Chapter 70 Section Eleven

When love is over, hate should also be over. Full of pride, I knocked on the door of Chen Peng's house.Chen's wife with a haggard face let me into the living room.After I sat down, I raised my legs presumptuously and asked, "Where's Chen Peng?" Chen's wife made me a cup of tea and put it in front of me, and said, "He has gone to work and should be back soon. My son is ill. I just called him." "Oh, this is just right, I want to tell you something while he's away, please give me an idea." I sipped my tea to hide my nervousness, and said tentatively.

"Tell me, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you." Mrs. Chen pulled a small chair and sat across from me, and said with a gentle smile. "I'm already a member of Chen Peng, what do you think should I do?" I looked at Mrs. Chen's pretty face with a half-smile and said cynically. Mrs. Chen was taken aback when she heard this, and soon her face flushed with anger, erupting like a volcano.She stood up suddenly, grabbed the small chair and threw it at me.I scrambled to one side and dodged narrowly, breaking out in a cold sweat.The small chair smashed against a glass-framed landscape painting on the wall, and with a bang, glass shards flew.

Chen's wife pointed at the door and yelled at me: "Shameless, get out, get out!" I was still in shock, but not to be outdone, I yelled: "Let me get out, I don't know who gets out! Tell you, Chen Peng doesn't want you anymore!" Chen's wife went crazy, she ran into the kitchen suddenly, came back with a kitchen knife, and cursed: "You stinking shameless, you bully people too much, I'll kill you!" I didn't expect that the petite wife Chen would be so strong after being provoked, and I was so frightened by her aura that I couldn't do anything, so I thought of running away.Chen's wife seemed to see through my thoughts. She blocked the door with a knife and gritted her teeth and said, "If you don't make your words clear today, you can't get out of this door!"

"If you want to understand, ask your husband." I'm already strong on the outside, and my guts are full of regrets. I shouldn't have come to this muddy water. Just as we were confronting each other, a timid voice said, "Mom, what are you and auntie doing?" I looked around and saw a little boy about four or five years old standing barefoot at the door of the bedroom, his face was pale, and his big black eyes shone with fear.Chen's wife hurriedly dropped the kitchen knife, ran over to hug him, and said, "Don't be afraid, Mom and Auntie are playing cat and mouse."The little boy also cried out.

I rushed out of Chen Peng's house with a sore nose.I kept asking myself, "Am I wrong again?" He stumbled and ran downstairs, almost bumping into Chen Peng who came in a hurry.After Chen Peng saw that it was me, he grabbed my arm and asked, "Tell me, who are you?" I shook off his hand, walked away quickly, and said viciously: "Go home and ask your wife!" The taxi drove through the familiar streets and headed in the direction of the train station.I couldn't bear to look at the familiar scenery outside the window, and I couldn't bear to see enough. From time to time, a colorful Christmas tree or two flashed outside the car window, reminding me that today is Christmas.Nowadays, people have a great demand for festivals. While living traditional national festivals, they also live imported festivals. In fact, it doesn’t really matter whether a festival is a festival or not. The key is whether you are happy or not. If you have happiness, every day is a festival. , but where did my happiness go?

Revenge did not bring me pleasure, but made me sad.The bright eyes of the little boy followed me all the time, never leaving me. Maybe my actions can cause Chen Peng's family to break up, but he is not the only one who has been hurt, and the innocent mother and son who have been affected may suffer far more than Chen Peng. Standing at the entrance of the station, looking back at the city.My mood is as empty and lonely as the station square.There are people coming and going in the square, busy with things that have nothing to do with me, and I will embark on a journey that has nothing to do with them, but, but, in the distant dream, I am inextricably linked with them, love Loved it, hated it, there is no trace when you want to pursue it, and you can't give up when you want to forget it.

There are snowflakes falling in the sky.If the snow keeps falling, the city will gain a moment of whiteness after a night of sleep.But the snow will be swept away by people, trampled by people, and melted by the sun. The earth is still the same as before, the beautiful is still beautiful, and the dirty is still dirty, but a huge white is left in the memory.This is a summary comment I left for this city and myself who lived in this city before I left the city. (full text)