There is a kind of cleverness is playing dumb

Many problems between a couple, like a small piece of skin breakage, some, is pre-cancer, need to be solved immediately, the more the more serious; Some of them, it's just a simple scratch, you leave it alone, it gets better by itself, and if you scratch it every now and then, it's never going to get better.

They were introduced to each other.

She, the girl who studies classical literature, beautiful, romantic; He, a boy majoring in applied physics, is rigorous and pragmatic. They weren't a good match, but they got married anyway. In her words, "I met him when I wanted to get married, and I got married."

The tone has so a little unwilling and helpless.

He was delighted, however, to have married such a beautiful and capable wife as he had expected. Have NO MATTER OF TIME, HE WILL COMPARE HER WITH THE WIFE OF THE SIDE ACQUAINTANCE, AND THEN TELL HER CONCLUSION: "MY WIFE IS THE BEST!"

She gave a faint smile and said, "Boring."

She has a little secret in her heart, that is, she has been silently in love with another person. That person, is her university professor ancient Chinese teacher, this love because can't get, more let a person cannot stop. She treasured the teacher hand-copied to her words, is Lu you's "love · in those years Wanli Mi Feng Hou", but the last paragraph changed: this life who, the heart in Xiangshan, old cangzhou body. In her name, there is a "maple", the maple leaves in autumn are red, and the Fragrant Hills are famous for their red leaves. A feeling, to be so tortuous and obscure expression, she saw, can not say the bitter, bitter and mixed with sweet.

She waited, has been waiting, youth in waiting to slip away, and in the end, the teacher also failed to give her a desired outcome, said to her: "There is no way, she refused to leave, have a child, there is no way......" She decided to let go, she did not want to regard their life as precious love, but in the end let the teacher so difficult and painful. If you can't marry a teacher, then who can you marry? At this time, someone else happened to introduce him, so she married him.

He was always good to her. He couldn't write poetry, he didn't know romance, but he loved her. She has arthritis and can't touch cold water. Every morning, the first thing he does is turn on the two stoves of the gas range and boil water at the same time. When she gets up, the five hot water bottles in the house are all filled.

He also includes all her hobbies, she went to the movies, he accompanied her to take her bag, take water, in her tears, give her a tissue, although, he will fall asleep on the side of the position; She went to a concert, but he didn't want to listen, so he sent her there first, figured it was over, and then picked her up. Whenever she came out, he would always see him standing at the door, never letting her wait for a minute...

Besides, he admired her, and spoke of her with pride in the presence of outsiders: my wife's cooking is so good that if I give her a taste of it, she will come home as good as it is; My wife's literary talent, our living expenses are basically spent on her manuscript fees; My wife that skin, natural beauty, never use cosmetics, really give me money; My wife that person, not vanity, what brand do not want, love to see a book...... "My wife my wife" all the time, make people curious, rushed to see her elegant demeanor, found that she is just a normal person.

At last she was a little embarrassed. "Don't praise me like that. It's not nice!" He raised his head. "What's wrong? I kua wife still don't let?" She laughed at his righteous manner and said, "Look at your foolishness!"

Sometimes she would think that he was probably the only person in the world who thought I was good anywhere, who would treat any request for me as a big thing and try to meet it. He is really a very good marriage object, gentle, loyal, good character, will hurt people, but once the sea is difficult for water, she always unconsciously will take him and the teacher, and the teacher between the heart of the tacit understanding, the spirit of communication, the kind of feelings...... With him, never.

Therefore, she seems to him, always light appearance, enthusiasm has been exhausted, the rest, just and a really common man, insipid quiet together.

They married a lovely son, son is her sweetheart, and she is the most close, will hook her neck and say: "Mom you want to grow slowly ah." "Why?" she asked. The son said: "If you grow up fast, and I grow up as fast, then I grow up, you will be old, and die, so mom, you need to grow slowly, when I grow up, I don't want you to old, let you die." Her son's words always made her feel like she was about to cry. He also said to her: "I know that you are irreplaceable in the heart of my son, I only hope that I have a small place in your heart, will not be replaced by others."

She also asked herself: Will it? It won't. 'she answered herself. Her son was her life, how could she let his world collapse, and him, this good and innocent man, how could she hurt him?

The day is so slowly down, and to the teacher's thoughts and reminiscence, seems to be a kind of background, one could always see you later, and seems to be a harbor, the heart is very tired, she will allow yourself to spend a little time immersed in the memory, and the teacher's dribs and drabs, sweet and bitter feeling, so familiar and far away...... She used the memory as a reward for herself.

One day, she suddenly received a phone call from her teacher. The teacher told her that his wife had died of illness and his son had gone abroad. He was now alone. He asked her, "How are you doing now?" Then he asked her, "Are you free this Sunday? Let's meet!" Her mind went blank. How many times, she thought and the teacher reunion picture, now really to come, why is she so timid.

Her face must have changed, and he asked her with concern, "What's the matter?" She said: "Nothing, an old friend, about to get together on Sunday." For a few days she is out of mind, he let his son accompany his mother: "Your mother seems to have a worry."

On Sunday, she went to her appointment, but after nearly ten years, how old had her teacher become? A wizened wooden little old man, let her feel strange, that in class in the punch line of the teacher freely? Is it just her memory? Or does her memory glorify the teacher?

Something collapsed inside her, and she regretted it: she shouldn't have come. And some relief: it is good to come, ten years of forget not to put down, but also to the end of the time.

She said goodbye to her teacher in the street, and as she said goodbye, she knew that there would be no goodbyes.

The son called, "Mom, when will you be back? Dad and I are waiting for you to have dinner." She had been vacated heart suddenly a hot: "Mother this back, waiting for ah!" She was suddenly grateful for a warm home to go to at a time like this.

At the corner of the road where she lived, she saw him waiting for her, holding his son's hand. She quickened her pace.

That night, as they lay in bed, she suddenly said to him, "Do you know who I went to see today?"

He rolled over, yawned, and said, "It's too late. Go to bed."

She said, "Don't you want to know?"

He was silent. She looked at him. He snored softly and was asleep. She sighed in her heart and shook her head: Oh, he is like this, bold lines and big heart, no way.

He buried his face in the pillow and smiled quietly -- well, he knew.