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    Li Hui is 30 years old.

    30 years old, it seems like nothing.

    Life is ordinary, but the years are not quiet.

    Work hard every day, but never stop thinking about quitting.

    Probably since when did I start to fear the future.

    Since when did you become afraid to get sick, ask for leave, or buy luxury goods?

    The marriage is not happy.

    Love is but a flash in the pan.  Reality is full of smoke and fire.

    Gradually lose the ability to love.  Looking back at the dream, the people who accompanied me for the rest of my life were nothing more than that.

    30 years old is the beginning.  Still the curtain call.

    The child has just turned five years old and is at the age of kindergarten.  Run around looking for good schools.  Don't let children lose at the starting line.  So live frugally and try to give him the best.

    In fact, it's just using the guise of loving children to realize the ambition of looking forward to success.  Fortunately, the crowd has the capital to show off.

    Li Hui comes from an ordinary family and graduated from a third-rate university.  But she loves to paint, and due to the constraints of the environment and economic conditions, she chose to give up.

    Just because during the blind date, the man casually said that I occasionally draw

    A word of love.

    She felt that she had met a bosom friend.

    Marriage has become a matter of course.  But a man's love for a woman is like a bowl of hot porridge. After a long time, when it gets cold, it loses its taste.  No matter how it is heated, it is always a bowl of leftover porridge.

    Li Hui knew it well.

    Especially after giving birth, she clearly felt a sense of powerlessness and frustration.

    After finishing the housework, the husband is still leisurely lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone.

    There is no question of love or not in marriage, only whether you are willing or not.

    Think about children.  In view of the fact that the child is still young

    So I endured countless outbursts of bad temper from my husband, and the helplessness of not being able to work at critical moments.

    Even a weak woman has to become a woman.

    The first year of work.

    She said, I want to paint, I don't want to work anymore.

    "I want to draw you. I didn't stop you." The husband said.

    Gritting her teeth, she walked to the gate of the art center, and stopped when she saw the high tuition fees.

    "Forget it, we'll talk about it when the child is older."

    The second year of work.

    "I'm tired of going to work every day I want to change to an easier job," she said.

    "I want to change it for you." The husband said.

    When I bought milk powder for my daughter in the supermarket and paid the bill, I felt distressed.

    "Let's talk about it when the child is older."

    Finally, it is the age when children don't need milk powder and don't need diapers.  But there are problems at school.

    I finally know that the compromises of so many years have no cycle.

    At 30, she said, I obviously have many opportunities to live the life I want, but I have no choice.

    "I shouldn't have gotten married back then. I should have painted. I'm married, so I shouldn't be content with the status quo."

    "I did nothing and ended up not being happy."

    "I'm not happy with anything. Children, husband, life. Including myself, are all disgusting."

    "Smartness is the most unreliable thing. I try my best to live the most ordinary life."

    Countless sleepless nights waking up, staring into the dark room.

    The elf called Dream has drifted away.

    At 30 years old, she said she was getting old.

    If you were willing to go back ten years ago, what choice would you make at the age of 20?

    "I make money while pursuing my dreams."

    "Find someone who loves me and I love him to marry."

    "There is a lovely child"

    "Isn't it the same result at the age of 30? A family, a man, a child" Someone asked.

    "It's different. Men are what I love, and work is what I like. Children are what I would like to have."

    "Isn't your husband your original choice?"

    "Yes yes" She fell into thought.

    "I didn't understand love at the beginning." She said.

    "Back to ten years ago, do you know how to love?"

    She fell silent.

    The bus swayed forward.  The noisy space smelled of dirty sweat.

    Summer always makes people dream about it.

    There are still two stops to go home.  like a livingback.

    The scenery along the way goes back and forth.

    Eyes are tired, beauty returns to mediocrity.  Wherever the line of sight goes, it is full of ordinary.

    The state of mind at this time is like a lake.  No waves.

    Women are naturally sensual.

    I like to recall when the reality cannot reach the ideal state.  Memories are the most hurtful things. They can render the past too beautiful, and they can also destroy the status quo beyond recognition.

    "Actually, I have been being chosen all the time." Li Hui muttered to herself.  Waiting for her to come home were rowdy children and a man who depended on her for everything.

    "If I were asked to learn to paint, I wouldn't necessarily become a painter. I wasted my youth," she said.

    "If you choose another man, you may not have a good life." She said.

    "It's not necessarily easy to change a job. Because the family has a lot of expenses. You have to run around for a living." She said.

    But there are no ifs in life.

    Only the ground is a prison.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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