Chapter 30 love on tissues

As she wept, the boy handed her a rough tissue.For a moment, she thought of the paper towel her husband used to wipe her tears—light and soft, with a refreshing fragrance of jasmine. Sometimes, even a single tissue can change a person's life. At the wedding, her tears flowed down one after another, not just tears of joy that a bride must have. The grand wedding banquet she insisted on holding at the beginning was not without a sense of compensation. He is a doctor of medicine studying in the United States. He runs a pharmaceutical company.She also smiled in agreement, but she didn't understand a lot of technical terms at all.

He is nice to her.Sending flowers, driving her to and from get off work, taking her to luxurious entertainment venues, and funding two collections of essays for her.But he himself fell asleep after only turning a few pages.For him, she always looked up to him and kept him at a respectful distance.But everyone around her was moved - if such a man doesn't marry, what kind of man are waiting for? She married in the end, but the tears flowed down involuntarily.In the luxurious Mercedes-Benz, he wiped her tears carefully with tissue paper all the way, and the faint fragrance of jasmine enveloped her face.

In the days of ease, she thought of that boy. I met the boy at a pen meeting.On the first night, the moonlight splashed and splashed all over the mountains.Leaning against the railing of the mountain, she put herself in the moonlight, listening to the dance music and vocals at the dance party in the distance.At this time, I heard him walking past her, stopped for a while, and murmured in a low voice: "Blowing eggplants and moonlit nights in several places." She straightened up in shock: Could it be that he could hear the voice in her heart? They have always been like this in the future: in a sentence, she said the first half of the sentence, and he naturally answered the second half.After the pen meeting, they returned to their respective cities, but they still used the phone to talk with the postman, talking about poetry and prose, talking about the world, then talking about love, and finally - talking about marriage.

Unconsciously crumpling the boy's letter into a ball, she was stunned.Maybe, she has always known that there is such a result, but... she saw her husband concentrating in front of the computer, and he has begun to gain weight in middle age—what should he do? The boy kept asking.Every time she saw a boy, she made up her mind to have a showdown with her husband as soon as she got home.But how do you say it?He has always been so kind to her. She is tormented by time, and her thoughts are as chaotic as a pagoda flower when the wind blows: advance, or retreat?To divorce or not to divorce?When they met again, the voice of the boy's questioning became louder and louder.She couldn't help crying when she thought of all her grievances.

The boy panicked, searched all over his body before he took out a tissue and handed it to her. The paper was gray in color, rough in texture, hard and rough in the hand, and it was obvious at a glance that it was sold on the free market by the pound. She thought of the paper towel with a faint jasmine fragrance when he wiped her tears. It was soft, delicate and light, just like the days he gave her: comfortable, gentle, and clean.If she hadn't met him, she wouldn't have been able to publish two books within two years, and she wouldn't have retained the purity of a girl who doesn't know the world. Late at night while waiting for the last bus on the street; his Kenwood stereo and the "Walkman" that the boy only needs to tap frequently... The boy gave her love, but he gave her the most important thing in a woman's life: safety feel.

Unknowingly, her tears stopped, she returned the boy's tissue to him, and said quietly: "I have it myself." She would still think of the boy often, but she never regretted her choice once: if one is roses and the other is a handful of vegetables that must be eaten every day, she can only choose the latter . But, that day, why was it such a cheap tissue that the boy handed over?