1: Who is poisoned by romance?
Women always complain that men are rigid and not romantic enough. Men always don't understand that romance has too many artificial traces. Why do women flock to it like doing beauty? As a result, contradictions come, bad emotions come, followed by emotional or marital vacillation ... Who is poisoned by romance?
The combination of Zhao Chenchen and Qian Wei, in the words of their friends, is "natural". Who told them that they were classmates from high school to college? In fact, their personalities are quite different. Zhao Chenchen was born with a passion for romance. Qian Wei, on the other hand, is calm and restrained.
When you are in love, everything about your lover is good, including shortcomings. When you get married, it is very different. Every time Zhao Chenchen walks on the pedestrian street, as soon as he sees a pair of lovers holding hands to go shopping, he complains about Qian Weilai in his heart and hates him for not going out with him, saying that he has a headache when he goes shopping. When you pass by the huge electronic screen in Times Square, you always have to subconsciously look up. There are often sweet words written by your lovestruck boyfriend to your girlfriend. Under the flashing neon lights, passers-by are competing to watch. Every now and then, Zhao Chenchen hates himself for marrying early and missing this romantic era ...
As a result, Zhao Chenchen's dissatisfaction with Qian Wei is becoming more and more serious, calling him a papaya head that doesn't understand emotions and romance; Qian Wei, on the other hand, said that she was a restless woman, dreaming of unrealistic children's tricks all day. The wife wants to train her husband to be a romantic master, but the husband wants to pull his wife into reality, so the two began to have contradictions.
One day, Zhao Chenchen deliberately looked at the calendar and said to Qian Wei, "Husband, today is our fifth wedding anniversary." Qian Wei said without looking up, "Really? Then I will behave today. " Zhao Chenchen went to work happily. But she has been in the office until after work, and Qian Wei hasn't come yet ...
When she got home in a huff, Zhao Chenchen found that Qian Wei had already gone home and cooked a table of her favorite dishes. In the face of delicious food, she was not happy at all. She vented all her dissatisfaction with him. Then, she ran into the bedroom and fell asleep, wrapped herself tightly with a quilt ... The quarrel finally broke out.
The next day, Zhao Chenchen lived in a classmate's house. She wanted a divorce. She was completely disappointed with her husband who had no romantic cells at all. After listening to her nagging, the classmate smiled and said to her, "You may be suffering from' romantic poisoning'!"
Interpretation of romantic poisoning
Romantic poisoning is a kind of "disease" that women are most likely to suffer from when they are in love and after marriage. In the era when romantic behavior is more and more respected, the incidence rate is getting higher and higher. Women fantasize that the 999 roses are for themselves, and the hearts on the 100-meter-long width are for themselves ... but they ignore that these so-called romances are all "artificial", deliberately made by merchants, with too many artificial traces. However, because of its beauty, women fall in love with her like plastic surgery. In this respect, men are born to be * * *. As a result, contradictions come, and bad feelings of unhappiness, dissatisfaction and impetuousness come. If not treated in time, women will be poisoned more and more, and love or marriage will be more difficult to protect.
2. Love to the left and love to the right
This city will not treat anyone who works hard badly. We seem to have everything, but we don't have the same language. The achievement of the set goals makes us a little tired, and the mechanical life day after day absorbs our enthusiasm unconsciously.
At eight o'clock in the morning, I went out to work as usual. When I first got on the China-Pakistan bus, there was a sudden rainstorm without warning. I habitually took out my mobile phone and sent a short message to Lvguo: It didn't rain until I got on the bus, so I was lucky.
Besides QQ phone calls, Lvguo and I also send many short messages to each other every day. In fact, most of them are meaningless nonsense. For example, I went out to work, and there were not many people at 433 today. Sometimes it is even two words: Are you awake? ..... Like Su Ge a few years ago, I am eager to let Green Fruit share or share everything with me.
She also responded to me warmly, telling me what she was doing and her mood. We are familiar with each other's daily life and diet, as if living in the same house. And green fruit is just a colleague I have never met-I am in Shenzhen head office and she is in Beijing branch. Understanding originated from official business, and then somehow gradually deviated from the track and became this strange intimacy and even a bit interdependent ambiguity.
At the end of work, Su Ge called me: I have a dinner party today, so I won't go back for dinner. You can solve it yourself.
There are always three or four such calls in a week. I once suggested that she might as well call me when she went home for dinner. She said faintly that in that case, we would have less chance to talk.
I immediately shut up. I don't want to touch on this embarrassing question.
Looking back on my romance with Su Ge, it's really like a lifetime ago-the two of them get bored with each other every day and talk about a lot of disgusting sweet words all night long. The future is infinitely magnified, and they are often excited by their own imagination, until they are determined to hold hands and get into the cage together, which is * * *.
The overall situation has been decided, and we will focus on our work after marriage. I am a technician, and I am busy in the company day and night; Su Ge was promoted from secretary to regional manager of South China, and was away on business all day. We could not meet for ten days and a half, and all the communication was just a few words on the phone.
This city will not treat anyone who works hard badly. In just two years, the mirage has become a reality. We have a certain position, bought a house in a noble residential area, and are planning to buy a car-it seems that we have everything, but we don't have the same language. The achievement of the set goals makes us a little tired, and the mechanical life day after day absorbs our enthusiasm unconsciously.
So I watched time slowly draw a crack among us, and it became wider and wider and more empty.
Even being a husband and wife is more and more like some kind of executive program.
We are only 29 years old and have been married for four years, but life is like a candle that is about to burn out, gradually fading away. Thought of this, the in the mind has a faint depression.
But when I looked around, I found that couples like us were not special cases, and my heart was a little safe. After a long time, I became accustomed to this shared life.
It's boring to go home, so it's better to eat Sichuan food with the single colleagues in the company.
As soon as I sat down, I sent a text message to Lvguo: I ate out with my colleagues again. What about you?
She came back: at home, waiting for the supermarket to deliver the refrigerator. It was supposed to be delivered at five o'clock, and now it's seven o'clock and there's no sign of it.
I kept telling her: you should ask the workers to be careful, the inclination should not exceed 45 degrees when handling, and the outer packaging should not be thrown away, which will come in handy next time. Also, it will take some time for the refrigerator to be powered on. You can plug it in tomorrow.
This meal was very uncomfortable, and I kept sending short messages with low hair, which made my colleagues very dissatisfied.
When I got home after dinner, I was surprised to find that Su Ge had come back, sitting in the hall watching TV.
So early. I said. Su Ge smiled politely: Yes. Feeling bored, I walked to the study and sat in a computer chair in a daze.
What are you doing? Su Ge's voice suddenly sounded behind me, which startled me. I'll cover it up. It's nothing.
Sue squeezed into the computer chair, sat next to me and put her arm around my neck. We haven't been so intimate for a long time. I was a little dazed and reached out to hug her waist. The fragrance of her body after bathing fascinated me, so I couldn't help burying my head on her and breathing deeply.
I've been so busy recently that I haven't been with you for a long time. Are you mad at me? Su Ge said in a low voice.
This long-lost tenderness made me stunned again. At this moment, I thought of green fruit. Sitting up straight, I covered my anxiety with a careless smile and said, what's the matter? I'm an old couple and I still say such things. Su Ge said that working for people can't help but sometimes I really want to change my job.
I said softly, you are too tired.
She suddenly raised my face and kissed it unscrupulously. I was startled by this sudden fierceness and responded instinctively. When I was entangled with my lips, the tide of desire flooded my whole body and the green fruit gradually disappeared from my mind.
That night, our * * * erupted like a volcano that had been imprisoned for a long time. When the body fell from the peak of happiness, Su Ge curled up in my arms like a delicate kitten, which made my heart flush with love and hugged her tightly.
I know at this moment that I still love her.
The next morning, Green Fruit saw me online and sent a message: I want to see you a little.
I was startled. Su Ge here kept me awake all night last night, and the green fruit there asked for further progress. I suddenly had a tingle-did Su Ge notice my relationship with Lvguo? With her personality, even if she doubts, she won't ask questions face to face, let alone make a scene, so last night she ... relented? There was cold sweat on his forehead. No, I haven't done anything wrong to her. I haven't even met Green Fruit-but isn't mental infidelity cheating?
The day passed in such a trance. I got a call from Su Ge after work, and I said, I'm not going home for dinner again.
Her voice was surprisingly gentle: No, are you free? Let's go to the old tree.
Looking at Su Ge, who was sitting opposite me in silence, I hid my guilt and politely added sugar to her coffee. Sugar stirred her coffee and whispered, I want to quit my job and take a break.
I was shocked: What's the matter, unhappy at work? I thought you were just saying last night.
She still looked down at me: I feel that I am a very unqualified wife.
Why, the left and right sides are also working, and there is no difference between the east and the west. I said, it's not easy for you to achieve this position today.
Su Ge suddenly looked up and said, Jia Wen, let's have a baby.
I am confused. Two years ago, I said I wanted children, but she firmly opposed it, saying that it was not too late to regenerate after I was 30 years old when I laid a solid foundation for my career. How can a person with such an idea stop giving birth when her career is in full swing? I asked carefully: What happened?
She stopped talking and bowed her head and drank coffee silently.
Sue never mentioned her resignation after that day. I think she was impulsive.
But she does have some changes, such as less business trips and entertainment, and often stays at home with me at night to watch football that she never watched before.
I have a guilty conscience. The shrewd Su Ge must have been a fire-watcher. This kind of Huairou tactics really made me unable to move, and I had to find the right time quickly when sending short messages.
And as sensitive as a green fruit, I can't guess the secret behind my sharp decline in newsletter. At work, we chat on QQ as usual, seemingly talking about everything, but after work, she no longer gives me a message, and she may not reply when I give it to her.
These two women make me feel perplexed and ashamed.
Before work this day, Su Ge called me: I have a dinner party, so I won't go home for dinner. I said yes, and I was very happy-I haven't gone out to FB with those guys for a long time.
There was a lot of noise on the wine table. I drank a lot of wine, which was a little high. It was nearly evening 1 1 when I was sitting on the bus home, I suddenly wanted to walk and asked the taxi to stop near my home.
I like this road leading to the community. On both sides of the road are dense Ficus microcarpa, surrounded by bamboo fences and green grass. Some couples are sitting under a tree, talking and laughing in a low voice or hugging each other. Every time I see these scenes, my heart will move and I will think of my years with Su Ge.
A black car stopped quietly in front of me, and vaguely saw the man driving put his face in front of the woman sitting in the co-pilot's seat. The woman made a refusal gesture, and the man did not insist, reaching out and opening the door for her.
The woman's clothes, figure and posture are very similar to Su Ge's. Yes, she is Sue, my wife. I swear I'm absolutely right, because at this moment, my alcohol completely recedes, and my brain is as clear as ice water.
I took a few quick steps, and my voice called: Su Ge.
She turned her head, and I saw a panicked face, as white as paper in the dark night.
I regret why I went drinking that day, why I came back at that hour, and why I moved the idea of walking. I'd rather not know all this.
Since I am lonely, I will fall into an ambiguous word game with Lvguo. It is not surprising that Su Ge, who is also lonely, has emotional entanglements with others. She cried and told me that it was only a moment with that person, how could she take our happy marriage as a bargaining chip? She could not stand the heavy and breathless guilt when she faced me. Before her transformation, she made up her mind to turn back. That night was their last date.
I believe every word she says. I have no right not to believe it. I'm determined to forget this part of her-so what? We are each other's right hand and left hand, and we don't feel anything when we exist. If we cut it off, it will be painful.
Sue Gunn and I have always loved each other, and it will be cherished if we get it back. We have recovered the lingering feelings of our first love, but the most talked about is the child who will be born next summer.
As for Lvguo, we still keep in touch with our friends, but we never mentioned meeting again.
3. Sunshine likes to stroll along the street.
On that day, we sat at the last idle table in Rimmon, playing with knives and forks stiffly and curiously, which was a bit of a drunkard's sake. When the woman who vomited a cigarette came in, our eyes stumbled in unison, but it was definitely not because women smoked. Camels have seen more than one, so naturally they won't foolishly think that horses have swollen backs.
The sharp weapon in her hand kept waving in front of my eyes. "Dude, do you need to say hello in the past?" I shook my head and said, "Forget it, there have been a lot of emotional disputes recently, and I don't have time to make guest appearances in new dramas." She gave a lovely smile.
It is really a rare pleasure to be a bosom friend with a woman without talking about love. We are like two smooth glass balls, illuminating each other's increasingly boring life with their own luster. But even if it is broken into powder, she is still her, and I am still me. No matter how close I get, I can't delete the distance.
When we arrived in this lifeless city from the far north in winter, we met to make a snowman. She asked me what was the most precious thing about snow, and I said it was as white as a fairy. She disagreed, saying that all the beauty of snow is related to spring. At that time, Zhong Hui and I just fell in love at first sight. It's just quiet, and the whole family is still full and not hungry. In my impression, her adolescence seems to have entered an eventful autumn. According to her, the first love record was created in the fourth grade of primary school and remains unchanged to this day.
She doesn't mind being a "third party" between me and other women. She can happily help me send roses, and when I come back, I don't forget to compliment a few words: "Alas, what Zhong Hui came from is really extraordinary, and only that look is enough for you men." So, when I was dating Zhong Hui at the weekend, I called Jing Qin as a reward.
She sat opposite Zhong Hui and me, working hard like no one's watching. I flirted with Zhong Hui at a high decibel level, but it didn't have the slightest adverse effect on her appetite. That's all right, don't worry about her personal attack on me with her "murder weapon" when her endurance is on the verge of collapse.
I have experienced a lot of "love instant dramas", and most of Jing Qin holds the mentality that things have nothing to do with himself. But since I blew the horn to Zhong Hui, she has spared no effort to wave the flag and shout for me, and even said to Zhong Hui with a guilty conscience that I am the first and last "spoony seed" in 2 1 century. Let me germinate and don't let me mildew. I know her principles of life, and it is definitely more difficult for her to speak these words calmly than to sell toilet paper to the big men in the street.
In order not to owe her too much, I propose to introduce her to the other half. She was in a hurry and shouted, "Don't always try to push me into the fire. It's a miracle that a girl who has been dating you for a week can still maintain confidence in men, not to mention that she has almost become a worm in your stomach."
I don't want her to be the heroine of the novel
I told Jing Qin that I was going to write a semi-autobiographical novel, and she unequivocally raised her hands in favor of it, and admitted that she was willing to sacrifice her image and play a small role in it.
Spring comes as scheduled, but Zhong Hui is reluctant to add his own apostrophe to the word "eight". The plump bookseller called every now and then to ask if the novel was still written. I said I was chasing the protagonist now, and I couldn't hurry. She said that your head is so big, is it still a problem to make up a character? I took the opportunity to warn her: "Don't forget, we agreed to write autobiographies."
Things are dragging on. Besides sweating for my love, Jingqin took pains to ask me what kind of ending I had arranged for her in the novel every day. I really didn't think about this, so I tried to prevaricate, but she is not a fuel-efficient lamp. I must find a time to learn from me.
"Just like this, write you around one big circle after another on another woman, and finally step back and fall in love with me. It doesn't matter if the novel is fictional. " She had a whim in the middle of her stretch. "This is really a good idea." But on second thought, I immediately denied it. "No, you won't be a female number one. What about Zhong Hui?"
Because of irreconcilable differences, the ending arrangement in her novels has never been determined. Soon after, she said she was going to America. I asked when I could come back. She said with a smile, either soon or forever.
On the day of leaving, Jing Qin urged Zhong Hui to go to the airport with me to see her off. It's still like TV, waving your hand, wiping your tears, and the farewell will be over. I drove the open jeep that I borrowed from my friend, carrying my only true woman on the way back. "Jing Qin really loves you." After hearing this sentence, I, as well as the car, shuddered involuntarily. I wonder why Zhong Hui thinks so.
Zhong Hui's facial expressions converge neatly, but I still feel beautiful in Leng Yan. "You men are careless without exception, of course, it is not easy to detect." She thought briefly for half a second, and then continued: "I think you should love her more than me." Being jealous is the hardest thing to clean up, so she got out of the car by force halfway.
There is her poor smile in the sunshine.
Jingqin sent me a lot of emails in English. I don't understand. That day, as soon as I sent the aggressive bookseller away, I got a call from Jing Qin: "Dude, I have already thought about the ending of my novel for you. I will be in the operating room 10 minutes later. If I don't give you a message at night, you will face a tragedy that you are not good at." Her words are still so relaxed, "but if I come down, I hope you can use the ending I provided last time, because that's what I'm striving for." I didn't recover, and the phone was cut off.
She's not kidding, is she? I can never fool tears when I write tragedies. Why is this so? I spent the most difficult time in my life with a few printed emails with only dense letters crawling on them like ants.
Then the phone didn't ring until the sun struggled in through the window. I know that no matter whether I have loved her for a long time or not, the final outcome has been determined. After a bitter cry, I choked up and told the bookseller that the novel would be written tomorrow.
The last email sent by Jing Qin told me how to read those inexplicable "English letters". According to the tips of letters and the space bar, input with the 86th edition of Wang code five strokes method, and what appears on the screen is a series of tearful words-
"I'm sick. As early as two years ago, the doctor gave me a death order. Love and happiness can make me live for so long. I think I am already the happiest person in the world. "
"I have been in love with you silently for two years. Maybe you won't believe it. I am happy because my heart belongs. Like snow, those elves whose lives are too short, in fact, they have not disappeared when spring comes. They turned into sunshine in the streets and strolled leisurely along the road. I think after I leave, when you see the sunshine again, you will definitely remember my poor smile, right? "
"The elder brothers, you wait for me, I'll call you when I get out of the operating room. If not, you can't cry, you should be happy. If I can make you happy every day by not leaving, I'd rather stay in the world. But you know, this thing, you and I said is not ... "
"My last wish is that you can go shopping with Zhong Hui every day, accompanied by the ubiquitous sunshine! Also, indulge me once and don't write me as a tragic character in the novel! "
What can I do except endless tears? Even before she left, I fell in love with her and said to her, "Let's fall in love!" " I think she will make a face and answer without discussion: "Forget it, then it's weird!" Maybe some love can't be said until the end of life, and even if it is said, it will automatically become a joke? !
On a sunny afternoon, I met Zhong Hui in the street. I said, you can marry me, because I have a story to tell my wife first. I saw her secretly looking away, but I don't know if she was wiping her tears. There was a long silence, she said, then try it.
The next morning, downstairs in the building where I live, I saw Zhong Hui. We walked aimlessly along the road built by the river. All the pedestrians witnessed, a man and a woman holding hands, in every sunny place, tears streaming down their faces.
Sunshine is walking the road! “BJiq ghdd qtgp kh!” A sentence that no one else can read!
In the end, Zhong Hui became my beloved wife, before Zhong Hui stayed with me for life, in my novel that touched the whole city! I burned all the manuscripts to Jingqin that day, as well as the beautiful picture of Zhong Hui and me walking in the sun. I asked Jing Qin, who slept soundly, in a low voice, "Dude, I know you won't be jealous, right?"
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