Thinking about her marriage with Su Zhetuo for more than a year now, it was like having a dream. When she woke up from the dream, he also left. As expected, that outstanding man was not something she could have.
He is not bad to her, he is a good husband. He gives her a home and a worry-free life. He will buy her flowers on her birthday, a small gift, and a kind of sweet talk that is not sweet.
It would make her excited all day long, and she would even be so excited that she couldn't fall asleep at night. Although the time he gave her was not much, not even one-tenth of what he had at work, she was already very satisfied.
.
Now think about it, in fact, she had always had an unrealistic dream. In fact, some of his time was given to her, and more of it besides work was given to another woman, the one he loved.
A woman is not just her, but she is just him, so she is only worth a little time.
Now, he no longer needs her, and she no longer needs her.
Those big palms turned around and tightly wrapped her little hands. The difference between men and women was really obvious.
Turning around, she smiled slightly at Qing. That smile had a different kind of spirit, and Qing's eyes just reflected her. The two of them only had each other in their eyes. They seemed to be more and more than relying on each other.
Some.
"Look, it's the mute one," I don't know when, but a voice next to them clearly reached their ears. The word "mute" made Xiang Qinglan's heart suddenly hurt. She could speak, but now
She couldn't tell, so what they said was right, she was mute.
Even though I have accepted it, why does my heart still hurt?
She is a mute, a mute who cannot speak.
She laughed miserably, but the sounds had no intention of stopping at all. They continued to come out, flying in the wind, and they were particularly clear. She wanted to ignore them, but she couldn't refuse to listen.
"Yeah, she's a mute. How could that man fall in love with her? Look, she's a mixed race. She's really handsome. It's really not worth it to match her." It seemed to be an unfair voice, but
, but the jealousy inside can be easily heard.
A typical mentality of saying sour grapes if you can’t eat them.
Qing stopped walking. He just had some intellectual deficiencies, but you should know that he was not too stupid, let alone such a voice that was clearly aimed at them.
Xiang Qinglan also stopped, raised her head, looked at Qing Qing's expressionless face, she pulled his hand, and between the fingers, she slightly pursed her lips, and looked at Xiang Qinglan, but it was
Much gentler.
"Lan, I just can't speak, I'm not mute. I can hear Lan's voice. Here," he pointed to his heart. He could hear her voice, although it was silent, that is, he really
He can speak, so his Lan is not mute.
Xiang Qinglan just couldn't speak, but she could hear the voice. She thought she didn't care, but it didn't mean she really didn't care. When others talked about it, her heart still inevitably hurt.
.
What she lost was not just her voice, she lost the whole world. Her husband, her family, and the poor unborn baby.
Blinking her slightly sour eyes, she just raised her head and let the wind dry the moisture in her eyes, turning her into a stubborn and stubborn woman.