In the dead of night, I walked towards the bedroom exhausted, looking from the window, the surroundings were pitch black, and I couldn¡¯t see anything clearly, because the lights had just been turned off, and it took a process of adaptation.
After a short pause, I quickly adapted to the darkness and I was able to walk freely again. I slowed down my walking speed and tiptoed so as not to affect my family.
When I am busy with my own affairs, I will feel guilty about my wife at this time. I really seldom spend extra time on my wife. It¡¯s not that I don¡¯t love my wife, but that I made a promise to others. That's why I force myself to do things. Although I feel guilty, I still do things according to my own wishes, because I also know that success or failure is the will of God, and human will can't turn things around or change anything, but I still want to do it.
Let the wife stay alone in the vacant room, and rarely spare time to accompany the wife and chat with her and say some warm words. Thinking of this, the kind of confession and promise I made to her when I was young suddenly flashed in my mind. Every day, I will tell you a story, no matter how long or short, or an anecdote that I made up or read, saw or heard. To make you happy, but I broke my promise.
? At that time, I was talking, with impulsiveness, my wife listened carefully to the beautiful stories I told, and gradually became intoxicated, and then slowly sank into a dormant state.
Are you still listening?
is listening.
She closed her obsessed eyes, she felt tenderness, she occasionally squirmed her body slightly, and lay down more comfortably as if enjoying herself. I kept talking about it, like a trickling stream flowing through her heart, so that my wife felt the warmth. Feeling the lingering sentimentality of the soft whisper, gradually fell into a dream, and fell asleep soundly.
I used to talk endlessly in her ears, telling stories eloquently, as if she enjoyed the beauty of art, and often fell asleep so sweetly. What a pleasant time, what a beautiful and happy life.
Later, I was interrupted, became lazy, and it became very difficult to pick it up again. After such a long time, I gradually gave up, and it seemed that I no longer had the energy and time to be happy.
?Because I have to rush for life to untie the turmoil and troubles of life.
At this time, the wife has not yet entered the dream, relying on a certain feeling in the dark, she still has not fallen asleep, why the wife has not fallen asleep, thinking this way in her heart, but she did not bother her, listening quietly, she did not send out even Familiar with the sound of hearty snoring, it means that she has not fallen asleep, or that she has not slept yet.
Now I don¡¯t need to tiptoe, but my movements are a little bigger, and I start to prepare before going to bed normally, turn off the phone so as not to be disturbed by the sound of the phone¡¯s timekeeping, lie down comfortably, stretch my legs and feet, Let the limbs feel comfortable, and the room is immediately quiet, and everything is still.
There was silence all around, she turned her body, and then there was no movement, turned her body again after a while, and then turned over and over again, her body was like a pancake.
What's the matter, I haven't slept yet, is there something on my mind?
The wife did not answer, and continued her actions. After a while, she let out a painful urge, yes, the painful urge of a person who cannot sleep, how painful it is at such a night.
I have experienced this personally. I don¡¯t know how many times I have experienced this, but I couldn¡¯t fall asleep. When I was about to fall asleep, I woke up suddenly, and then I couldn¡¯t fall asleep.
The wife finally expressed her unhappiness. It was that the relationship between her workplace and her boss was not harmonious. The wife was used to the original simple working environment and innocent life, and no one was intriguing with her. Working in one's workplace, there is no conflict of interest with others, and they naturally live in harmony with each other, and no one will infringe on anyone's interests, and a little friction can be resolved quickly. But in a new working environment, the whole person has changed. The wife who sits in an office with a certain mission supervises the capital turnover of a small business. Naturally competing with others has brought her passivity in work, being blamed or invisible suppressed, and enduring the distress brought to her by her boss.
Having said that, I recently discovered that my wife's hair is falling out badly, and the strands of blue strands scattered on the magnet by the sink are really worrying.
She is already old, not younger than a young man, so she is always in a bad mood, gets angry at every turn, blames me, expresses it in a woman's unique way, but buries the unspeakable resentment in her heart, I understand Her difficulties, so I try my best to endure, let her feel that there is still a little warmth in the family.
? When I got home my wife was exhausted, showingShe looked weak and limp, it can be said that almost a day of work exhausted all her physical strength, the pain in her heart could not be expressed, she could only find a person or object to vent after the transfer or change, naturally it was the family. I am the person in the safe haven, who made us husband and wife.
It is reasonable for her to act like this. Looking at her gradually thinner body, it really made me feel worried, even sympathetic, but I couldn't do anything to help her. I felt a little uncomfortable, and it really made me feel helpless sometimes in life. I've said it many times, don't go, isn't it good to stay at home, first of all, I have no worries about food and clothing, why do I have to work hard, this is a joke with my own life, but I don't listen to advice. Procrastinate and procrastinate. Why did she do this? In a word, it was for money, to make more money.
I don't object to the satisfaction of her pride in being a self-reliant laborer. I just can't figure out how the individual phenomena of the social system can achieve common prosperity and everyone is equal. It's just talking, it's impossible.
People are always people, and wives work for capitalists. How can capitalists be merciful? There will be no peace, the capitalists are the same exploiters as they were in the past. Labor under any system is exploited. Is it possible that the new capitalists will make the system equal? Fuck, impossible.
"Are you worried about those things again?" I asked, and my wife's chatterbox suddenly opened up, so she began to vent and talk, venting all the grievances and anger in her heart in an instant, talking endlessly. All the resentment and cynical feelings that had been suppressed for a long time poured out.
At this moment, in the dead of night, my wife's voice is simply a blast of power, which is unstoppable. It is unbelievable that a weak woman can produce such a huge anger, cynical and terrible power, and the thing that has been suppressed for a long time is finally here. It burst out and fell down like splashing water.
I know that she will feel better this way, and she will be quiet after venting for a while. The silent night was broken by her anger, and my drowsiness disappeared immediately. I couldn't fall asleep for a while, which involved my life and affected my whole life. Such unpleasant things are unavoidable in people's life. We need to adjust our mentality, slowly learn how to get along with others, how to solve such and other problems, and communication requires a process.
The wife is very self-willed and will never admit defeat, and persuasion seems to be of no use. Let her get along with others by herself, so that practical problems can be solved.
In the later story, the wife naturally did what she wanted to do and made the other party succumb to her stubbornness. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com