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siege of post-80s

Part 4(12)

By lihaoPublished 6 months ago 4 min read

I have heard Yawen talk about the relationship between men and women before, which made Si'er extremely bored after marriage. Sometimes doing laundry at night will deliberately procrastinate for a long time, and I am afraid that Xiaoqiang will make a request. She didn't understand either. When she was in school, she secretly watched porn with girls in the same dormitory. Such scenes made her shy and even a little disgusted. She felt that there was no difference between humans and animals. But the feeling of being in perfect harmony with the person he loves described by Yawen, he can't experience it no matter what. Instead, he became very resistant.

Bad marriage! Si'er said to herself in her heart.

Si'er began to try her best to get a job transfer, hoping to get a chance to travel, but she worked harder than before she got married. When I get off work every day, I feel inexplicably irritable when I think of going home. After thinking over and over again, she finally summoned up the courage to call her mother-in-law.

"Mom, I'm Si'er!"


"Mom, let me tell you, we have a celebration party tonight, everyone has to attend, you don't have to wait for me to eat. This weekend, I will go back to my mother's house for one night and come back tomorrow night."


After hanging up the phone, Si'er slowly realized that every time her mother-in-law talked to her, she was very brief.

Quietly waiting for Yawen to appear in the small restaurant in front of the house, Si'er rested her chin on her hands, stared at the menu in a daze, and what seemed to be circling in her mind were the prices of vegetables and eggs in the vegetable market.

"Auntie, can I take this chair?" A girl in a student uniform asked politely. Si'er looked around and was sure the girl was calling her, so she nodded.

Watching the back of the girl dragging the chair away. This should be a junior high school student or a high school student, and she is only ten years older than them, yet she actually calls her auntie.

"Si'er!" Yawen was still beautiful, and her complexion looked particularly good. In such a cold weather, Yawen was still wearing a miniskirt, thigh socks, and a light smoky makeup. The high-rolled hair and the Gucci snakeskin-trimmed handbag in the hand showed a different mature charm from the past.

"Yawen, how old do you think I am now?" Si'er raised her head and looked at Yawen steadfastly.

"Ah?" Yawen sat down with wide eyes, took off his coat, and gently put it on the back of the chair. "Why did you ask me this strange question as soon as we met? Of course we are on the same side. What's wrong with you?"

"That girl." Si'er pointed to the girl who dragged away the chair just now and said, "That's the one, the one in school uniform, she called me auntie, I haven't recovered yet."

Yawen laughed and said, "Si'er, you are too sentimental. You are not sensible, but you are really haggard. What's wrong? You are busy with work?"

"Yawen, I regret it! I shouldn't have gotten married."

"What's the matter, what happened?" Yawen ordered two bowls of Yangchun noodles, handed the menu back to the boss, and looked at Si'er puzzled.

"I don't understand why a woman has to do housework when she gets married. We only have one child in each family, why I am a treasure in my own family, but a grass in other people's homes. I work from morning till night, if Someone told me before that when I get married, I want to be a nanny for someone else's house, so I definitely won't get married." Si'er's face flushed.

"Do you work at home every day?" Yawen looked at Si'er and asked. Since preparing to get married, Si'er, a friend of few words since she was a child, seems to have a lot of passion.

"Yes, I have to cook, clean the floor, do the laundry, and do the grocery shopping. I feel like a maid who doesn't have to pay. The point is that everyone actually takes it for granted."

"Then you told Xiaoqiang that you are very tired and can't bear it?" Yawen looked at Si'er worriedly.

"I don't want to talk to him. After dinner, he must be sitting there playing "Warcraft" on the computer. When he goes to the bathroom, he also reads a joke book. While I tidy up, he throws magazines and dirty clothes everywhere. Yes, when it was time to go to bed, he was thinking about that, I really can't stand living with a man, I even feel a little sick, especially the smell of his socks." Si'er said retching one time.

Young Adult

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