marital love

The strange thing is that compared to previous dreams, the picture in this dream is very clear, so straightforward that everyone's face can be seen.

On the streets of foreign countries.

In fact, she has seen such a scene many times, and each time it was vague, but this time it was clear, as if it had happened in real life.

In the chaotic streets, crowds of people surged, and foreign and unfamiliar faces held up placards, slogans and exaggerated bright red banners, and marched on the streets in a rebellious manner.

A dark, noisy and frenzied.

She was dragged out by her friends to watch the fun, and she didn't want to be scattered by the crowd, so she was forced to walk along, squeezed out of one of her stumbling shoes, and tried to find an exit to leave.

Unexpectedly, there was a sudden riot in the crowd, and it became crazy and chaotic. She lost her direction, her bare foot was trampled on, the pain made her burst into tears, and she uttered the words prohibiting crowding, and was crushed by the chaos. go down.

At the same time, there was also the pain of pushing and shoving all over her body. Her slender figure seemed particularly weak among the tall and burly figure of the foreign country, and the continuous collisions made her miserable.

Desperately, she felt that she was having difficulty breathing and was about to lose consciousness, but at this moment, a big hand suddenly reached out to her, and she was suddenly grabbed into a thick chest.

The oxygen became rich in an instant, and she breathed heavily, the tip of her nose bumped into a broad chest again, and she felt sour all of a sudden.

After recovering, I found that I was taken into a relatively safe corner, with my back against the cold, hard, dirty wall full of graffiti, and in front of my eyes was a strange embrace, and the sour nose was filled with messy dust and stuffy heat, faintly Smell a cold and clear breath, very reassuring.

Enduring the pain in her body, she raised her head, trying to see who helped her out of the deep water, but she could only vaguely see the man's sharp jaw.

Because this place was soon overwhelmed by the crowd, the tall man turned sideways to protect her from all the impact damage from the outside world. Even so, she was still hit on the back of the head, causing her to gasp in pain.

In another brutal impact, her head was suddenly rested on a wide and warm palm, and she froze in place.

In the next second, a man's muffled groan was heard.

"What's the matter with you?" She immediately asked worriedly, with fear and crying that had not dissipated in her tone.

"It's okay." The man's voice was low.

They were clearly strangers to each other, but Wen Yao could hear an exceptionally powerful warmth and comfort from this voice.

Only then did she really raise her head and see clearly the person in front of her. It was a very handsome young man with deep and beautiful eyes and a small mole on his lip, very sexy.

Like her, she is Chinese.

At that moment, Wen Yao was moved for no reason.

Until the riot parade ended, Wen Yao was always in his arms.

For several hours, Wen Yao fell in love at first sight with this man who had saved her life.

She began to rejoice that fortunately she came out.

Because she lost a shoe, her feet were so bare that it was difficult to walk, and there were large and small bruises on the exposed skin, which looked a little scary.

Finally, the man picked her up, walked her steadily to a bench and sat down, looking at her feet: "What size shoes are you wearing?"

Wen Yao hid it in embarrassment, and replied in a low voice: "37."

The man bought the shoes and came back with medicine for the scratches.

He squatted down in front of her, and Wen Yao was flattered: "Don't bother, I'll do it myself."

The other party didn't force it, just watched her unfamiliar and slow movements.

He frowned and rushed over until he couldn't stand it anymore, "I'll do it."

Wen Yao blushed and shrank her head, "Thank you."

I didn't dare to look at him openly, so I had to secretly look at him, and my face became hotter and hotter.

She waited for a long time, and waited until the wound was almost finished, before she stammered: "That...you, thank you today."

The man's expression was indifferent, his brows were cold, "Yeah."

Wen Yao blinked, and clasped her hands, "You...your name——"

The man looked up.

Wen Yao froze in place suddenly, as if frozen.

"Okay," he said.

Wen Yao still hadn't reacted.

He had already stood up, glanced at her up and down, "Where do you live, I'll call a car to take you back."

How could Wen Yao bother him any more, and quickly shook her head: "No, no, I'm with my friend, I'll just wait for her."

The man nods.

It looks very indifferent.

Wen Yao was a little discouraged, glanced at him indiscriminately, and inadvertently scanned his calf, and found a dark color on the top of the suit pants, winding down, like blood.

She was shocked, and then raised her finger to point to his leg: "Your leg seems to be injured."

The man glanced and frowned, "No problem."

Wen Yao was in a hurry, thinking that it must have been the injury he had suffered when protecting her before, and she clearly heard him groan at that time, and felt very sorry.

But the man didn't give her a chance to repay her. When a car arrived, he had to get in.

Wen Yao called him anxiously: "You—I don't know your name yet, how can I give you the money for shoes and medicine?"

The man turned back, "No need."

Then leave.

Wen Yao looked at the rear of the car, then sat down again in a daze, with her head lowered.

No need.

Do you not need to repay, or do you not need to know his name.

This man only had one side, and disappeared into her world. Although she felt a little sad and lost, she did not expect to see this man again on the day she went to the company for an internship report.

Later, she almost stalked him, and learned his name, Sui.

She tried every means to appear in front of him, and she was happy for several days when she could say a word.

Although he is always so close to strangers.

"Don't pester me."

"Fair, enough is enough."

"Wen Yao, I have no idea of ​​falling in love."

She was not afraid of his indifference, not afraid of his rejection, and approached him almost like a moth to a flame without hesitation.

Later, she finally got what she wanted and began to fall in love with him. The two hugged, kissed, and then lived together.

In the apartment on Wall Street, there are many memories of her and him.

There will also be disputes, but more sweetness.

He looks indifferent, but in fact he is very kind and gentle to her. He gives her flowers in spring, remembers her favorite ice cream in summer, takes her to walk around the streets and alleys full of maple leaves in autumn, and holds her hand to watch the snow in winter. Rime, bit by bit, she is completely immersed in this exotic love.

They discussed work, enjoyed life, and their feelings became stronger and stronger; they occasionally talked about marriage, she preferred girlish hearts, and talked about weddings and rings.

Use pairs of items, as small as the same toothbrush and as large as clothes, but most of the time she cooperates with him.

She told him childish stories about Stitch and used couple portraits, but when he refused, she acted like a baby and harassed him in every possible way. Finally, she got ahead and changed Angie's wedding photo into the code number 624, which was finally satisfactory.

Then came the second anniversary of her being together with him. He was busy with work and couldn't spend it together. Although she was a little disappointed, she comforted herself and him: "It's okay, we can make it up later."

So it was agreed on her birthday, but one month before her birthday, he went on a business trip again.

One morning, she found something was wrong, and then she was nervous and worried about the test, and then went to the examination, and then learned the result of pregnancy.

Happiness quickly overwhelmed worry, and she even wondered if he would be particularly happy when she told him the news, after all, they had already talked about marriage.

Until her birthday came, she prepared everything happily and waited for his return.

Outside the study, I heard him answering the phone.

"It's all a matter of speculation, and there is no one around me."

"I don't have time to fall in love, and I don't even think about getting married."

This, she thought, was the worst birthday she'd ever had.

Then she changed.

She became suspicious, but she didn't even have the courage to question him, because she knew that if she said it, it was very likely that she would break up.

She doesn't want to break up.

I would rather torture myself and torture him.

There is something wrong with their relationship.

Until she couldn't take it anymore and he was tired too.

So they had a fight.

She accused and cursed, called him a liar, called him a jerk, and said she wanted to break up.

The man's repeated concessions were exchanged for her unreasonable troubles.

Even started to do it.

The originally warm little home was destroyed by her unsightly, the photo of the two of them fell to pieces, and the pillow where they slept together had a big hole, just like her heart.

It's broken, it's leaking air.

Very cold very cold.

Even though winter hadn't come yet, she was already feeling cold.

In the end, he stared at her coldly, "Wen Yao, let's all calm down."

She doesn't want to calm down, she just wants to know why he treats her so hatefully and indifferently.

What did she think of her? They were obviously in love, but they denied their relationship.

Obviously, he had thought about how to hold the wedding, but why did it turn out that he couldn't get married?

She was hoarse, breaking down and crying.

He still left.

Go well go go well, she will never like him again, never.

But why do I still cry, I can't stop crying.

Weeping and curling up on the messy ground.

Until a phone call came.

It was my uncle's voice. It had been a long time since I heard it, but it was so hoarse that she couldn't hear it: "Yaoyao... are you busy, how are you doing?"

Not good, not good, not good at all.

She wiped away her tears and tried to calm herself, "Uncle, I'm fine, what's the matter?"

Uncle: "Yoyao..."

Uncle's voice was heavy and old.

Her heart suddenly felt sour, and an ominous premonition came over her. She could no longer stabilize her tense emotions, and she cried out, "Uncle, what's wrong with you, what's wrong, please talk."

a long time.

The uncle said: "If you are free, come back and see my sister for the last time."

She was so stunned that she forgot her tears, her vision was blurred, and she opened her lips silently, "...Uncle, what are you talking about, cousin...what's wrong with cousin?"

Uncle said nothing.

She was in a hurry: "Uncle, talk to me, Yaoyao is afraid, talk to me!"

Uncle's choked up voice came: "Ruoruo, she..."

He couldn't even open his mouth.

The phone was snatched away suddenly, and a very young voice was changed.

It belonged to her cousin Guan Siqi.

He cried and said: "Cousin, my sister is dead, my sister killed herself to save others!"

In an instant, the world was spinning.

Wen Yao didn't believe it.

how could be.

Obviously, two days ago, she made a video call with her cousin and chatted. The cousin said that she wanted to have a baby, and said that when she got tired of being a prosecutor, she would travel around the world and take her children and husband to play everywhere.

Cousin's smile and longing are still so vivid, how could it be possible, if you say no, it will be gone.

At that moment, she just wanted to go home.

After being hurt, home is probably the place she wants to stay the most, and she wants to go back to the home where her cousin is.

I want to continue chatting with my cousin, chat with her, and promise to help her take care of the children in the future, to listen to her cousin singing to her, to give her fried tea, and my cousin will attend her future wedding.

But at a certain moment, she suddenly realized that the wedding she thought would not happen, so her cousin disappeared.

She was in such a hurry that she didn't care about anything, and ran out in a hurry, no matter what she did, others looked at her like a madman, and called her cousin while crying.

Take it, take it quickly.

She wanted to hear her cousin's voice, to hear her laugh.

Take it, really, please.

"Sister, answer the phone..."

Until there was a bang, there were still exclamations and screams in her ears, she couldn't hear or see clearly, and she murmured about her sister.

On that pavement, a young body writhed and splattered with blood.

The mobile phone was thrown into the flower bed, and a familiar and warm male voice sounded: "Hello, my dear."

She couldn't hear it.