16 year old graduation ceremony

Sure enough, he was married and became a father!Her heart seemed to be cut by a sharp knife, how silly!What else could she expect?Let her not forget that she is also a pregnant married woman!She shook her previously withered smile, and immediately it was as good as new again: "Wow! You have two children! They must be cute, right? What does your wife do?"

He frowned, clasped his hands on the table, and clacked his knuckles: "Children? One is five years old and the other is three years old. They are the most troublesome times. My wife is also a person who can't take time off. She originally resigned." She is working and planning to take care of the children at home. Within a year, she complained that she was too bored to work. She took in a few students to teach piano at home. I am busy with work, so I rarely have dinner at home in a week, and I just want to stay at home during the holidays. Sleeping all day, I don't have much time to spend with the child at all..." He suddenly stopped, and looked at his watch in a hurry: "It's almost time, I'll pay the bill."

When he walked out of the coffee shop, Li Shijun said apologetically: "Listen to me, it's boring, right? My wife said I'm a workaholic. Look, I have to go to Taichung for a meeting on Saturday." It seemed to cover up Inadvertently revealing his loneliness, he immediately laughed twice: "If you don't leave, you won't be able to catch the bus. Shall we see you at the clinic in two weeks?"

Xianling watched him wave away. Under the expensive camel's hair suit was a lonely figure who was a little hunched under the burden of life. Suddenly, there was an urge to catch up with him and hold him in her arms. Get warm comfort, just like what he did to her that night.But she could only stand there, watching his back sinking to the escalator leading to the underground platform.She imagined the appearance of his wife this morning: a beautiful and elegant pianist, with a white satin nightgown and a slender waist, indifferently leaning against the delicate crystal screen in the entrance, watching him bend over to put on his shoes, and maybe he missed a sentence Harsh words, turning her face to accept his parting kiss like a charity, and slamming the iron door before he stepped into the elevator... No, maybe when he went out, she was still sleeping soundly on the bed, half naked Smooth shoulders, cascading black hair on a snow-white pillow; she cared nothing for her husband's unhappiness.But Xian Ling was just an outsider after all, standing outside the crystal screen and staring at all this, but he was helpless.

She asked herself why she cared so much about him?What would others say about her if they knew?No, no one will know, this is her own secret, because others cannot understand the pure and selfless friendship between a man and a woman, they will only stain their respect and cherish for each other with dirty and suspicious criticism.The next time she was in the clinic, she noticed a new framed watercolor hanging on his desk, an abstraction in red and black.She looked at the painting approvingly, then nodded and looked at him. He understood her eyes, showing the shy smile she was familiar with before. The moment their eyes met, they had a common secret.

That's all there is between them, and they can't go any further.She used to not let him hold her hand or send her back to the dormitory when she was in school, because she was afraid of giving him the illusion and risk of promises; now because they are both married and have a doctor-patient relationship as a safety net, she No longer resisting, let him lift his skirt and enter her most secret body.In the past, they were just two parallel lines. Many years later, they met along the shallows of the clinic along their respective rivers of life, and then they split up and rushed downstream without thinking. If anyone wants to change the direction of the river, it will be futile or a disaster. field.But every time she walked out of his consulting room and shut his tender eyes behind the door, there was always a faint gap in her heart that seeped the cold wind.

On the night when her husband didn't come home from a dinner party, she was lazily sitting on the sofa in the living room, staring at the TV screen, where all her stories seemed to be played out: the mutual suspicion and quarrel between husband and wife, the trivial rift between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law A young woman with grievances and grievances is struggling painfully between her old lover and her husband...; TV even played the role of a prophet, listing her future in front of her eyes: the yellow face tortured by children and housework Mother-in-law, hysterically wants to seek justice from the vixen who seduced her husband, or a married woman who is seduced out of morals and finally faces the fate of being abandoned from beginning to end....They are all dramas, but there seems to be her shadow in the dramas. A small thought can lead her future in a completely different direction, but the ending is the same: a woman who sacrificed for love has worked hard to get happiness, no matter what. She walked to the waiting room alone, or was embraced by her lover, and the smile at the end was vicissitudes and slightly bitter.Turning off the TV, what she faced was the ordinary reality with only minor quarrels and grievances. As long as she didn't break through this thick and suffocating protective film, the dramatic ending would always be in the untouchable future.

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