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siege of post-80s

Part 4(11)

By lihaoPublished 6 months ago 4 min read

"I've had enough, I don't want to see you again in this life. Please don't come to me after drinking or any time you can't find someone to accompany you. I am not a lady who is always on call and free of money." Always gentle Ruby got up quickly and began to dress.

"Ruby, do you really want to do this? You don't understand me, and you really don't understand why everyone is forcing me." Hanwen angrily pulled out the badly tied tie and threw it to the ground. Sitting angrily on that chair with the pillows on it.

"It's not that you don't understand, it's that you don't care about me at all. I've heard enough of your excuses. The President of the United States is not busy with you." Ruby got dressed, grabbed her handbag, and started to go out.

Hanwen rushed over, grabbed Ruby's hand and said, "Ruby, I'm sorry, I really..."

Ruby struggled to break away from Hanwen's hand, and shouted hysterically: "I tell you I've had enough, you're lying next to me, and the first thing you do when you wake up is to call someone else. You treat me like a toy, a poop The object of desire, never consider my feelings. Let me tell you, no man has ever treated me like this!" Then Ruby took out a few RMB from her handbag and slammed it on the bedside table.

"Don't be arrogant, don't you treat me like a lady who doesn't spend money? Xiao Hanwen, let me tell you today, I paid for me last night. The two of us are over, completely over."

Hanwen let go of his hand, looked at the back of Ruby running out, and the door closed with a "bang". Hanwen stood up, grabbed the pillow on the chair, threw it on the ground fiercely, looked angrily at the direction Ruby left, then looked back at the money on the bedside table, panting heavily, and rushed to He picked up the few RMB in front of the bedside table and threw them out of the window vigorously. The glass reflected a different and calm face from the past.

Red banknotes floated out from the 32nd floor of Yuchuan Hotel, one after another fell sadly, mixed with the cold moisture in the air, fluttering beside the tallest building in Yuchuan. Every window in the building is closed, reflecting light expressionlessly. In the hazy winter day, the red banknotes were blown around by the wind, but without exception they became exhausted under the blowing of the wind.

Si'er, who came back from her honeymoon, started her life at her in-law's house. Her daily biological clock began to be readjusted, and she had to get up an hour early every day to prepare breakfast, because her in-law's house was far away from the company.

At six o'clock in the morning, sleepy Si'er turned on the natural gas and watched the heat gradually rise from the pot. Then, cut the pickles and prepare the steamed buns. When everything was ready, Si'er sat on the chair in the kitchen and started to be in a daze.

It was really like a dream. When Si'er came back from her honeymoon, her mother-in-law cooked the dishes, and at first she just politely washed the dishes with her. Because my mother told Si'er that she must take the initiative to work. But after a period of time, Si'er needs to get up very early every day to prepare breakfast, and when she comes home from get off work, she has to go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, then prepare dinner, and wash the dishes after eating. Then, exhausted, she searched for the socks that Xiaoqiang had replaced in the bedroom, washed them, and cleaned them; plus basic cleaning, it was almost eleven o'clock when she went to bed.

Si'er herself wondered, and at first she just took the initiative to "help" her mother-in-law with housework. After a period of time, these tasks seem to have become my own duties, and no one in the whole family feels unnatural, as if everything should be done. I definitely have to clean up the whole family on weekends, and my mother-in-law often brings friends to the house as guests. Every time the guests leave, the heavy cleaning work will make Si'er's back ache.

On the bus, Si'er stared out the window in a daze. At 7:30 in Shanghai, the only thing I could hear was the sound of car horns. Is this marriage? I have been with Xiaoqiang for six years. To be precise, they were just good friends for the first two years. Because of my family education and conservative personality, I have never had "close contact" with Xiaoqiang. Suddenly I feel very uncomfortable.

Xiaoqiang's feet are very smelly, and every time Si'er washes her socks, she has the urge to vomit. When eating at home, he farts like no one else is around. He sometimes forgets to flush the bathroom when he goes to the bathroom, and his clothes often have oil stains that are difficult to wash off. He snores when he sleeps, and Si'er is almost a little nervous, and will be awakened by a slightly louder sound, and the quality of sleep is greatly reduced due to excessive snoring every day. The smell of oily smoke made her lose her appetite, and after getting married, Si'er became more and more haggard and thin.

Young Adult

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