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Reprinted from 310761272 at 21:32 on June 26, 2006 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (1) Classification: Emotional World a misunderstanding of a ruthless, chaotic pace of happiness. When the fate of the deadlock was finally opened with the cost of everything is too late. Then her mother came home with dignity, only to depart from our original intention.
married two years later, President to discuss with me to pick her mother from the countryside to spend their remaining years. Mr. father died very young, he is the only sustenance her mother, her mother raise him grow up a man, for he finished college. \I said yes again and again, immediately to her mother to pack out a room with a balcony to the south, to the sun, the raising of flowers or something. Mr. sunny room stood, did not say a word, but held up in my room, turning in circles, when I begged a threatening manner, said: \
Mr.
tall, I like close to his chest, feeling the body petite arrested at any time can be stuffed into his pocket. When my husband and I had a dispute but refused to yield, the President took me up and staggered over his head, until I was scared for mercy. So obsessed with this fear of happiness.
-law in the country get rid of the habit of one o'clock. I used to buy a bouquet of flowers placed in the living room, her mother could not bear it later: \The mood will be good. \back, still can not help but ask how much money, I said, he \Sometimes, I see something to buy packages of home, she asked how much money that much of this money, I answered truthfully, her mouth to suck more rings. Mr. twisted my nose, said: \
happy life gradually have discord. Her mother could not understand my husband get up and do the best breakfast. In her view, the big man to his wife cooking, how can the truth? Breakfast table, my mother's face, often overcast,
coach outlet, I do not see installed. Confused mother put chopsticks jingling chaos ring,
coach handbags, which she silent protest. I do dance teacher in the Children's Palace,
coach wallet, has been tired,
Great Dunhuang - Qzone log, jumping around, the morning warm blanket, and I do not want to throw away the enjoyment of this unique, so dumb I am my mother's protests. Even her mother happy to help me do some household chores, she made me even more busy. For example, she collected all the garbage bags that had enough to sell waste plastics, etc., and made of waste plastic bags at home everywhere; she did not willing to use detergent washing dishes,
当你累了，筹备抛却时，看看这个吧 - Qzone日记, in order not to hurt her self-esteem, I had to secretly re- Wash again. I once saw her mother was washing dishes at night secretly, and she \Mr. dilemma, and afterwards, sir not talk to me one night, I like a baby, shamelessly, he does not for me. I fire, and asked him: \
Later, a long period of time, her mother did not talk to me, and the family atmosphere began to embarrassment. Those days, sir fare well, do not know who first funny good fun.
mother to prevent his son for breakfast, breakfast burn hesitate to take the \Mr grandmother looked happy to eat, and then look at me with eyes I did not do to condemn the wife's responsibility. To avoid embarrassment, I had to buy a bag of milk on the way to work pass themselves. Sleep, the President asked me a little angry: \Finally, Mr. sigh: \That morning, I drank her mother burned the porridge, a sudden burst of nausea, stomach rushing out everything running, I let them desperately pressed forward up the Bay, but still did not hold him down, I dropped the bowl, rushed into the bathroom, need something rare in the storm. When I gasped when laid down flat, see native dialect mixed with complaints about her mother and crying, angry, Mr. standing in the bathroom doorway, looking at me, I dry the mouth Zhang speechless, I really was not intentional. My husband and I started the first bitter quarrel first stare upon our mother, then got up and hobbled out to the. Mr. bitterly look at me, her mother went downstairs to recover.
accident usher a new life, suddenly losing their mother's life!
three days, sir, did not return home, and even phone calls. I was upright, since the mother to think about, I have wronged myself enough, but also how do I like? Inexplicably, I always wanted to vomiting, no appetite to eat anything, plus a mess of the family, and I feel bad to the extreme. Later, or the colleague said: \
the results of the hospital that I was pregnant. I understand why I suddenly vomiting that morning, sandwiched a trace of happiness Resentment: President and as a mother of someone who, how come they did not think this it?
at the hospital door, I saw, sir. Seen just three days, he withered a lot. I wanted to turn away, but his appearance made me feel bad, do not hold back, I called him. Follow the voice of Mr. seen it seems that I do not know, the eyes can not hide a hint of disgust hospital, they stabbed me in the cold. I tell myself not to watch him to see him say no, hand stopped a taxi. At that time, I want to Mr. Xiang shouted: \I hope that's not happening. In the taxi, my tears was slow to fall. Why let the love of a bad argument to such an extent? After returning home, I lay in bed like, would like his eyes full of disgust. I hold the quilt corner crying.
night, the family has turned the voice of the drawer. Turn on the light, I saw Mr. tearful face. He is money. I looked at him coldly, quietly. He felt invisible to me, holding a passbook and money left in a hurry. Mr. may be going Torr at the end left me. What sensible man, love and money, so clearly share. I sneer a few tears, \
next day, I did not go to work. Want to completely clean up your own mind, looking for a good talk about the first President, Mr. find the company, the secretary looked at me strange, said: \
I'm dumbfounded.
flew to the hospital, Mr. find when her mother was gone. President has never look at me, his face rigid. I looked at her mother skinny pale face, and tears could not stop: My goodness! How could this be? Until the burial of the mother, sir, and I did not say a word, or even look at me with a deep aversion to both.
on the accident, I learned from others around the mouth, stumbled after her mother went out to go to the station, she wanted to go home, sir, the faster it goes the more after her, across the street, a bus head-on collision over ... ...
Mr.
I finally understand the disgust that morning if I did not vomit, if we do not quarrel, if ... ... in his heart, I am a sinner indirectly killed his mother.
Mr.
moved into her mother's silent room, every night came home covered with the alcohol. I have been guilt and poor self-esteem was overwhelmed, just want him to explain, he said that we wanted to have children soon, but looking at his cold eyes and took all the words are swallowed back. I prefer to hit me, Mr. or curse me out for a meal, although all accidents are not my intent.
choking the life one day at a repetition down, sir, more and more time to go home late. We stalemate with strangers than even embarrassment. I tied the knot of his heart.
time I pass by a restaurant, through the transparent windows, I saw a young girl, Mr. and sat face to face, he gently Longle Long hair for girls, I understood everything. First, stay, and then I entered the restaurant, standing in front of Mr, and gazed at him, eyes do not tear. I do not want to say, have nothing to say. Girl look at me, look at my husband, to stand up wants to go, my husband hold her hand, and then doing the same, never show weakness at me. I can hear my heart beat slow, what about the near death beating like a pale edge.
lost is me, and if we stand down, I'll stomach down with their children.
that night, sir, did not come home, he lets me know this way: With my mother's death, our love is dead. President did not come back. Sometimes, I returned and saw the wardrobe, the President had come to take a passive some of my things. I do not want to call him, still trying to explain to him the original idea of something, everything is completely lost.
me a life, a person to the hospital for physical examination, often saw a man leaning on his wife to do careful physical examination, my heart broken not to mention looks. Colleagues advised me to knock down the vaguely right, I firmly say no, me crazy to give birth to the child, can be considered compensation for the death of her mother, and I came home from work, sitting in the living room, Mr., smoke filled the room, coffee table arrayed with a piece of paper. No need to look at,
coach sneakers, I know what the contents of the above. Not at home more than two months, Mr., I gradually learned to calm. I looked at him,
徙步乎于梅里雪山之下的雨崩 - 2 - Qzone日志, took off his hat, said: \
my coat buttons while in the solution side of said to myself: \Hang up coat, sir, in my eyes have died STARE belly bulge. I smiled,
coach shoes, walked over and dragged over the paper, without even looking, sign their names onto him. \I can not control the eyes, tears, \\
Mr.
not walk in darkness, we watched. Slowly, Mr. lying to me, tears penetrate the quilt. In my mind, a lot of things have been for a long time, much to run even if I fail to get out. Do not remember how many times told me Mr. \. We draw the heart in each other deep scars. My, is unintentional; him, is deliberate.
look forward to bury the hatchet, but the past has not again!
addition to the children think of belly warm when the heart is, while the President, my heart cold frost, do not eat anything he bought, not any of his gift, do not talk to him. Starting from the signature piece of paper, marriage and love in my heart all die. Mr. tried to return to the bedroom sometimes, he came to, I went to the living room, sir, back to her mother's room had to sleep. Night, sometimes from a room of Mr slight moan coming from, I said nothing. It was his habit of playing tricks, as long as I ignore him before, he would pretend to be sick, I would obediently surrender his concern for how, and he grabbed me laugh. He forgot, then I would feel bad because there is love, now what have we?
moaning adjourned by Mr.
off to a child is born. His children almost every day to buy things, baby supplies, children's products, and a favorite book, a bag, reach his room filled.
I know he is such a way that touched me, and I have been impressed. He had to shut in a room with a computer \
turn late one night in late spring, severe abdominal pain so I shouted, sir, a stride rushed, as if he did not even undress to sleep, as is waiting for this moment to arrive. I ran downstairs on her own, Mr., hailed all the way tight grip with my hand, kept giving me wipe the sweat from forehead. To the hospital, obstetrics I go running on her own. Lying on the back of his skinny and warm, a thought suddenly entered the mind: the students, who will love me like him? President escorted the delivery room door, looked at me in his eyes, I endured the pains of nice and warm to him smiled. Out from the delivery room, sir, and son looked at me, eyes wet smile smile ah ah's. I touched his hand. President looked at me, smiled, and then, slow and tired down to limp. I shouted his name ... the pain, Mr. ... laughing, did not open my tired eyes ... I thought would never shed a tear for the President, the fact is, there has never been so intense pain tore my body. The doctor said, my husband's liver cancer is discovered late, can persist for so long that he is an absolute miracle. When I asked the doctor find? The doctor said five months ago, and then comforted me: \
I stop regardless of the nurses, home, burst into the open the computer room of Mr., the heart suddenly smothered by pain.
Mr.
liver cancer five months ago had found that his moaning is true, I actually thought ... ...
20 million words on the computer, is the son of Mr. message addressed to: the child, for you, I'm holding on, so look at you down again, is my biggest wish ... ... I know that your life will There are many happy or frustrated, if I can accompany you through this growth process, which is how happy, but my father do not have this chance. Dad on the computer, you may encounter problems in life to write down, so when you encounter these problems, you can refer to the views of my father ... ... ... ... boy, finished the 20 million words, I feel like accompany you through the entire process of growth. Really, my father very happy. To love your mother,
coach sunglasses, she was very hard, is the person who loves you, who is also my favorite son ... ... to go from kindergarten to primary school, secondary school, college, work and love away all aspects of small for writing to.
I wrote to Mr.
: Honey, you married the greatest happiness of my life, forgive me hurt you, forgive me for hiding the illness, because I want you to have a good feeling to wait for the child born ... ... Honey, if you cry, that you have to forgive me, I laughed, thank you love me ... ... these gifts, I am afraid there is no chance to give their children, would you send him for me every year several gifts, packaging gifts are written on the box the date of ... ...
back to the hospital, sir, is still in a coma. I hold my son back, on his side, I said: \
Mr.
struggling to open his eyes, smiled slightly. Son nestling in his arms, dancing with their little pink hands.
I \
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