grandfather's daughter-in-law

What exactly is a promise?

The difference between a lie and an oath is probably that the former is taken seriously by the listener, while the latter is taken seriously by the teller.

Mrs. Ma's happy face lingered in front of my eyes, and she naturally helped Yu Minxiu take off her costume, while telling funny stories about her childhood, she naturally let her help, laughed with her, and listened with great interest.Am I thinking too much?I don't!If there hadn't been that waking up, they would have continued naturally.This kind of emotion that flows naturally from the body, like human joy and sorrow, cannot be faked at all.I don't want to say it's jealousy because I really don't.From the moment she closed the door of her heart, I was determined to guard her happiness one last time.Ten years have passed, ten years since the sunny day when I met her, a long, long time, the moment she closed the door of my heart, I planned for the second ten years, even the first For three decades, I was trapped in that vain dream that I would never wake up from.But now, the dream woke up unexpectedly, and I don't know how I can continue to lie to myself with my eyes closed.Maybe I should be like Mrs. Ma, with a high-sounding excuse, I can justifiably appear beside her, I can send Jingnan Jingxian to school with her, I can buy them gifts to please them, and I can even act as their half. mother.I was so blessed, but because of my cowardice and my stupid disguise, I finally gave her up.

Thinking that they might be enjoying the warmth of a four-person family (because of Wang Yugui's body, she thoughtfully gave them exclusive mother-daughter time), Jingxian would put her arms around Madam Ma's neck obediently and affectionately, acting like a baby in her arms, He called her in a muffled voice, telling Jingnan about it.Jingnan ran around her with his feet and screamed, and I could even see colorful paints on Jingnan's clothes.Yu Minxiu fondly scolded her for not being playful, and glared at Mrs. Ma resentfully, with a smile on her lips.My heart can no longer bear this torment.This is not jealousy.no.

In fact, all the scenes were exactly as I imagined.The only difference is that Yu Minxiu didn't look at them.she is gone.Mrs. Ma raised her head and smiled at me, then looked at them dotingly.I know that she is in the kitchen, cooking for her.Many years ago, on a moonlit night, she once stood in the gentle halo like an angel and whispered to me that the hot water has warmed me up.That night, I lay in bed and heard cicadas chirping, saw fireflies flying, and the moonlight flickered in the clouds. Everything became very different because of her arrival.

I stood outside the kitchen and saw her skillfully stir-frying the food with a shovel through the sparse window sills.It's not the wavy chestnut curly hair that reaches to the waist, but the black hair that is randomly coiled; it's not the graceful figure, but the bloated waist that will be tightened in time after giving birth to two twins; it's not the deep V on the back The elegant butterfly-bone dress, but this one that has been worn for three or five years, still has the soup that Shizuo accidentally spilled on it.What has the years left on us?What has life left us?This is.This is how a woman grows and ages.I have witnessed everything about her, the young girl who used to speak fluent standard Mandarin, this divorced mother who now speaks noisy and difficult Hokkien.Life is not an idol drama, not all hero and heroine are handsome men and beautiful women.Time is not a benevolent philanthropist, it only gives us maturity and wisdom, but does not take away our youth and beauty.It is such a woman, an ordinary, ordinary woman who is no longer youthful and beautiful, and I have loved it all my life.

If someone asks me, do you still believe in love at first sight?I don't think I can give an answer quickly enough.Perhaps it existed once, for a fleeting moment, and then transformed into another form of existence.Or it also has an absolute threshold. For example, when her feet were swollen during pregnancy and I soaked her feet in warm water every day, it exceeded this threshold and became a kind of mutual affection.The conversion relationship between love, friendship and family relationship cannot be simply drawn as an equal sign like mathematics. However, no one has yet given the conversion conditions between them, how long is the time period, and the probability of occurrence. a standard formula.Whether it is family affection, love, or friendship, I still love this woman all my life.

If someone asks me, do I still love?Dare to continue to love?I can only report a smile.For a lifetime as promised, a year, a day, an hour, a minute, or a second less is not considered a lifetime.For the rest of my life, I saw her face for the last time, smelled her smell for the last breath, and her hand for the last touch.

With this in mind, I called her.My voice trembled, my breath came and went, and my heart was wild and restless.I used to have a love that I didn't want to stay together, because a woman who came out of the blue was pushed to the point of no return.I forgot the promise I made before God. Although not long ago, I knelt there and asked questions over and over again. My knees seemed to still have the cold temperature of the floor, but at this moment, I held her heart tightly. grabs my mind.I can't be so cowardly anymore.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

But I can't say anything.She was still taking care of the three-cup chicken that was half fried in the pot, and her innocent eyes were as pure as a docile little white rabbit, looking at me in bewilderment.I fought desperately, but my lungs were still gasping for air.She is still distracted by taking care of the half-fried pot of Three Cup Chicken. At such an important moment, when my heart is beating wildly for her, she is still taking care of Mrs. Ma's pot of Three Cup Chicken .It's abominable!Then my face was covered by me like that, even I was taken aback by myself, but her kiss was fragrant and soft, like a glass of old wine, the taste I had tasted before, the taste I lingered on, the taste I had been in The taste that has been tossed and turned many times in the dream, with the same faint fragrance as always.I am intoxicated in this fragrant kiss, and my tongue can even feel the small tongue that has nowhere to hide like a frightened deer in the fragrance. The tenderness of wanting to refuse or welcome.For a moment, I thought she was responding to me, but the next moment, she pushed me away hard.He was panting heavily, his face was slightly flushed, and he looked at me with bewildered eyes.There was no harsh accusation, no stunned stunned, no words, she walked away from me without saying anything, leaving the half-fried three-cup chicken still smelling of burnt.

She and Madam Ma left, taking Jingnan and Jingxian with them.I waited all night in the living room, but no one came back, neither Yu Minxiu nor Ding Jianye.I reminisce over and over again about that impulsive kiss, that kiss that happened before I could explain anything, I think I must be crazy!I did go crazy because I found that I couldn't sit still, and I tried so hard to calm myself down, but it just didn't work.I was sitting on pins and needles, like a thorn in my back, I was at a loss.When it was almost dawn, she still hadn't come back.I thought that this past night, she must have stayed at Mrs. Ma's place; they were together all night, facing each other all night, and the child was sleeping soundly beside her.I was thinking wildly, and I couldn't control myself not to think deeply.That soft kiss, in the past night, please click on many GL classified briefcases→Who dyed blue cool thin post, you annoying little fairy.Have I ever rolled under other people's lips? I have deeply fitted the size of those soft and beautiful breasts, and have I been trampled by other people's hands?no no no!It must not be like this, she is not such a casual person.But I couldn't control myself, Mrs. Ma's seductive eyes, those hands that undressed her naturally, kept lingering in front of my eyes, and I saw the naked color.I was looking forward to being like many years ago, when I saw her smiling at dawn and telling me that she slept well in the troupe last night, and that Mrs. Ma left early, my anxiety and mania were too much to worry about.With this beautiful dream in my heart, I sat on the cold stone steps at the door and waited all night, but she didn't show up.

I don't know where to find her, the stone steps are icy cold, as if my heart was chilled from the bottom all the way.The sun appeared, and I prayed for it to slow down a little bit, but it jumped out of the mountain at once, like a disc, and it reached the top of my head before I even had time to blink, dazzlingly bright.The night really passed, and the mist on the shoulders was gradually melted by the warmth.She never showed up.

It has been three years since we moved to this place. These happy and unhappy three years have achieved her fame and fortune, broken her family, betrayed my love, and tore my dream apart.I used to think that I would hold on to this hopeless love until the day I died, and I would not speak out about my love, because from the day we met, I was doomed not to have such extravagant hopes.I used to think that such daily companionship could be regarded as staying together forever, but now, it seems that everything is over.It's time to leave.What can I do if I can't bear it?What is left of me but a scarred heart?