At night, a man stood in a daze in the kitchen on the ninth floor with an onion in his eye. He finally learned that true love is like an onion: if you peel it off one by one, one will make you cry. ...

After getting married, she has been cooking onions for him: shredded pork with onion, braised fish with onion, shredded mushroom soup with onion, and an onion egg box ... Because when I went to his house for the first time, his mother took her hand and kindly told her that although he was never picky about food, he loved onions from childhood to adulthood.

As a librarian, she has enough time to cook a delicious onion side dish, but he is always confused. His mother has been widowed for him for nearly 20 years, but he doesn't like the woman he madly loves. His choice for her is not so much love as filial piety.

She doesn't seem to notice anything. Lily quietly does housework and takes good care of her mother. In the fourth year of their marriage, they had a lovely daughter.

The smooth days pass by like a copier, and the torture of hurting people is boring. At the beginning, the heart that shed tears and bled scabs day by day, but the scar is still there, and it hurts faintly. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and jump there.

On that day, he went to Beijing for an academic conference and met his first love Xiaoyu. The dead love woke up like a spark of calcium carbide. Holding the Great Wall and the Forbidden City, the young passion rekindled a pair of bitter lovers who are no longer young.

Xiaoyu's maintenance is mellow and elegant, younger and richer than young, and her fingers are as smooth and delicate as jade onions. At the foot of Xiangshan Mountain, he bought her the baked sweet potato that she loved in those days. She let him peel it and feed it to her mouth because her hands were afraid of burning. Seven days passed quickly. When he got home, he remembered her charming smile, her liking to drink coffee with a silver spoon, and her liking to eat tiramisu, a dessert he had never eaten.

His mother has passed away, and he doesn't want to be too hard on himself. He goes to Beijing every year in the name of meeting or business trip. When his wife organized a trip, he even asked Xiaoyu to go to his house. His mobile phone used to be full of hot love words, and even their photos were put in his coat pocket for more than a week … but fortunately, all this was not found.

Suddenly, my wife was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, which is already advanced. After admission, my daughter needs to take care of three meals at school, piles of clothes need to be cleaned, and the house is in a mess. When he was rummaging through the recipes at home, he found a hard-shell book with buttons in the drawer. Open it, there are some long dark red hair in it. My wife has been wearing ear-length short hair since she got married. He looked at it curiously. It turned out that this was left after he and Xiaoyu made love, and those photos, his wife always knew, because he never let dirty clothes spend the night. Everything he did behind his wife's back was like a mirror, but she pretended not to see it. This sentence is written on almost every page: I believe that he loves me in his heart. Followed by several big exclamation points.

He went to the hospital with a blank mind, shook his wife's rough hand and asked her what she wanted to eat. The wife smiled and said, what can you cook? Go and buy me a noodle soup with duck blood. She cooks his favorite onion every day, irons the shirt he wears the next day, and waits for him at home for more than 20 years, but he never knows that she grew up in the south and likes to drink duck blood soup noodles.

After his wife left, he stood in the kitchen and made himself a shredded onion. He put the onions into the water according to her instructions, and then peeled them one by one, but his eyes were still so hot that he cried. When he was about to cut into filaments on the chopping board, his eyes couldn't open and his tears kept flowing. He never knew that onion soup was so fragrant, and the cooking process was so difficult and bitter. For more than 7000 days, his wife endured the spicy taste and made herself a shredded onion just because he liked it since he was a child.

Xiaoyu's well-maintained hand only wants to go to a western restaurant to get a spoon and eat tiramisu. And how does his mother know the peace and happiness that his wife can give him? In the evening, a man stood in a daze in the kitchen on the ninth floor, with an onion in his hand. He finally knows that true love is like an onion: one peeled off, one will make you cry. ...