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I loved you attentively

Time: 2015-05-08 Source: Reprinted Editor: Zhang Xiaocai Read: Times

Nephew Hanzi, twenty-seven years old, Fang became home. After the marriage, the days of loving and happiness, after less than two years, his wife ran away from home, after three long years, his wife almost never returned home. During the Spring Festival, we got together and Huazi talked to him-my family was talking.

When I got home, my husband asked me, "Do you know where Huazi spent this Spring Festival?" I replied, "Either be home. Anyway, my wife hasn't been home for three years. Being single, it's the same everywhere. "Mr. said," I lived with him. "

My fire, came up a moment, and came up: "Is he still a little bloody? Just like his wife, he is going to accompany him to celebrate the New Year?" If I, Mo said to accompany, kill with a knife. The husband continued: "Hua Zi went with his son and said that the husband was alone, and he was too lonely. He accompanied his son to accompany him so that someone could talk."

The husband died in his thirties, and he dragged a son and a daughter, and became a father and a mother, for fear that he would treat his children a little bit. He left the husband and abandoned his son and ran away from home. The newly grown son had no means of his own. He reached out to his dad to ask his wife all the time. Huazi couldn't bear it. When his family reunited, he couldn't bear his old husband, holding a five-year-old child, three men of three generations, and passed a year.

Yuanfang aunt, who was born with a beautiful face, was 36 years old, and she ran away with a ten-year-old man, leaving her own man, and her ten-year-old Cong Cong. In the days of elopement, the gods are played every day. The mother at home cried so much that she survived. My aunt was unmoved. She didn't go home for a few years. Occasionally she could still answer the phone.

During the Spring Festival this year, my mother's situation was worse than day by day, and she was paralyzed in bed and ate and drank Lazarus, all of whom had to be served. There are few filial sons in front of the chronically sick bed. When everyone started to shy away, the aunt's former man was not left and right. Even if he was fed with boiling water, he should put it to his mouth first and try warm and cold. Before her mother died, she held the hand of her ex-sun son for a long time, pursed her lips, and couldn't squeeze a complete word for a long time. The mother gave up and returned to the west. Her most loved and petite daughter did not show up. The man brought Cong Cong to the court and put on filial piety.

A public figure in the town was quite high, but quietly divorced and remarried under the eyes of everyone. Although in the current world, divorce and peeling eggs, crushed and twisted hands and shells, everything is reasonable, but men's paranoia is famous, women have new love, want to live in another branch The bloody wind is definitely inevitable.

Let's start with a man's story. When men are at home, they are coquettish, they want the wind and the rain. When he was an adult, the man was worried about the little things at work. When he went to work again, he kept silent and directly threw a kitchen knife and threw it at the other side of the table, scaring the other person to fart and urinating. Men later met women. They were not so good. Women also wanted to break up. As long as they mentioned, there would be extremes. When a woman encounters this love, she is really not sure about the divorce. She is not afraid of him, but afraid of his extremes.

Men don't. There wasn't even a bit of noise, and she took the child away quietly, and from a distance where she could be seen, silent into a watchful tree. When I pick up a child, I often meet him. An extremely sincere and middle-aged man, he said nothing about his wife's rebellion. He looked at the children who were leaping towards him, his eyes were full of love, and he waved at me, leaving happily, big and small, just listening The man and the child met head to head: "Noon today, I will take you to mom to eat dumplings? I know you are a small roundworm!"

I had a meal the day before, and the website said that when my sister divorced, my brother-in-law happened to be an acquaintance. I could n’t help sighing and sighing: "Well, how can you let go? My sister does n’t have to do anything, just sit in his unit. On the week, he followed her home obediently. "Where do you know? The younger sister has a temperament and can be entangled with anyone. Only her brother-in-law is extremely comfortable and petting, even if you let go and step on his wings It is also extremely unwilling.

I once loved you with all my heart. Although you drew your sword and cut off the water, even though you fled and flew, even though we took a couple of shots, the world will still be because of this love that once existed.

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