Chapter 42 preface

This essay is a little confession in front of my wife.I don't want to belittle anyone on this, and I don't want to draw some outsiders' research interest from it.If my wife sees this faithful report in her leisure time, and can keep her subtle smile on her face, I will be relieved of a heavy burden that I have been carrying for many days.In the past, I was also trying my best to forget it, although the regret left in the result is at least enough to waste the second half of my life. Alas, I still can't stop my daydreams: If the recent past continues again, what will I exchange for my distress?There is only one way here, that is, the wife can come to Beijing.Henan, where the people have not died out and the houses have not been burnt down, naturally it is not the time for soldiers to stop fighting and bandits to harass. At this time, my wife is still not knowing where she is, thinking of her sick wife leading her three-year-old son. In the situation of fleeing, I can't wait to kneel in front of my wife and cry bitterly.Alas, when I read my own words, I felt that it was the most delicate part of life, but I stumbled and swallowed it.

I too, like a cheapskate, grieves over my past expenses.Although it is no more real than a love that can be bought with money, but considering the harmony of character and the tenderness in life, I am afraid that I will take this lingering relationship to the grave. The above words serve as a bit of explanation and a bit of insight for my article that is out of style. December 27, the fifteenth year of the Republic of China Huang Jun Ji in Beijing