dumplings stuffed with cabbage when he goes home on weekends, and has a meal with her. The hearty smile of the age comes.

Later, the dialect was going to take the postgraduate entrance examination, so I had to recommend the tutoring job to another school girl, and I lost contact with the girl ever since.

And the shadows of Mo Jiaxin and the child in front of him seemed to overlap.Maybe what she said is right, marriage without love is immoral, at least Fang Yan and Zhang Zilu are more like shareholders of Marriage Co. There was some illusion of happiness in the imagination of the future, but it never belonged to the two of them.

When getting married, Fang Yan also tasted some satisfaction brought by vanity: Zhang Zilu has a good income, is also handsome, has a house and a car, and according to the introducer, Fang Yan is more than enough.Marrying him, satisfying parents, enviing friends, making the introducer look good, everyone is happy, dialect seems to have no reason to refuse.But once you get in touch with the essence of marriage, under the appearance of harmony, you will live in peace, but once the storm comes, the boat of marriage will turn over as soon as it is said. Fortunately, the two of them have deliberately delayed the pace of childbearing in the past two years, and did not pull a single one. Children come to pay for their fragile marriages.

If there is a child, Fang Yan may not be able to let go of this marriage gracefully, and Zhang Zilu is still looking for comfort in his soul outside of marriage.I am afraid that another Mo Jiaxin will be created, using her attitude of playing love to express a mockery of a stable relationship, and building a sense of security on the basis of not giving emotion; now that I think about it, maybe Mo Jiaxin still thinks that he can break up some fake love. A harmonious marriage relationship is doing good deeds.It is precisely because of this understanding that Dialect once complained about Mo Jiaxin, but he couldn't hate her.Mo Jiaxin was wrong, but she was also wrong, fortunately there is still time.What's more, if anyone is responsible for the failure of her marriage, it is herself.

As soon as Mo Jiaxin entered the door, Mo Jiaxin felt that the whole room was filled with the atmosphere of dialect. At the door were her two boots neatly arranged, on the table was the leftover half of an orange she ate, and on the back of the sofa was her shirt. The coat, the humming of dialect, the clashing of pots and bowls, and the smell of food accompanied by mist from the kitchen.When she sat down at the dining table with a bowl in her hand, she carried a unique soft smell. When dialect reached out to take the spoon from Mo Jiaxin, her slightly curly hair brushed against Mo Jiaxin's nose, and The smell was sent directly into the nasal cavity, leaving a itchy touch.Mo Jiaxin was in a trance, as if a mirage had suddenly become a reality. The home she had imagined countless times surrounded her with sound, smell, touch and temperature.

"Try it quickly, is it delicious?" Fang Yan put the bowl in her hand and watched her try the dishes seriously. "I don't know if you like seafood or not, but I like it very much."

Mo Jiaxin took a sip of white clam and radish soup, and praised sincerely: "You've lost your tongue."

"Yes, yes, I am very good at eating. You know that Zhang Zilu is always on a business trip, and I am often alone. I haven't cooked for a long time. I am really a bit skilled." Dialect said, He stopped suddenly, thinking to himself, why did I mention Zhang Zilu.

Fortunately, Mo Jiaxin didn't mind when she heard it, and instead continued, "You are very good at cooking, and I am very good at eating. If you don't mind, you can stay here for a few more days."

Reached the first goal so quickly?Dialect was secretly happy, and at the same time praised Mo Jiaxin for being so exquisite, as if she could read minds.Busy nodded and agreed, but after thinking about it, since she is a transparent person, some things should be put on the surface, "Actually, we will go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to go through the formalities tomorrow. If you still want to date, I'm afraid..."

"It's not suitable to live here." Before she could say it, Mo Jiaxin interrupted her and said, "I have no possibility of continuing with him. Although how to live is my business, but..." She paused, lowered I turned my head to look at the soup bowl, and the little mole at the corner of my eye softened, "After I met you, I am sorry for causing you so much trouble. If you don't mind, I will live here until I find a house Bar."

I will receive her apology, and the dialect is a bit unexpected.In her eyes, Mo Jiaxin was a solitary, straight-forward person who cared the least about other people's opinions and criticism.Even if she was beaten, she could bear it, and then continued to live according to her own ideas, like a ball of soft and tough cotton, but today Mo Jiaxin actually bowed her head to her.It seems that the gourmet strategy is really effective. Most importantly, Dialect feels that his personality is quite attractive. In just two days, it not only affected the "cotton wool", but also tended to turn her into a small padded jacket.

"Oh, I see, let's borrow a few days, and I will move out when I find a house." The dialect immediately went downhill, and it took a long time before he said, "If you correct your mistakes, you are a good comrade."

After the meal, Mo Jiaxin played a movie on the projector at home and invited Dialect to watch it together.As soon as the lines in Dutch sounded, the strong dialect felt like his head was like the No. 1 ball on the pool table. It only stayed on the table for less than 10 minutes before being smashed into the pocket.She leaned on the sofa and fell asleep with her head tilted.In the fuzzy sleep, she vaguely dreamed of being gently kissed by a life-sized Bichon Frize. The soft tongue licked the corners of her lips, which brought a numb and itchy feeling. She couldn't help shrinking her neck and giggling. speak out.

Mo Jiaxin straightened up, admiring dialect smiling in sleep and shrugging his nose in protest, as well as those lips soaked in water by himself, and there was a jingling sound of billiard balls falling into the bag in his heart, just This glance has already been cleared by one stroke, and he has lost completely.She grabbed the dialect with her neck and head tilted at a weird angle, and let her slowly land on her shoulders.

The author has something to say:

The next update has to make them develop faster, what is a light kiss?Impatient I can't wait.

Eat it quickly.