She is petite. Wearing a backpack, like a student. Shuttle among strangers.
She is a night school student.
A man spoiled by solitude.
She works as a waiter in a hotel. I have a boyfriend who is also a server.
Rent in the outskirts of the city.
They have been together for three years.
At that time, she was 20 years old, she was in love, and her heart was easy to move.
At the age of 10, his parents divorced. This may be one of the reasons for her withdrawn personality.
She lives with her grandmother.
And as a victim of her mother's failed marriage, she grew up in an environment without the love of her parents.
She yearns for love, but rejects it.
It's like the panic and bewilderment brought about by every development of the body.
At the age of 20, I came to this city with my boyfriend.
She wanted to escape from her original life.
The past is like being embarrassingly branded by the devil.
She is a child abandoned by her parents.
Three years passed without incident. After numerous quarrels, they still did not choose to leave. It's just treating the other party as the only person you can trust in the world.
Until one day, she said, I want to go to night school.
This sentence really surprised him.
"Why?"
What he cares about is not her life ideal, but the cost of night school.
And in his eyes, she is not the material for reading.
She has red hair. Like a rose that blooms in the dark. Lips are tight.
Their monthly money is put together.
She knew that he smoked, drank, and fooled around with a bunch of cronies.
They have quarreled over these trivial matters many times.
Later, I was probably tired.
She never cared about him again. They are lovers, but also like strangers.
Two people live together, there is no sweet talk, ear to ear, and never plan for the future.
Do not interfere with each other.
Each has its own world.
The hotel is filled with people every day. Coming and going, very lively.
At this time, she met another man.
Everyone calls him Yi Hui. Is a night school teacher.
Passing by her, probably because of her professionalism, she couldn't help but take a second look.
Stand up straight.
Tell her, how old are you this year?
"twenty three."
"Hehe." He smiled politely.
"I thought you were underage. Do you want to consider going to night school? Being a waiter at such a young age is too much for me"
With that said, he handed her his business card.
She didn't even look up. Indifferently pushed his hand away.
"I have no money." The words were cold and without warmth.
The expression on his face was startled.
"I have three hundred dollars here"
At that time, he didn't know why he said this. Probably feel she is too pitiful.
The figure is too petite. It is estimated that a gust of wind can blow her away.
Especially when she said she had no money.
Compassion overflows.
She has a severely malnourished, sallow face.
Her hand holding the cutlery suddenly trembled.
Surprised by his words.
It was also from that moment that I decided to go to night school.
She found his business card from a colleague. Know where he works.
So every week, she has to take a long bus to attend his class.
He is many years older than her, so he looks mature and stable.
I can't remember exactly how the two started.
Just remember that get out of class was over that day. When there were only two of them left in the classroom, she suddenly held his hand.
Caught off guard.
She knew he had a family.
She has a lot of information about him. It's like playing a crazy game, just testing the depth of the water. Will you drown?
He has many students.
Be a part-time teacher at night school.
The wife is a sales manager. have a son.
She and his son seem to be about the same age.
When her weak hand covered his generous palm, there was a feeling of first love.
He liftedConfused eyes.
True or false. vaguely.
He wanted to escape, but was obsessed with the temperature of her palm. Like a spoiled child naughty asking him for candy.
So he compromised with the status quo.
They walked out of the building one after the other and met at a corner.
Go far away for dinner.
They held hands.
Sometimes, he would take her home.
His real home.
The wife did not come back from a business trip, and the son was still in school. Located in a high-end residential building in the urban area.
They took the elevator upstairs together.
He hid all his wife's daily necessities. Furnished like a single person's home. It took a lot of trouble.
He doesn't want to grow old.
So apply layer after layer of skin care products on the face.
He said, I suddenly became timid when I was with you. Maybe it's because I'm old.
They do not save their respective phone numbers. Even in WeChat, there is no trace of their chatting.
When he is free, he will cook for her.
It's raining a lot and still remember if she had dinner?
He knew she had a boyfriend.
Later I heard her say that we broke up.
I didn't ask whether the reason for the breakup was related to him. He was a little scared.
He didn't know whether he had ever loved her or not. Or maybe just obsessed with her youthful body. With her, at least you won't feel so old.
He will not divorce.
I have been with my wife for so many years, although the love is fading, the family relationship is still there.
Sometimes, she would ask about his wife.
He said, a woman suitable for marriage.
"what about me?"
He pinched her nose.
"You are a person who cannot be controlled."
He stroked her smooth back.
The tone is gentle.
"I'm afraid you'll leave me. You're still so young."
She laughed out loud.
"Then you treat me well. I have never been able to resist people who treat me well."
She has clear eyes.
The water in the eyes is rippling.
He wanted to fall into this kind of smart eyes. Leaving an ordinary family, leaving a wife who has no feelings
Mid-Autumn Festival holiday. The wife took the child back to her natal home. He was in class, so he was not accompanied.
The wife just left.
He called her.
In order to be with her, he tried his best. deliberate. This relationship is dangerous. He already felt uncontrollable forces pulling him at the mission. Let him sink deeper and deeper.
At night, they lie in bed. Moonlight shines through the windowsill. Mottled shadows are left behind.
She gripped his hand tightly.
"You must be nice to me. Otherwise I will run away."
I don't know why I said this sentence suddenly.
Maybe lying on a bed that doesn't belong to me.
The decoration of the house is full of the atmosphere of another woman.
She didn't want much. Just being nice to her is enough.
He is full of gratitude.
The sound of the door opening came from the quiet space.
He sat up in surprise.
Immediately afterwards came the voice of his wife.
"have you slept?"
He hid her in the closet in a panic.
The moment the cabinet door is closed, all light from the outside world is cut off. Deep darkness surrounded her.
She shrank and leaned against the cabinet door.
Dare not make a sound. He vaguely heard the conversation between him and his wife.
"It's been a long time since we lived together, and I deliberately left the child at my mother's house. It's just the two of us tonight"
"oh¡"
"I'm going to take a shower first." The woman's voice just fell, and she asked again, have you eaten dinner yet?
"have eaten¡"
"Hold me" the woman acted like a baby.
"Good good good"
She hid in the closet. Listen to the voices outside. Time is far and time is near.
But the heart trembled intermittently.
In the middle of the night, my wife was already fast asleep.
He opened the wardrobe door. With the faint moonlight outside, I saw her curled up like a wounded cat and fell asleep.
He didn't have the courage to wake her up and let her go.
He didn't dare to cover her with a quilt.
There is a bottomless river that separates him on the opposite bank.
He watched her fall asleep.
Feel a deep sense of guilt.
He couldn't break free from the shackles of marriage.
At noon, the sun shines in.
The wife went to pick up the son.
He opened the wardrobe door.
She has gone.
There is no sign of her in the closet. I don't know if my heart is finally relieved. Still the guilt goes away.
"You must be nice to me, or I will run away."
Remember what she said. It was like a slap in the face to him.
They didn't say goodbye.
But never saw each other again. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)??Wake her up and let her go.
He didn't dare to cover her with a quilt.
There is a bottomless river that separates him on the opposite bank.
He watched her fall asleep.
Feel a deep sense of guilt.
He couldn't break free from the shackles of marriage.
At noon, the sun shines in.
The wife went to pick up the son.
He opened the wardrobe door.
She has gone.
There is no sign of her in the closet. I don't know if my heart is finally relieved. Still the guilt goes away.
"You must be nice to me, or I will run away."
Remember what she said. It was like a slap in the face to him.
They didn't say goodbye.
But never saw each other again. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com