She walked extremely slowly, the scorching sun at noon and the blisters on the soles of her feet were tormented by each other, and her back and legs, which had been inactive for a long time, also began to make trouble. She originally went out happily with her family, but at this time there was no one around her who could help her No one listened to or listened to her grievances. The husband only cared about showing off his vigorous physical strength and his political and financial comments with hindsight. The children were only chasing the unknown surprises and joys. Just now Mrs. Lu asked with concern. He gave her a cry, but he had to be kidnapped by Mrs. Jiang, who was clinging to the old friendship, and walked forward.Many unfamiliar faces passed by with laughter, they were indifferent to her, but they just happened to meet on the narrow road at this moment, and passing by just ended this short encounter; however, the family members who are closely related to her life And the warmly greeted friends, once they are no longer linked by blood and memory, what is the difference between them and these strangers around her for her?

She thought of the way Mrs. Jiang was holding on to Mrs. Lu, and when she was talking to Mrs. Lu, Mrs. Jiang's stern eyes shot at her. Suddenly, she realized that the accusation against Xin Xin was directed at her because of Mrs. Lu. Walked side by side with her for a while and said a few more words.Some girls used to have this kind of intimate friendship with strong possessiveness when they were studying, they went in and out together, regardless of you and me, and that warm little circle was their whole world.It's ridiculous, she didn't know that the friend she was afraid of losing, in the eyes of others, was just a dead mouse that crows clung to, she thought she was keeping something precious forever, but she didn't know that she lost more... But Xianling asked herself, how much bigger could her own world be than Mrs. Jiang's?She also has a husband, children and a seemingly happy family, but compared with eternity, this family may be as short as the moment when these strangers meet her, right?

A gust of cool wind blew from the mountain pass, she had to stop, smelling the familiar grass fragrance in the wind, looking at the tangled bushes under her feet and the chaotic and crowded buildings and roads in the distance, the voices of people behind her were still chaotic, busy I climbed over this hill, and then went downhill back to the parking lot. Apart from scanning the gray and green mountain scenery along the way, my muscles ached. I don’t remember what jokes my companions said, but after all I climbed a mountain to pass the boring day of the long New Year’s holiday. I used a knife to carve my own name on the stones and trees, which will sooner or later disappear with the collapse of the stones and the withering of the trees. Some small joys that will be forgotten tomorrow are also very pleasant. enough.

She should go forward, they are probably waiting for her ahead.However, after walking a few steps, her feet felt like many sharp and thick hemp ropes were tightly wrapped around her feet. She thought she would not be able to walk anymore, but she was not in a hurry. The alarm was lifted, and the mood suddenly brightened.It doesn't matter, the sky is still bright, people are constantly coming and going on the side of the road, it doesn't matter if you rest here for a while, if you don't see her, your husband will naturally come to her, and there should be one time to let him understand that she doesn't always take it for granted It will automatically appear in front of him. It's been a long time since I've had the pleasure of such a willful prank. I really can't wait to see how anxious he is for her.

The sun cast mottled tree shadows in front of her feet, the withered and yellow thorns swayed like waves, the wind on the top of the mountain howled, and the noise of human voices blew from the mountain sun to the mountain shade, and from the front to the back of the mountain, faintly Among them were the cries of children.In a trance, she felt that she was back to her childhood. She was in a temple full of incense, or in a theater after a show, and she caught a glimpse of a child who was lost in the crowd and opened his mouth to cry loudly. The vicious dog, with saliva dripping from the corner of its mouth, was chasing after her, panting and panting, and was about to catch up and bite her; she couldn't help clutching the adult's hand even more nervously, lest the child would become herself.

Her life is full of human voices and breaths, even in this mountain, there is no silence for a moment.They may be waiting anxiously for her, without her, they would not open the lid of the crisper with sandwiches and sushi, and they don't know that the paper towels are in the interlayer of the small freezer, they are clumsy, maybe Will spill the salad dressing, get it all over the place, and in the end it's her who cleans up the mess.She was always worried, and she knew she was worried. Her husband was never worried that she would take the threat of running away from home seriously.He's got her.

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