Su Zi Yu Xia

As long as it is a slightly normal person, it will have a certain ability to protect itself, but at that time, I was naive and stupid, very stupid.I thought that being nice to a person meant giving myself to the other person unprepared, but I forgot that when I made this decision, I had already given that person the ability to hurt myself infinitely.

So stupid that he handed sharp knives to the opponent's hand, and then smiled and watched the opponent point the knife point at his body, stabbing the heart, the body, and the indelible soul.I also comforted myself that the other party cared about me. Anyway, that feeling was really uncomfortable.All that was left were wounds that could not heal, ravines, and ugly scars.

I don't want to think about these things, not at all.I silently closed the diary, I shouldn't have opened it again, that thick volume, the one that appears the most is Madam, that is my mind full of Madam.Full of grievances and dissatisfaction, and unwillingness.

Turning around and looking closely at the sleeping face of the madam, I felt mixed feelings in my heart, which turned into a long sigh in the end.In the final analysis, I am willing to do so, but fortunately she is still by my side.Put the diary at the bottom of the bookcase, don't see these things again, some things just let it pass, and don't hold on to what should pass.

Holding Madam's hand, I sat on the ground and turned my head to look at Madam's sleeping face, unexpectedly, I was fascinated by me.Maybe it was because the lady was tired from sleeping in one position, and I didn't come back to my senses until she slowly opened her eyes.

"Idiot, isn't it cold to sit on the ground? Come here quickly." Madam woke up and saw me sitting on the ground leaning against her, she was immediately upset.Although it is not particularly cold today, it is still chilly at night.Sitting on the ground with bare feet, it should be scolded.

Climbing up to Madam's body along Madam's hand, it is obviously not enough for such a big man to slip into Madam's arms.Lie on Madam's chest, most of the body is pressed on Madam's body, and the rest will naturally be handed over to the sofa.Madam wrapped me in the blanket she was wearing and held me in her arms. She didn't blame me for lying on top of her at all.

"very nice."

A hand emerged from the blanket and landed on Madam's face, finely scrubbing Madam's face.It's very warm and comfortable. I like the touch. It's nice to have a pair of eyes with my wife and say something.

"Stupid, good boy, I'm here."

Probably in this world besides my mother, only my wife understands my thoughts best.I didn't say anything to Madam.Holding my hand, looking at me affectionately, those eyes are full of affection.It's almost overflowing, but I like it.

"Madam, it's late to go back to bed, you have a good rest."

After rubbing each other's ears with his wife for a while, he got up and pinched his wife's little face and spoke.

"Sir, hug!" Madam put her arms around my neck like a little woman and coquettishly.

"Okay, but...it's good. Hehehe."

All of a sudden, my wife seemed to be a different person. The youngest daughter's posture disappeared instantly, and she looked at me with a bewitched look.No matter how many times, every time Madam shows this expression, it always makes me angry, and I want to swallow Madam in one gulp.

Letting my wife hang on me, I reached out to turn off the light in the living room, and then walked towards the bedroom in the dark through a familiar route.The madam blew on my ears, knowing that my ears were soft, so she bullied me so recklessly.

The night is still long, the sky is not completely dark yet, and there are many shadows outside the window, but this is not important. At this time, we only have each other in each other's eyes, and there is no room for others.This warmth is very warm and long, and they regard each other as treasures.What's next, it's not suitable for children, everyone understands it so I won't talk about it, or if my wife sees it, I'm afraid I'll be criticized again.

My wife studied economics at university, and worked in a small company in the city where she studied after graduation.Later, they came to my side, and the two of them finally ended their long-distance relationship.My wife has found a job here, and she's still in this business, and she's been working for some time.There is a lot of work, and I am very busy every day, but I can't help with anything, so I have no choice but to choose to accompany my wife silently.

As for my job, I majored in telecommunications at university, and I didn’t know what I could do. When I graduated, I didn’t bother to think about so many problems, so I went directly to a company that has a cooperative relationship with the school. It’s a very boring job. , After working for a year and a half, I chose to resign.After thinking about it, I decided to do another job. Of course, I have not been idle for the past two years. I have also learned some software programming and the like, because I want to be a programmer.Now I have to start all over again, which is very melancholy, but I am very relieved that my wife is supporting me.

When I was in college, I came into contact with the writing industry by chance. At first, it was purely to earn travel expenses and pocket money.After all, there are six or seven hundred miles away from my wife, and money is needed for coming and going, so I take it as a part-time job.After slowly getting in touch with some people and some things, I have the idea of ​​​​making a hole by myself.However, the idea is always beautiful, but the reality is still too cruel.

I don't have the kind of firm determination and lack of a certain ability to act.So this matter is delayed again and again, always looking for excuses.Still writing super watery and boring articles to earn pocket money.I have seriously discussed this issue with my wife, and my wife supports me, but I still know how much I have, and I am very self-aware.Knowing that I probably wasn't this kind of material, I didn't have the passion to write articles to support myself.So I still work hard, and I write something when I am bored after work.

After resigning, I submitted many resumes. While waiting for the reply, I took my wife to and from get off work every day, cooked and took care of the house.My wife always said that I was like a virtuous little daughter-in-law, and he was the one who enjoyed the blessings of everyone.I can't deny that.For my wife, I will always be an exception, always warm and always heart-warming, she is the one who makes me want to have one more time, there is no one.

The days are trivial, but when the two of us are together, we feel very warm everywhere, which is the feeling of home that we both want.A long time ago, we had a vision for the future, and now, the two of us are working together to achieve more.

The old man said that love is mutual support, mutual trust, mutual dependence but independence.There will be friction, but life is like this, there are always many trivial things, it is impossible to be perfect, this is the taste of life.Fortunately, this is probably the current situation of my wife and I, but there was and was inevitable a crisis before mutual support.For me, it was fatal, at one point disheartened, at one point broke my heart.

/// Suddenly want to write something down before continuing, very sudden idea.In fact, I just got up from the bed, my hair is messy and I look like I haven't woken up, but this thought came too suddenly.I really don't really want to present a very chaotic timeline, but if it really needs to be explained clearly, to be honest, I don't understand it.There are always a lot of inexplicable ideas, which is very annoying.It doesn't matter if you say it is naive, or you are deceiving yourself.To be honest, I didn't realize a very serious problem until today.So what's the point?

Yes, the story is indeed very common and boring, but everything before that summer vacation was what I felt and experienced.For the things after that, I think I probably built an ivory tower for myself. It's not perfect, but it's what I want.But today, I suddenly don't know the significance of building such an ivory tower.

Do you feel that you are too pathetic in reality?Still feel like you can't get past this hurdle?Or is that person really that deep-rooted?After one question after another, well, I woke myself up by asking myself.Suddenly it was like a deflated ball, and suddenly everything no longer went according to the original track.

Thinking carefully, I was terrified, and I didn't dare to ask too much to find the answer to the question, or maybe all of this was just my inner comfort.With all the calculations, I can't figure out when we started this love that is not tolerated by the world. It can be called love, I think so, but I don't know what that person thinks at all.At first, I was self-righteous and felt that I knew that person very well. After all, that was just the part that the other party wanted me to see.Come to think of it, who is not like this.Who can really understand a person, everyone is an independent individual, and only a part of his own mind is revealed in the constant collision and friction, so how can it be called understanding?

Recently, I fell in love with staying up late like crazy. It's not that I'm not sleepy, but that person doesn't seem to plan to let me go.Look at that man, who keeps saying he loves me but makes me so sad.It seems to have calmed down a lot now. The sacred ivory tower still needs to be built, and it is time to face these.It's been more than four months in a daze, and I don't know how I got to the present.I don't have to stalk, it just takes time.How long it will take is anyone's guess, I don't know, you don't know, and that person never will.

Calm down, it's time to continue making up the story.Relying on the little bit of knowledge and guesses about that person, he fabricated a complete personality, and then made himself a plain and warm dream.It's just that everything is false, the dream will wake up sooner or later, and I will wake up sooner or later, and I have to wake up.

☆、Chapter 7