Chapter 16 Chapter Fourteen

I was awakened by a loud noise.I opened my eyes and saw a woman shouting angrily while pulling Wang Zhenqiang out of his driver's seat.A layer of white snow has accumulated on her head and body, obviously she has been in the snow for a long time.Wang Zhenqiang was grabbed by the neck like a chicken, and stood staggeringly on the snow. You heinous bastard, you have ruined her since she was a child, and now you are here to ruin her home.You came to the door by yourself, looking for a lesson by yourself. The two slaps of "pa" and "pa" followed the middle-aged woman's waving hands through the misty snow mist. I saw the snowflakes on the woman's head and body were falling down with the violent body movements, like cotton balls. Scattered everywhere, fluttering and melting with the snowflakes falling from the sky.For a split second I didn't understand what happened?I looked around and saw my mother on the other side of the car with a surprised expression standing there.

Wang Zhenqiang finally stood up straight, and his mother ran over, pulling the woman desperately.The headlights illuminated the woman's face as she was pulled toward the front of the car, panting by her mother.I recognized it, it was my aunt.A woman with the same willful temper as me. I've been waiting here for a long time, and I expected him to come today.She was still yelling loudly, I can't let this dog go today... She stopped suddenly and stared at me who got out of the car with her mouth gaping.Immediately afterwards, my aunt rushed over, hugged me and yelled, poor child, have you forgotten the past, can you really not remember it?Why are you still in contact with him?

What did I forget?What's the matter with him?I looked at my mother with wide eyes in doubt, and at Wang Zhenqiang.Mom was scared and overwhelmed again.Wang Zhenqiang suddenly rushed over and raised his fist viciously at his aunt and said, you bastard woman! Mom was also stamping her feet desperately, staring at Auntie.However, my aunt turned a blind eye and was irritated again by Wang Zhenqiang's fist.Like a furious lion, she let me go suddenly, turned around, jumped up and grabbed Wang Zhenqiang's hair, and said through gritted teeth, I didn't send you to prison back then, it was easier for you, I didn't expect you would still have the guts to bully Xiaoyun today ...

The aunt was still yelling loudly, and Wang Zhenqiang and his mother were also swaying around her.It was noisy.I suddenly realized something, Wang Zhenqiang's smile, Wang Zhenqiang's occasional sadness, Wang Zhenqiang's white complexion... I suddenly saw the mother's face on the glass window in the afternoon, and the boy his father was chasing... I heard myself yelp, then turned wildly and ran away.I want to run away from everything around me, run away from my parents, run away from that little boy, run away from the boundless night, and run away from the white snow flying in front of me.During this fast running, my mind slowly turned into chaos, and the black night and white snow in front of my eyes also began to spin, turning into two distinct black and white lines running at high speed, a dazzling pattern that became more and more blurry. The bigger it turned, the more it covered everything around me like a huge whirlwind snowballing, covering me who was helpless and frightened.

I was still running desperately, as if trying to escape this magic map composed of black and white lines.However, as I was running, I suddenly felt that I had turned into a small piece of paper and was rolled up, like a small ink dot in the pattern of black and white lines, without a fixed position.The wind was whistling in my ears, I screamed in fear, the sound passed through various lines and blanks in the black and white pattern, passed through the rolling dust and debris and disappeared into the invisible world .I feel that huge whirlwind is spinning at high speed, flying over, whistling and rolling up all the papers, garbage, empty cups, and light souls like me on the ground, in the air, and around, and finally rushing towards a dark cave .Just like a monster in a fairy tale in my memory turned into a puff of gas and got into the bottle, the whirlwind took me like a grain of sand and was sucked in.I am dead and going to my grave.This is what I thought the moment I was drawn into the hole.Then I felt that a tear was flowing from my eye socket, and fell into the darkness with the sound of howling wind.

The cave was black and bottomless. Following the whirlwind, I was compressed by the entrance of the cave into a strand of high-hardness and high-speed objects, wrapped in the whistling wind and rushing forward.If it is a cave, it is better to say that it is a deep well, perhaps a dry spring of the earth.I was falling at an accelerated rate in this deep and dark well.I tried to keep my eyes open, but I couldn't see anything.Only the screeching sound of the air, and the bristling of my hair as my body fell, made me feel how terrible the speed of my fall was.I don't know how long it took and how deep I fell, but I seemed to be caught by something light and fluffy.Before I understood it, I was flooded...

When I woke up, I saw myself lying in a bright garden.The new grass is green, the green trees are thick, and wild flowers are dotted among the green leaves like stars.I rubbed my eyes, took a deep breath of fresh air, and then I stood up, wearing the red dress my mother had just sewed, flying like a happy butterfly among the grass and green trees.Beside the newly built red brick house not far away, there is a huge old locust tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, like a thick green mist clamped at the foot of the blue sky.I remembered that it was the place I often climbed, and it often carried me like an old grandfather, carrying my dreams, nursery rhymes and games.I ran over, and my childhood partner flashed out from under the tree—a fair little boy, Brother Chen, I called him Dong Yong.

It was a character in a story my grandma used to tell us, and I gave him that name.That old pagoda tree became our witness.We worshiped heaven and earth under the old locust tree, and completed our wedding ceremony on its thick, crooked branches.Xiao Dongyong said that today he will complete the last wedding procedure - entering the bridal chamber.I giggled and was picked up by him.Then he closed his eyes as he asked.A strong scent of Sophora japonica floats into the nostrils, surrounded by the sound of chirping sparrows.I'm still giggling and feeling a whirling and dizzy pleasure on his back.When I was put down, I opened my eyes and saw that I was placed on an old bed in the newly completed red brick house.I was still being asked to close my eyes, I felt something fuzzy in my mouth and I was tickled and giggled loudly again.Then I felt my skirt was lifted up, and something warm hit my lower body hard.I sat up curiously, and he told me that all brides enter the bridal chamber like this.I obediently lay down again.

I smelled the fragrance of Sophora japonica flowers again, which seemed to emanate from under the hard and cool bed, accompanied by his heavy breath, like the hot and humid wind blowing on his face in a summer afternoon.My giggling was replaced by a cry of tearing pain as the chirping of sparrows came again.Then I heard a group of sparrows rushing up and flying away, and a strong scent of Sophora japonica came to my nostrils. He hugged me in his arms and sang a beautiful and sad song to me. I couldn't hear the lyrics clearly, but I only remembered the scent of Sophora japonica blooming around me, which seemed to be the melody of that song.Suddenly, I saw a familiar face on the glass window, yelling angrily with its mouth wide open.Then I heard a piercing creak, and shards of glass flew in all directions, falling in different places in different flashes of light.On the chests of brother Chen and me, a piece of pointed glass reflecting various colored lights fell.

Dad rushed in, Xiaochen left me and ran away.When my mother pulled me up, I saw a pool of bright red blood on the rough bed, the edge of which had congealed into red and black, looking at me ferociously. I cried with a "wow", and the scent of Sophora japonica in my nose seemed to be stronger. I woke up again, and the immature crying from my childhood was slowly fading away like a wisp of cooking smoke, leaving only a nightmare-like feeling lingering in my heart for a long time.Opening my difficult eyes, I found lying in a room with soft lighting and simple settings.A familiar and warm atmosphere exuded in the room made me feel my mother's presence immediately.Oh!This is mother's room.There was a rustling sound in a certain corner of the room. I turned my head with difficulty to follow the sound, and saw the back of my mother. The old figure was hunched over and trembling slightly. Her thick hair was already grey, like the fall of autumn morning. A layer of frost.

she is crying!It was the hem of her trembling blouse that was gently shaking the green potted flower under the window root. Mother!I cried softly, tears bursting down the embankment.Mother turned around, her red eyes were exhausted, like an old horse hovering on the verge of aging and sickness, her whole body exuded sadness, desolation, despair, helplessness and helplessness.A beam of light obliquely shining from the window is screened by the gauze curtain, turning into a speckled pattern and reflected on the wall beside the mother.When the mother walked by, the pattern jumped from the wall to the mother in another flowing posture in an instant, and then jumped back again, returning to its original shape.Mother also fell into the darkness again from the flashing light.Only the illuminated shining things in the eyes seemed to be pulled down by the light, and flowed vertically and horizontally into the deep or shallow wrinkles along the old cheeks, and then turned into a kind of moist Sorrow, condensed in the mother's old face. I see, I remember.With tears in my eyes, I was hugged by my mother in her soft and warm arms, like a helpless baby greedily inhaling the familiar scent of my mother.There were drops of tears falling on my cheeks, itching and crisping together with the tears on my face, flowing to the ears and corners of the mouth.I heard my mother's weeping intermittently, as if the dry water channel was blocked by something, and the strong torrent in it kept making a heavy flow. When I raised my tearful face and struggled to say the question "I was no longer a virgin when I was a child", the pain that my mother had been suppressing finally spurted out.I saw her old head drooping violently, the strand of dry white hair trembling a few times, and then suddenly a long howl came from her chest, passing through the heavy and damp atmosphere in the room, and hitting the hard wall , Then bounced back again, surging, surging, and roaring around my mother and me like a tide.Mom burst into tears.In her arms, I was shaken violently by her, like a small boat sailing on the stormy sea. Mother's cry echoed in the silent room, intertwined, and collided, filling every air molecule in the room with all kinds of sorrow more and more densely.In this deep sorrow, I finally opened my painful heart and let out my sorrow. Two days later, I broke through my mother's dissuasion and returned to my home. The house was a mess, bearing the traces of our conflict that night.A pile of messy things at the door: slippers in a mess, my daughter’s toy dog, my husband’s T-shirt, my corset, a leather bag, two books with pages, and three VCD discs... That’s when I rushed out the door , the husband threw something at me.The wedding photos of my husband and I still hang on the living room wall.My loving husband is smiling generously at me.I touched my husband's cheeks, lips and eyes with my hands, tears streaming down my face. Yes, I have been sorry to my husband from the beginning. What I gave him was an incomplete body, an incomplete love, an incomplete heart and an incomplete marriage.Yes, the husband is not too much by any means.I don't deserve his pure love, his care, his trust, and everything about him.Everything should be over, and what should not be owned should be returned to fate! I turned the photo upside down again and hung it on the wall, and the white wall immediately seemed to open a window, and then strands of sad and lonely breath kept blowing from there, silently dissipating the heat in the room forced out.Standing in the middle of the living room, I began to feel the cold air, and the tears on my face seemed to have frozen.I know that the photos turned over this time will never be turned back again, just like this blank frame, it will always be blank to show people. The phone rang, and like a flash of lightning in the silent, mournful air, my consciousness was suddenly illuminated.I hesitated to answer, because I really wanted to be alone and think about my past and future.However, the phone rang tenaciously in the house, and the piercing rings made my fragile heart tighten more and more. Everything in the house seemed to be shaken by the ringing rings, even the condensed air seemed to be shaking. become broken.I picked up the receiver and sent out a raucous, sloppy greeting.However, the answer was a familiar heartbreaking voice - Sima Xiao!My scholar!A kind of painful trembling spread through the whole body in an instant through a small thread, just like a small water pipe suddenly hit by a huge water column sprayed by high pressure, which made me dizzy for a while, and I held the receiver His hands trembled unconsciously.I felt so weak that I was going to collapse. On the other end of the phone was Sima Xiao's gentle voice, as soft as fluttering silk slid across my face, slowly fell on my body, and slowly wrapped me around.My heart and even my whole body became eager, anxious, and excited under this gentle wrapping, my consciousness was in a mess, and my words were stuttering.I wiped the tears that kept pouring out, and kept asking, how could it be you, how could it be you? I repeatedly said words incoherently that I didn't understand myself. After a few minutes, my beating heart calmed down a little and I heard his words. He said, I really can't help it, I want to hear you.do you know?Why did you walk away suddenly that day?You know how sad I am!I called your unit and they said that you asked for leave.I called your home and couldn't find you.what happened to you?Is our fate really over?His voice also began to become hoarse, and a painful sigh came faintly through the phone, as light as a gossamer, but pulled out strings of painful tears from my longing.A silence came from the phone, like a heavy fog quietly spreading, I don't know how long it took, I heard the slow but difficult words like whispers from the other end of the phone, he... ...Is he okay with you? His very light question was like a thunderbolt that blasted out the resentment I had held back for a long time, and it was blown into fragments flying around.I felt that every pore in my body was spraying out resentment, regret, pain, helplessness, despair and other emotions.I tried my best to cover my mouth, turned my head away and cried silently, venting.The overturned mirror frame on the wall was facing my blurry teary eyes. In the dimness, I seemed to see my husband's injured eyes looking at me resentfully from there.I finally suppressed my crying and tried to say in a calm tone, it's okay. Sima Xiao fell silent for a while, and another heavy sigh came from the phone.He said, I really don't know how to express my guilt to you.I know I hurt you and your marriage.If he still can't forgive you.I will give you everything, happiness, marriage, responsibility, if you will.I promise you with sincere love! His words were full of sadness, like a plowshare plowing on my eardrums and heart, plowing out long and deep ravines constantly, where the plowshare passed, constantly turning bright, bloody The longing and pain, this kind of pain keeps rising, completely knocking down the weak me.I finally couldn't hold back the longing and pain that filled my heart, so I burst into tears. My cries pierced my soul from my chest, making the scholars on the opposite side more and more at a loss.I heard his anxious, incoherent words of reassurance.However, I just kept crying, and Sima Xiao's voice on the opposite side slowly disappeared like smoke.Only when there was a beeping sound at the end did I know that Sima Xiao on the opposite side had left. Who is willing to endure the cries of a woman who is always in distress?That was what I suddenly remembered after I hung up the phone. Almost at the same time, all the indescribable feelings of inferiority and regret filled my mind. However, my idea was quickly proved to be a mistake.Four hours later, as I was wandering in a drowsy sleep, I was awakened by the rapid ringing of the phone.I struggled to open my swollen eyes and reached for the receiver.There was a mess coming from inside, but the indistinct sound still surprised people and woke me up completely.Sima Xiao has come to my city! An hour later, I was sitting in an elegant tea room like a dream.Sima Xiao on the opposite side was shrouded in a piece of orange-red light, and this ball of orange-red light rippled around him, ethereal and indistinct, making this unreal feeling stronger and stronger.Once again I feel that this is just a dream, a fleeting dream. He stretched out his hand gently, beckoning me to give him my hand, and I looked at him hesitantly.His gentle and tender eyes once again aroused my infinite fascination and passion.When I finally put my cold hands in his wide and warm one, I felt my passion begin to ooze from every cell in my body.He slowly tightened his hands, squeezed my hand, and gently turned the other broad hand around, slowly patting in a soft rhythm.With this beat rhythm, a miracle happened.I felt a sense of warmth and peace flowing from his hands, winding around my side, slowly soaking into my body, consciousness and even soul.My eyes began to blur, and a drowsy feeling rose up in my body more and more.It seemed as if I saw a soft and comfortable bed for the first time after traveling through mountains and rivers. The desire to fall into a dream began to hit my heart like a tide, and my consciousness began to become inseparable. I couldn't help but murmured, I really want to sleep! Sima Xiao stood up from his seat.Still holding my hand, he bent over, walked around me like a cat, and sat on another chair.Then stretched out the other hand around my waist and said, come on, then sleep for a while!So, I really leaned against his chest and closed my eyes as if hypnotized.Maybe the small body is really too tired, maybe life is really unbearable, leaning on that generous chest, I really feel so safe and relaxed.The thrilling passion in the past seemed to have died suddenly like a disaster or blow, and I felt a peace of mind that I had never had before.The orange-red light is still quietly flowing around the eyes through the closed eyelids, and the ears are as quiet as water, only the beating heartbeat in Sima Xiao's chest shakes my faint consciousness forcefully and rhythmically. He fell asleep with soft snorts. I still don't know why I fell asleep in that situation. If the body is too weak, it should be more emotionally weak, or the soul should be too tired.Anyway, I fell asleep and didn't even have a dream.However, something even stranger is yet to come.When I woke up and saw Sima Xiao full of love and compassion, when I understood what was happening before my eyes, I actually smiled at him with joy.It even surprised me that I hadn't smiled in days.So when I smiled at him, I felt the muscles in my face stiffen and hurt. Even so, I felt that my smile was still bright. My hand was still in his warm hand, already wet from his grip.I slowly sat up straight and looked at Sima Xiao next to me again.It seems that I have only now clearly realized that Sima Xiao has indeed come to my city and by my side. He looked down, and I saw my face in the pupils of his eyes.His mood rose with my smile.He said, you frightened me, came suddenly, left suddenly, I hardly recognized you.Then it was called for a long time but there was no trace.It was easy to find, but weeping loudly.I'm really worried about what's going on with you. I don't know why as long as I face Sima Xiao, I forget all the worries about marriage and husband.My mood seemed to be really relaxed. I stood up, turned around on the spot and said, look, I'm fine now.nothing! real?I came here for a purpose.His voice weakened, and there seemed to be a hint of disappointment, but soon this disappointment seemed to be covered up by a kind of shame.I looked into his eyes in bewilderment, trying to figure out what he was up to.Then he said embarrassingly in a whisper, I thought he didn't want you. For a while, the suppressed sadness pervaded again, covering up the relaxed atmosphere just now.He said, if that's the case, I'm going to propose to you, you know? My calm heart suddenly set off huge waves, and I felt at a loss for a while in the face of his confession.Since he said his dream, although I have hoped and dreamed many times, I have never expected it.Even if I imagined a divorce, I never thought that there would be a day when he would propose to me.I don't know how to express my touch and shock, let alone how to answer him.I just stared blankly at his sincere eyes in the orange light, for a full twenty seconds, the air seemed to be still.He looked into my eyes again and said, I will give you everything, including marriage, responsibility, happiness and love.Just a nod of your head.do you understand? I was still listening to his words in a daze, like a dream, only the fragrance of tea slowly separated from the orange light and swam towards me.I found that my hand had been pulled out from Sima Xiao's at some point.I heard myself say very faintly, how could we?How can we?We've only been together for a few days, and you actually don't know me at all. No, you are wrong.Sima Xiao said softly but firmly, you know that some people will never get married after getting along with each other for the rest of their lives, and some people may fall in love after seeing each other only once.Love and time are not necessarily related. However, I still can't agree with him.I thought, he was so kind, he must have attributed the cause of my pain to himself, so he wanted to give me a title and a marriage in the traditional way.However, I know myself very well, I know that I have too many shortcomings, I know my willfulness, my stubbornness, my violence, my intolerance of loneliness, my infidelity, my debauchery, I know these things even more The shortcomings make it difficult for me to deserve the marriage he gave me.I also know that as far as we are concerned, marriage should be the most inappropriate for people like us.I really can't imagine how long our unforgettable love will last when we face daily necessities, when we live together under one roof for our children and housework.In this sense, the grave of love is undoubtedly marriage.I don't want to bury it in the mundane, and I don't want to bury it prematurely.If that was the reason for my refusal to marry him, it was, more clearly, my fear of failure.I would rather love painfully for this, miss painfully, and grow old all my life.Because only in this way, this love will never be mixed with impurities, only in this way, it will be the most perfect and the most lasting. When I thought about our future little by little, my heart began to calm down. I knew that everything should be over, for this beautiful love, for this unforgettable longing, and for the sake of his heart. love for me.It's time to free him and let him find his own life again.Only when the curtain calls at the climax can we maintain that eternal beauty!Perhaps only in this way, in the days to come, whenever he works or lives, whenever he is tired, idle or happy, when he occasionally thinks of me, will he always have that beautiful love and longing. The water in the cup was already cold, so I refilled it with hot water.Then, I gently sniffed the fragrance of tea to suppress the deep pain in my heart, and then made a calm gesture and told him that my husband had forgiven me, and we basically resumed our previous life.I think I will be a good wife and mother.A shameful and sad expression suddenly appeared on Sima Xiao's face.He lowered his head, staring blankly at the water glass with the fragrance of tea rising, as if he was looking for something in the water.Then he raised his misty eyes and said quietly, could it be... Is our fate really over? I felt that the tears were overflowing uncontrollably, so I stood up, walked to the window, and gently wiped away the tears.The night outside is boundless, only the colorful neon lights give traces of color and life to the mysterious night.I suddenly felt that I was too small, and the various supernatural forces faced by my life were too powerful.There must be something that we cannot control ourselves, there must be something that is destined not to be in life. When my tears fell again because I lamented the insignificance of life, I felt that gentle hand gently slide over my tear-soaked cheeks, my tearful eyes, and then insert them into my hair.I felt that my hair was being gently held up by him, and then I felt that he pressed his face against it, and the sound of deep breathing was turbulent heavily in my hair, through the dense gaps, gently touching my skin.He was muttering, you are the most emotional woman in my life, and the woman I will never forget in my life.His breath kept blowing from the back of my neck, and then a few drops of warm stuff fell on my neck, and I knew he was crying too. When I walked out of the teahouse and passed the front desk, suddenly there was a familiar face in the dim light, but before I could remember who it was, we had already stepped out of the teahouse. It was already past nine o'clock, and the cold current from Siberia was coming in strongly, hitting the face like a whip.I still think about that face, but I can't find it in my head.However, there was an ominous or uneasy feeling in my heart.I followed beside him, almost trembling from the wind.I suddenly wished so badly that he would reach out and wrap his arms around me.I thought maybe that way, I'd totally change my mind.But he didn't. In the taxi, we stood side by side in silence, and he held my hand tightly with both hands.I don't know what to say, I know that a farewell tonight will really be a farewell forever.So all the unforgettable reunions in the past all came to mind: the hem of his black windbreaker lifted up at the first reunion, stumbling on the stairs, his passionate kiss in the elevator; the second reunion when he was warm His chest; the white hair on his sideburns when I saw him for the third time... All the shots, like street lights flying outside the car window, floated in front of us from a distance. lens instead.I shed tears silently, letting the pain of parting slowly eat away at my skin and heart.I really want to cry in his arms, but his scholarly silence, his scholarly sadness, even his pain is so gentle.I just gritted my teeth and quietly swallowed the pain of parting alone. In the train station, I followed behind him like an erratic shadow.From buying tickets to waiting for the ticket inspection, we were almost silent all the time.We walked towards the ticket gate step by step, I walked obliquely behind him, and his hands were clenched more and more tightly, I knew that the last moment was coming, I really wanted to tell him to stay, tonight! When we were rushing to the ticket gate, he suddenly pulled me and turned around and walked back. I didn't understand what happened.However, I looked at his face in the dark, and I saw that he was very excited, and the sound of his breathing became uneven.In the shadow behind, he stopped.Bending slightly, looking down at my eyes, he said sadly but firmly: "Look at me." I looked at him carefully again, it was a thin and angular face, the pedantic expression was full of melancholy, like the desolation of the earth after the autumn wind swept by.When I looked into his eyes, I realized that besides the slightest pain, there were also twinkling tears.I couldn't help but burst into tears and bowed my head. Look up at me!His voice was hoarse but firm, like a heavy hammer hitting my heart.I obediently raised my tearful eyes, and saw that besides the pain, there was a kind of sadness of farewell on his face. He stared into my eyes and asked, remember the promise we made when we first met? His question immediately reminded me of our first meeting, and that night when the moonlight was like water. For a moment, a great sorrow overwhelmed me. Face suppressed and wept.Then I heard him say in a low hoarse voice, no matter what the future holds, we must call each other at least once on April 5th, otherwise, I will find you the next day, if I don’t find you the next day , you will come to me on the third day.remember? I burst into tears and nodded again to show that I remembered. Remember this promise, remember me!Those were the last words he said as he finally turned to leave. He walked past the ticket-checking lady. His tall and thin figure seemed to be becoming an increasingly unreal dream in the pale and stern fluorescent light and in the hazy night air.When he walked through the guardrail and turned the corner, he suddenly turned around, through that painful distance, through that white light, my heart already felt the pain on his blurred face.All the passengers around had left in a hurry, only he stood there steadfastly, alone.With tears in our eyes, we looked at each other, and the great sadness passed back and forth between us as our eyes intersected. Scholar, I couldn't help but think in my heart, swallows fly south and return, and the cold snap in Siberia returns again, but when will we meet again? When a woman on the radio murmured softly that the train had stopped checking tickets, my scholar finally turned around.What stays in my eyes is his back that took my heart away. I stood there, staring blankly at the place where he stayed when he turned around for the last time, foolishly hoping that it was just a dream, and when he woke up from the dream, he would still be standing there.When another group of people who entered the station and checked tickets rushed there, I realized that it was impossible.I felt like a sleepwalker just waking up, slowly turning around to go back. I turned around in a daze and stepped on the foot of a man standing next to me, almost hitting my head on his chest.I said sorry repeatedly in a panic, but the person on the opposite side was indifferent, without making a sound or moving.Before I could look into his face, I felt a sudden, inexplicable fear.Just before I had time to think about the reason for this fear, I saw that familiar face—my husband was looking at me strangely! I seemed to be in a daze, waiting at a loss for what was about to happen.However, the husband was looking at me like that for almost two or three minutes, with his lips tightly shut.Trembling and startled, I interpreted the emotions in my husband's eyes and face. Apart from anger, despair, and pain, there was growing contempt and indifference, like thorns stabbing my body. I was ashamed and in pain and helpless waiting for my husband's punishment.After a few minutes, the husband suddenly turned around and strode towards the exit.When he was about to walk out of the exit, he turned around again, looked at me who had been standing still, cast a disgusted look, then turned around contemptuously, and disappeared in my terrified eyes. It was like waking up from a dream, and I suddenly realized that everything that was supposed to be over was really over, including the marriage and the affair, in the same night, almost in less than five minutes.But I didn't expect it to end in this way, and I didn't expect that they all chose this same night. I have no more tears, but my weak body can barely support it.It must be God's arrangement. At the last moment of our marriage, the husband who loved me so persistently finally saw the people and things he should and should not have seen, and then he had no regrets, no guilt, no regrets. Any nostalgia should end this married life clearly and clearly.