Chapter 8 Chapter Six

From the time my husband found out that the ring slapped me until he left home, he never said a word or looked at me again, and left with a deep wound.There was no news of him the next day and night.I kept calling his office, but no one answered, and he refused to answer his cell phone, and then simply turned it off. Where is he going?Where does he live at night? I keep guessing, I don't think he will go back to his mother-in-law's house.But in the end, with a glimmer of hope, after hesitating for nearly an hour, I dialed the number of my mother-in-law's house. After a few long bells, the mother-in-law's Mandarin with a slight dialect came.My mother-in-law was very happy when she heard my voice, and before I could speak, she kept asking when will I come?Where are the children?And said with enthusiasm that she has prepared a lot of food and is waiting for us to go back. She also prepared an ice cream cone chestnut walnut roll for the little granddaughter...

From my mother-in-law's words, I understood that my husband didn't go there. The daughter next to me just came and yelled, who?Is it dad? When the mother-in-law heard the little girl's voice, she couldn't wait to tell Xiaobao to answer the phone.The daughter answered the phone, asked who you are in a soft voice, and then shouted happily.I must have heard that grandma prepared so many delicious things, I thought.Then without hesitation, she made a private appointment with grandma to go to grandma's house tomorrow. Just after breakfast the next day, I took my daughter to my mother-in-law's house under the urgent urging of my daughter.My daughter sat on the back of my bicycle like a happy bird, singing loudly without interruption, which attracted the attention of passers-by.There is a white and fat little girl holding a spiral sorbet in her hand. She has a flowery head, and her yellow and soft hair shines brightly in the sun, and she falls to one side under the spring breeze, revealing her white hair scalp.She sat in the small back seat of her mother's car and kept twisting her body to look at her daughter with a yearning expression on her face. The ice cream in her hand melted all over her body, but she didn't seem to notice it.Until her mother turned the corner with her.But at the last moment of disappearing, I still saw the little girl persistently twisting her body and looking at us.

At the mother-in-law's house, the daughter followed her mother-in-law three times and brought a large amount of food. The coffee table was full of her daughter's food except for the fruit.My daughter sat on the ground happily to deal with the pile of food like a hungry kitten seeing a plate full of fish.After dismissing her daughter, the mother-in-law noticed that his son hadn't come, so she asked disappointedly.I had an extra thought and said, he has to work overtime, I don't know if he can come to eat at noon.I know that after this, my mother-in-law will definitely call my husband, and in that case, my husband will not refuse to answer.I wonder where the hell he is.As expected, the mother-in-law picked up the phone, and I heard the mother-in-law kept telling my husband to come back for dinner, but seeing her disappointed look, I knew that my husband refused.My heart also became heavy and depressed.

After hanging up the phone, the mother-in-law shook her hair in dissatisfaction and complained, and said to herself: It's true, people work overtime during the holidays, and the leader is too inhumane. The lunch was very sumptuous, but the father-in-law was still eating in silence, while the daughter was already full of snacks, and the whole room was singing, dancing and singing.The mother-in-law is like a vigorous duck, her legs are splayed outwards, she is holding a plate of carefully selected dishes in her hand, and she keeps talking about the nutrition of various dishes in her mouth, chasing the little girl, trying to make her Let's eat some vegetables, eat some fish, and eat some meat.I didn't have any appetite, so I only took a few bites, and then asked to go home.The daughter stayed behind at the insistence of her mother-in-law. Of course, the little girl didn't want to leave when she saw the unfinished food on the coffee table.

Lonely, like an eggplant beaten by frost, I walked out of my husband's house listlessly. The midday sun is beautiful and brilliant, making my gloomy heart even more depressed.I was riding my bike aimlessly in the street, and then I bumped into someone in a daze.When I realized that I had bumped into someone, I saw a fat middle-aged woman on the ground in front of me, crawling up with her big buttocks, and yelling loudly, you don’t have fucking eyes, go ride there!And next to her was a downed bicycle with one of its wheels spinning. I climbed out of the car as if I had just woken up from a dream.

That woman came over, standing in front of me and still yelling loudly, you are sick, can't you see that this is a straight road? I stood in front of her, still disheartened, unwilling to say a word, just listening to her scolding.Why don't you speak, are you dumb?Under her series of scolding and questioning, I finally said in a low voice viciously, what do you want me to say? She became angry and said through gritted teeth, you don't know what to say, don't you, it seems that you have no tutoring, so let me tell you, you should at least say sorry. So, I once again said viciously, sorry!

There were already a few spectators around us, and a little girl was standing behind the fat woman, covering her mouth and laughing at her big butt.While listening to her rebuke in a daze, I wondered why the little girl laughed, and then I laughed too, and burst out laughing.Because when the woman was trying to turn around and lift her bike, I suddenly saw a piece of overcooked rotten sweet potato sticking to her ass, like a pile of shit. At that moment, on a day when I was too emotionally distressed to cry, I was able to laugh so hard that I couldn't explain it to myself.The fat woman became annoyed at my laughter, and when she noticed the stain on her pants, she exploded again.She rushed up suddenly, grabbed my clothes, and asked me to pay for her pants.

I don't know how this dispute ended, because when the fat woman grabbed me, I saw a familiar face, it was my middle school friend Liang Li.After she helped me persuade the woman away, I found out that the dormitory building where Liang Li's family lived was beside the road, and I also realized that I was actually looking for her during this half-day wandering. Sitting in her clean and tidy home, everything in front of me awakened my shame and inferiority as usual.Her diligence in housework, tenderness to her husband, patience to her children, etc., and even the two rags in her house that are as clean as face towels made me feel deeply disturbed.As I sat there, I suddenly remembered seeing her husband with another woman at the hotel a few days earlier.At that moment, I suddenly forgot about my question.I didn't know whether to tell her or remind her, so I had to ask, are you happy?

She was a little surprised by my question, but she didn't hesitate to say her answer, she said, of course. I thought she must have been kept in the dark, so I had no choice but to bring the topic to her husband, trying to remind her.I said, why is he not here?Does he still love you like the first time? Oh, he is very busy and rarely at home.But he loves us, loves this family.Liang Li's contentment made me feel even more sad and sad.I think, let her live in a beautiful dream, it's better not to disturb her. Liang Li cut up a plate of pineapples and brought them over. The pineapples were beautifully cut, each piece was equal in size, and each piece was inserted with a toothpick.I picked up a piece of pineapple and slowly savored its sour taste, as well as Liang Li's wisdom.When Liang Li suddenly asked about my husband, I suddenly thought of my marital crisis and my extramarital affairs due to loneliness.In this kind of depressed and painful thinking, I really want to know if she is also lonely like me, and if she is also lonely, how does she adjust herself.So, again, I surprised her by asking her a difficult question.I said, are you lonely?I mean sometimes.

A trace of confusion flashed across her face for an instant, blurred like a fleeting meteor in the distant sky.Then she said that even if there is, it must be patient. Once again, I was deeply moved by the determination under her weak appearance, and then left with deep admiration and respect for her, as well as worry about her marriage future. yes!How many marriages in real life are as dull as a glass of plain water, why can't I drink this glass of plain water?When the passion slowly disappears from the marriage, and the middle-aged husband starts to make rapid progress in his career and finds it difficult to take care of his wife's emotions. When we, as wives, shift our focus from career to life because of our children and family, how do we face this lonely land? spiritual world?At this point, I think what my classmate said is true, even if there is, you must be patient.

Maybe it's because we're women, maybe it's because we don't have to face the world our husbands face.When the husband is facing all the troubles and difficulties outside the family, we need and should be able to guard this emotional land for the husband.However, I didn't do it. At almost three o'clock in the afternoon, I arrived home like a sleepwalker.Pushing open the door, I saw a change on the opposite wall: our wedding photo was hung upside down. I suddenly realized that my husband was back.I didn't care to change my shoes, and rushed to the bedroom, but there was no sign of him except for the messy clothes spread on the bed, indicating that he had been here.I ran to the study again, without him.I frantically ran to the kitchen and bathroom again, but he wasn't there. Standing in the living room, looking hopelessly for his shadow, I saw his slippers peacefully in their place.I had to admit that he was gone, and he didn't even want to see me, out of hatred for me.Tears flowed down my cheeks like a flood that burst a bank. I squatted in the middle of the living room feeling helpless. Only the hurt face of my husband when he finally walked out of the house with suitcases flashed in front of my eyes, those desperate eyes, those eyes. The trembling back, and the last moment of his back when he walked out of the house-made me helpless and hurt.My heart felt like a knife had been pierced, and my heart was broken. With tears in my eyes, I saw a blank piece of paper on the coffee table, pressing a cup. I opened my eyes wide and wiped my tears before I saw clearly that it was a piece of letter paper.It must be something left by my husband. I couldn't wait to walk over and stretch out my hand.But a terrible thought or omen suddenly popped into my mind—is that a divorce agreement?This thought made me tremble with fright, and my outstretched hand subconsciously retracted. I walked over and picked it up, and my husband's familiar handwriting flashed in front of my eyes like his kind face: I was dizzy and couldn't hold myself anymore.The two thin sheets of paper slowly slipped from his hands, fluttered in the air a few times and then went their separate ways, one of them landed in the corner of the sofa and the other by the door.And I myself seemed to have turned into a flimsy piece of paper, sitting softly on the floor in the center of the living room, and then weeping with tears streaming down my face. I don't know how long it took, but I felt that the tears had slowly dried up like a river running dry, my voice became hoarse like the creaking of an old bullock cart, and my head began to feel dizzy.And the two pages of quiet white paper in front of me seemed to turn into two sharp knives and fell on my heart, and began to slowly cut my body and soul.In a trance, my body seemed to be peeling off slices of flesh, and blood flowed silently all over the place. Above the red light of the blood, the reddened soul was withering petal by petal like a flower. , and slowly floated in the air, and finally scattered all over the ground.My heart and body sank in a deep pain. The light in the room became darker and darker, and the aches and pains all over my body became stronger and stronger as I sat on the ground. Only then did I realize that I had been sitting here for three hours. That night, I was almost sleepless, even though I knew that my husband would not come back late at night, and even though I knew that my injury to my husband had made him disheartened, I still hoped for a miracle all night long.I hope that a kind husband will change his mind because of his pity for me. I hope that a kind husband will return because love is hard to give up. I hope that a kind husband will give up divorce because he is grateful for his love for his children... In this way, I have been listening to the movement inside and outside the house quietly. I heard the footsteps that sounded twice in the corridor in the middle of the night, and they all entered other people’s homes. Heard the sound of water being flushed upstairs.I used to hear little winged creatures flying in the night sky just before dawn.I thought for a long time whether it was a fly or a grave.I was irritated and overwhelmed with thoughts.In the end, it was the gentle and long flying sound of the little creature, which was like a summer night lyrical ditty, which gradually calmed down my irritable heart.I still remember the little creature flying and suddenly seemed to hit something, and the brisk gliding sound instantly turned into a struggling whine.I remember that the wailing went from urgent to slow, from loud to soft, and finally stopped slowly.When a second or two, maybe a minute had passed, it seemed that the cry would come on again, and then and again until it died down, and I remember deciding that it had landed on a spider's web. I finally fell asleep, and the last thing I remembered was the night growing white, and how long the little creatures could live on a spider's web, and when my husband would be back. Another day passed and I woke up from a messy nightmare.Looking blankly at the darkness and grayness of the room, it feels like a dream.The scene in the dream just now didn't seem to have gone far away, like a film played on an old video tape, vaguely but vividly flashing in my mind again.I saw my husband kicked out of the car by a witch-like conductor, and I rushed to the witch and beat her desperately.I think this time I finally avenged my husband.But as soon as I got out of the car, I saw a crowd of people rushing over and sending me to jail.I saw my tearful husband bring me meals.There was a man in a black windbreaker standing silently in the distance, looking towards me... Dreams are sometimes an omen. What does this dream mean?I lay in the dark looking at the gray and white ceiling, puzzled. There was still a dead silence in the room, as horrible as an overgrown graveyard at dusk.I curled up on the bed like a humble corpse, except for the sporadic activities of my brain, everything was in a state of cessation. Through the dark weather through the curtains, there is a faint sound of thunder. No wonder the room is so dark?It's nine o'clock, but I have no strength, and I can't think of anything waiting for me.The kids aren't here, the husband isn't here, the husband may never come back, what do I get up for.My stomach is growling, however, I don't want to eat, do, or move.Because I really don't know what I can do when I am full, and why I eat?For living?For whom?for yourself?What do you mean by yourself?For daughter?Does my daughter need me?For the husband?My husband no longer wants me.Thinking of this, sadness began to hit my heart like a thicker and thicker fog, getting heavier and heavier, making me unable to breathe. Yeah, what are you doing alive?Why live?I thought about these questions over and over again, but after much deliberation, there was no answer.The husband's shadow appeared in the mist again, his kind and generous face became clearer and clearer, but his injured eyes once again told me how sad he was.Come on, I think maybe he's right.Over the years, I have hurt him enough to make him leave me, not to mention the shame and humiliation now? A shame that has been on my heart for many years and I dare not bring it up easily has deepened my guilt towards my husband. It was a winter night when I had just been married, and I quarreled with my husband relentlessly over a trivial matter.Helpless, he locked me in the house in a fit of anger, because he was afraid that I would run away as usual.That night, like a tiger in a cage, I, who was always willful, banged on the door desperately, and finally the door opened.When I was full of anger, I rushed out of the building and was about to leave when I saw someone playing cards in a half-open door on the first floor, and there was the voice of my husband. I stood at the door of that room with an angry face, and several people in the room turned their faces and saw me at the same time.My husband ran out quickly, and then pulled me back.However, being spoiled, I struggled. When I couldn't twist him, I stretched out my hand and hit my husband, but it hit him in the face. Unfortunately, at this time, an acquaintance happened to walk away. Come, take a look.My husband and I were stunned for a moment. I cried and ran back to my mother's house.I think my husband will definitely divorce me because I have made him lose face.However, two days later, he still came, and he came to pick me up. He said, I don't care what others say, I just know that I love you, and this kind of love makes me tolerate your slap.However, he said, if one day I really can't stand your cruelty, I might retreat too. Is this retreat really coming?Yes, which man can endure such betrayal and deceit?But I really didn't mean to hurt him.After getting married, especially when I returned from the sea, I really started to love and love him with all my heart, and I never thought of leaving him since then.Ten years of marriage and mutual affection have made me feel more and more deeply that only my husband is my best choice.Because he loves me, spoils me, and can tolerate everything about me, including my shortcomings.But I really don't understand why I love other men with the same sincerity and the same true feelings. I opened my eyes and looked around, feeling like a lost lamb, wandering helplessly.I don't know if my fate with my husband is really over or should be.As a sinner, should I let go of my husband, or should I get him back?I don't even know if I should be a wife or a lover? There are more and more problems in my mind, like metal shackles around my neck, making me feel more and more breathless, I am breathing hard, like an animal on the verge of death, Scared and sad.I tried my best to raise my almost dead eyes, and I didn't know who to ask for advice. It was raining outside the window, and the crackling raindrops hit the window pane, looking dull, monotonous and desolate.I was lying on the bed, and I could only pray devoutly over and over again: Husband, if you think you want to punish me, then punish me, I am willing to accept the punishment I deserve for my sins!God, if you think I need to bear the sins, you can give it to me. I am willing to bear all the sins I should bear, including disease and even death, as long as my sins can be redeemed, as long as my husband, daughter and relatives can live in peace . It was twelve o'clock at noon, and the sound of pattering rain was still beating everything in the world outside the window, and I started to repeat my daily nap habit inside the house.Although there is no food in the stomach to digest, the biological clock still keeps reminding that it is time for a nap.Eyelids began to become heavy, and consciousness began to blur. The sky was dark, and only a little light was struggling through the thick curtains. It was a good time to sleep. I closed my eyes. The phone rang suddenly, and I opened my eyes, looking at the dark room.Who will call, the husband?It suddenly occurred to me that he was going to get a divorce, it wouldn't be his, he was just waiting for my signature.I picked up the phone and gave a lazy feed.A familiar male voice came. You forgot me again?what to do?sleep?It's only twelve o'clock, have you eaten yet? I finally heard clearly that the person opposite was Wang Zhenqiang.I was a little bored and said, what are you doing for dinner?Can't sleep without eating? He may also have heard my emotions, and then said, what's wrong with you, are you uncomfortable? I'm still tired of saying, no discomfort. He actually smiled happily, well, since you haven't eaten and you're not uncomfortable, then come out and have dinner together.I'll pick you up at the intersection where you got off the bus the last time you went home.Then there is a beeping busy tone. I'm so angry, who promised you?Why do you hang up after talking on your own.My temper came up again.don't go!I took a breath and closed my eyes again. However, the sleepiness just now was disturbed by the phone call.This person is so strange, I only take his car once, as if I owe him, do we count as friends like this?I really don't know whether I should accept his invitation or not.Family and relationship entanglements have made me burnt out, and I have no ability to figure out whether he and I are friends.I close my eyes again, I think I'd better sleep!Only in the dream, did I feel a trace of peace. The rain outside the window seemed to have stopped, because there was no sound of rain anymore.The stomach is no longer growling, replaced by bursts of cramping pain.Thinking about it carefully, I haven't eaten since I came back from my husband's house yesterday.I thought maybe I should drink some water, because the throat was getting dry and uncomfortable. Just as I was about to get up, there was another phone call, and I knew it must be Wang Zhenqiang.His voice softened this time, and he said, I'm sorry, did I get a little too self-assertive.I was so angry that I became a little embarrassed when I heard his apology.I said sorry, I don't want to go.He said why?If you are in a bad mood, don't be alone.What's more, you haven't eaten yet?He talked so eloquently and with such sincerity that it was hard for me to refuse his invitation any longer. Don't let people wait too long, I weakly climbed up from the bed, then jumped out of bed, suddenly my eyes went dark, I felt like I was swaying from side to side like a weak reed in the wind, unable to stand still, stomach There was a burst of pain, and I couldn't help but drip cold sweat.I had to sit back on the edge of the bed.Suddenly, it seemed as if there were many flies in his head, buzzing, and his eyes were spinning.Oh, I really shouldn't have gone out. After a minute, I finally stood up.The legs and feet seemed to belong to someone else. I walked lightly and unsteadily through the living room and walked to the bathroom. In front of the mirror, my face was pale, and my melancholy eyes were blank and helpless.I kept washing these pale colors and melancholy expressions with clean water, and then covered their loneliness with many powders.When I put on a black suit, I looked even more lonely and desolate. Only a red shirt inside could make me look younger and more energetic. Wang Zhenqiang took me to the small room of a Sichuan restaurant.The walls of the room are decorated romantically and warmly with pink wallpaper, the ceiling lights are soft and warm, and the beautiful lady walks around attentively with a smile on her face.I was in such a warm environment, but my mood didn't change at all. I sat there, weak and preoccupied, with a stiff expression like frozen water in winter, lifeless.Wang Zhenqiang was in high spirits, teasing the waitress, telling jokes, and asking me what to eat and drink.I've been saying it casually, and it doesn't make any difference to me whether I eat or not. Wang Zhenqiang took a sip of beer, wiped the foam from his mouth with a napkin, and said, Do you have something on your mind? I tried my best to put on a relaxed look, but I thought that look must be uglier than crying, because the muscles on the face were wrinkled and hard to adjust as if they had just put on a mask. He looked at my expression and laughed, well, there is no need to pretend, drinking some beer may change your mood. He picked up an empty glass and filled it skillfully. The white and yellowish foam bubbled with white steam, as if the water was boiling, and there were beautiful transparent tiny particles dotted under the bottle. exudes upward.I suddenly had the urge to drink, because people say that alcohol can relieve worries. With his encouragement, I took a sip from the wine glass after a bit of tweaking.Although it was miserable, the cold feeling made my irritable mood calm down a lot because of the coolness.So at Wang Zhenqiang's invitation, I drank two more sips.It seems that wine is really a good thing, and I feel much better.Wang Zhenqiang is like a considerate big brother, while constantly holding various dishes for me, while introducing the nutrition of the dishes, he kept telling jokes.My mood began to improve, I began to move more freely, and my appetite increased because I was really hungry. I gorged on the food that Wang Zhenqiang had prepared for me, and I had slowly hidden the troubles of marriage for the time being.Wang Zhenqiang scooped up the black chicken soup with a big spoon and put it in the bowl in front of my eyes.On the one hand, you see that your face is pale, as if you are not recovering from a serious illness, it is time to make up your body. When he said this calmly, it made my eyes moist.I raised my eyes and looked at him gratefully.Suddenly, the feeling when I met him in the corridor reappeared, because there was something in his eyes or face that I was familiar with, and I couldn't tell what it was.But I think I must have seen those eyes somewhere. Under Wang Zhenqiang's persuasion, I drank another glass of wine. I felt that my body began to become light and my heart began to soar. Only my mind was still clear and I persuaded myself not to drink too much, which made people laugh.But the eyes have begun to become dizzy.I tried my best to see Wang Zhenqiang's face clearly, trying to see what was familiar, but my eyes couldn't settle down.So I picked up a piece of chicken and chewed it, murmuring to myself vaguely, how strange, how come I seem to have seen you somewhere! Really, you feel the same way?His inflected voice startled me.I raised my eyes and stared hard trying to see him clearly. I saw Wang Zhenqiang on the opposite side holding something with a chopstick by his mouth. He slowly put the object held by the chopsticks in his mouth, I saw his face start to squirm, and then he said, maybe we have seen it online?Do you chat online?he asked me suddenly. This sentence woke me up like a bomb, which reminded me of my emotional troubles in an instant, and all the regrets and annoyances of the past few days suddenly flooded my mind again.I felt momentarily flustered and short of breath. I froze for a moment, and said in a very low voice.I saw him pick up another dish with chopsticks, and said happily while chewing, then we should just treat each other as netizens.Because we don't know anything about each other.He said this casually, but it pierced my heart like a sharp arrow.I shivered with pain, and couldn't help shouting: No——OK!No way! I didn't expect such sudden words.The next thing I did was to my feet, and like a mad dog I squeezed out from behind my chair and rushed for the door.A chair next to me was brought down by me, and I grinned myself, but I didn't even stop and continued to stagger forward.However, at this moment, I felt the darkness in front of my eyes, the stars burst out, and I fell down. It was Wang Zhenqiang who helped me up.I heard his anxious voice, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you. I don't know how to explain my behavior. If I trace the root cause, it should be because my marriage collapsed because of netizens.I'm always so emotional, I can't rationally deal with impromptu and emotional things, and I can't control them. Maybe this is my Achilles' heel.And my extramarital affair may be the inevitable result of being so emotional.A kind of pain like a flood breaking an embankment kept coming to my heart, and I felt that I couldn't control myself again.Tears began to swirl in my eyes, and then rushed out of the embankment with a bang. I couldn't restrain my sadness, and I crawled on the table and cried. I kept crying, with my head resting on one arm, and the other hand kept wiping my nose and tears with napkins from the side, and then threw the crumpled tissues aside, while Wang Zhenqiang on the opposite side Simply take out a thick stack from the corner cabinet next to it and put it by my hand.I know very well that crying in front of someone I don't know very well is impolite and unrefined, but I can't control that much anymore.I just vented my tears blindly, as if I wanted to cry out everything I owed my husband in conscience and emotion. I must have cried for a long time because my neck and arms hurt from crawling on the table.Except for my sobbing, the room was silent, save for the occasional movement and talking in the corridor.I finally calmed down slowly, but another kind of pain seemed to be a derivative of tears, and followed.I have a bad headache.I think it must be from crying for a long time, or from the alcohol. I raised my head and raised my eyes, and saw that a hill of tissues had been pushed up beside my face.Wang Zhenqiang on the opposite side was silent thoughtfully, with a heavy face, as if immersed in a distant and somewhat sad dream.When he saw me sitting up straight, he moved his eyes to my face as if he had just woken up from a dream, and then said faintly, let's talk!Maybe I can help you, and if I can't, at least it'll be easier to say. I was ashamed and sad and hesitated.How can such a scandal be said?Until now, I really don't know how to do it, is it really to end the marriage?My husband has been waiting for my signature, and he doesn't even see me, and he doesn't even want to say a word to me.Maybe I really need someone to talk to?But this person cannot be a parent, relative or friend, let alone a classmate or colleague.I remembered what he said about me being similar to him and netizens.Perhaps it would do no harm to ask him for advice. The smiling waiter came in again and asked what do you need?My eyes were red and swollen, and I felt ashamed, so I turned my face away.Wang Zhenqiang asked the waiter to clean up the food, and told the waiter to bring tea and leave it alone.The waiter obediently began to clean up the rice bowls and plates on the table, coming in and out, and finally there was only tea left on the table, and then the waiter gently closed the door and went out. I suddenly remembered what time it was, and I looked at my watch and found that it was already two o'clock.Is it time to go? Wang Zhenqiang said with a smile, I am friends with the boss here, we can chat here. The corridor has also become quiet, and the soft and soothing music playing in the hall can be faintly heard, which seems to be a song by Teresa Teng. Wang Zhenqiang took a sip of tea slowly, stared into my eyes, and asked cautiously, is it about marriage and relationship? I nodded, feeling very sad. talk about it! I still don't know whether to say it or not to say it because it's such a hard thing to say.I had no choice but to pick up a cup of tea and drink while thinking.When I was thinking hard in my mind, the feeling of headache began to intensify, and I could even feel the aching skull bouncing.This kind of headache made my consciousness clear. I think I was really too excited. Telling people I don’t know well about my scandal, what do people think of me?Let him call me a bad woman?A woman engaged in extramarital affairs? I'm kind of glad I didn't say it, I quickly pushed my chair away and stood up, I said I had to go, I had a headache. When I was about to take a step, I felt dark eyes again, what's wrong with me.I calmed down for a while, shook my head vigorously, and then looked at Wang Zhenqiang, but his eyes seemed to be covered with fog, and his face appeared blurred in my eyes.I said I'm sorry, I think I'm tired; while moving my light legs, I walked out. I heard Wang Zhenqiang behind me saying that I will see you off.I said no, no, I'll take a taxi.Still, he got out and started the car.I stood at the entrance of the hotel, looking at the busyness of passers-by before me, but my heart felt empty: from now on, there will be no one busy for me among the passers-by on this street. My heart twitched and my nose felt sore.That's your fault! In Wang Zhenqiang's car, I almost fell asleep. When you are in a bad mood, call me.He stuck his head out as I got out of his car and said calmly.I would like to be your friend, remember!