A woman's love collection

Mary held the phone tightly and pressed it on again and again, staring at the phone number in a daze. The number belonged to a very seductive woman - a student of the painter's husband, who called her the Magpie Girl. She had played hard against this woman, she was a winner and a loser.

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Her hand was scratched by the cardboard on her chest, and it hurt a lot—the word "wife" was written on it. There was also a small cardboard hanging from her back with her name written on it - she was afraid her husband would forget who she was. She looked around the huge room, and every door was pasted with eye-catching cardboard, which read: men's bedroom, women's bedroom, bathroom, kitchen... As her husband's cognitive ability decreased, she also posted daily necessities one after another. label.

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The wipers outside the window were brushing down, and the husband inside the house stopped yelling, sitting on the carpet and stroking the drawings of magpies, his turbid eyes radiating shining light, and occasionally he laughed like a child. He muttered in a low voice: "Magpie, magpie, this is the magpie I love..." Then he pointed to the words on the painting and said, "The magpie is back, my heart is fragrant."

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She was a little fortunate—the paintings that her husband stole had not been discovered and destroyed by her long ago. Once upon a time, she hated seeing these sketches of magpies that lived and flew - two magpie eyes, one like her husband's and the other the woman's. Now, she hopes that these magpies can save her husband's dementia.

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Mary touched the string of numbers, each of which was like a pebble, making her fingers hurt. At school, she humiliated the Magpie girl like a shrew, grabbing her hair and punching and kicking her. In front of so many teachers and students, the Magpie girl did not resist or cry. Like a martyr before her execution, she countered her with words sharper than a sword: "Our love is soul love, and I love with my life. He, can you?" She was stunned, wondering if she could love someone with her life, she just wanted to protect the dignity of her family.

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Later, in the child's kneeling and begging, her husband did not divorce her. The magpie girl committed suicide once and was rescued, then went to another city and was never married.

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Mary picked up a drawing, stood on her chest, and asked her husband softly, "Dear, look, who am I?"

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"Bring it, bring it, don't touch my magpie! You're a big bad guy." The husband snatched the drawing, and leaned over the drawing for fear that someone might steal it, "Don't touch my magpie, I want to protect the magpie. , you are all big bad guys!" The husband said, and the child burst into tears.

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Her heart was aching, and her whole body was drowned in grief—she knew that there was a kind of love called life and death, which she could not replace, and what she kept was only the emptiness of family affection and her pale life. With trembling fingers, she dialed the number that pierced her heart countless times. The phone was on, no one answered. She called over and over again, and finally, a woman's voice came from there, asking word by word, "Why, still call me?"

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"Miss Magpie, don't hang up, just listen to what I have to say!" She couldn't control the trembling of her voice, "My husband... he has dementia, his memory is getting worse and worse, all our relatives are Don't know. Sometimes, even I forget who I am. We need your help!"

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"I'm sorry, I have devoted my heart to the Buddha, and I don't want to step into the world again." The other party was silent for a while and hung up the phone. She stubbornly dialed it again, until the other party turned off and did not connect again.

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"Look at the magpies, look at the magpies, I'm going to the park to see the magpies!" The husband was about to go out holding the drawing.

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She locked the door and coaxed her, "It's raining outside, and it's getting dark. Would you like to see it tomorrow?"

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"Get up, get up, I'm just going to find a magpie!" The husband was arguing, kicking the door hard.

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"If you make trouble again, if you don't obey, I will tear up all the magpie drawings and burn them." She threatened loudly and acted like a snatch.

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Like a frightened child, her husband hid in the bedroom with the drawings and didn't come out until dinner time, with a canvas pocket around his neck, which was filled with drawings of magpies. Husband always hangs his pocket on his chest and sleeps in his arms.

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In the boundless dark night, her husband's snoring was loud and low, like those wandering winds. Her body spasmed, and she felt like she was about to faint. Looking at everything she was familiar with, her heart was desolate, and she felt how meaningless to stick to her life for so many years. Since the Magpie girl left the city, her husband has never laughed with her again. After so many years in the same bed and different dreams, her laughter and happiness also made her laugh. lost. She couldn't figure it out all the time, her best friend's husband had cheated too, but after correcting it, the two of them lived the same life as before. The girlfriend said that their intimacy is better than before, like the sun and the sky after a storm, they are inseparable.

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She turned over and felt the pain lessened. She began to check her past. Since she drove away the magpie girl, she has restrained her public character a lot. She always lowered her eyebrows in front of her husband, and even listened to the instigation of her best friend, bought sexy underwear and prepared candlelight dinner, but Her husband didn't cooperate with her at all, like Liu Xiahui, who was sitting still in her arms. The husband asked for separation several times, and she did not agree with anything. Now, she finally understood what the Magpie girl said, "We are souls in love". She regretted it and understood the difference between her husband and other men. The soul of her husband was taken away by the Magpie girl, leaving her the body of a walking dead. The pyramids of marriage and love are different. At the beginning, the foundation she laid was not very solid. Later, she was only busy with children and work, ignoring her husband's feelings, and could not keep up with his emotional growth. She could only look up and remain silent under the pyramid.

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"I love him with my life, can you?" The Magpie girl's voice rang in her ear, she shuddered, and suddenly remembered that the Magpie girl's blood had been flowing in her husband's body. That year, my husband went to Gansu with a folk collection activity organized by the City Artists Association, and accidentally fell down the mountain while sketching the colorful Danxia in Zhangye. The severely injured husband needed a large amount of blood to be transfused during the operation. The blood bank in the small hospital did not have his "panda blood", and it was too late to transfer blood from other cities. When life and death were at stake, the magpie girl's blood type was successfully matched, and she resolutely lost her husband twice before she rescued her husband, but she herself fell into a coma.

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In a cold sweat, Mary leaned on the sofa in the living room, turned on her mobile phone, and struggled to write a text message word by word: "Miss Magpie, forgive me for all the hurt I have done to you in the past! I have also received retribution. Since you left, my happiness has also changed. No more, his soul is gone with you. I am also a victim of marriage. I should have quit long ago. I didn’t think that I hurt you and lost your happiness! I have an incurable disease, and the time that belongs to me is only It's half a year left. I want to entrust you to take care of the only one who can't let go. I beg you, okay? After he lost his mind, he has always remembered you, and has been hiding your magpie drawings. He has never forgotten it. You! Come on, this home is handed over to you, I can rest assured! I will leave quietly, he doesn't know me anymore..." Tears blurred the handwriting in front of her eyes, and after the text message was sent, she cried happily.

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The phone vibrated, and it was a text message from the Magpie girl: "Don't blame yourself too much, I'm also at fault, I shouldn't have fallen too deep, causing harm to you and your family, I'm sorry! Since we all still love Follow him, accompany him together, take care of him after he walks through life, and no one will be absent. If it is possible, I will decide whether to go or not. "

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One day after the rain, there was a knock on the door, Mary opened the door, and an elegant and beautiful woman stood at the door holding a picture frame. Those eyes that she had hated and resisted for half her life were as quiet as autumn water, deeply inexhaustible. Bottom out. She greeted her warmly in the door. The husband said gracefully, "Hello, are you here to take care of my drawing? My hands are not good, so I can't draw anymore, sorry! Come in and have some tea."

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The sight of this meeting caught Mary by surprise, and hurriedly explained: "She is a magpie girl, don't you even know her? She is your student magpie, and you taught her to draw. Look, this is what you gave her. The magpie you painted. Do you remember? You fell down the mountain at Qicai Danxia in Zhangye, Gansu, and the hospital wanted to perform an operation on you. It was the magpie girl who lost her blood twice to save your life. Think about it again. !" Mary's words startled the Magpie girl, and a mist of water appeared in her eyes.

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"Magpie, girl magpie?" The husband was stunned for a long time, patted his head, looked closer at the painting, looked at the person, and said happily, "I know these words: Magpie is back, my heart is fragrant! Get up, it's the magpie we painted, you are really a magpie girl! Your eyes are the same as the magpie painted on it, where have you been, it's so hard for me to find it!" The husband took the magpie girl's hand , whispered: "Let's go outside and say that there are a lot of our magpies hidden in this cloth pocket. We can't let others see them, and they will be taken away. I want to protect you and prevent bad people from hitting you."

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Mary took the hands of her husband and the magpie girl, smiled with tears in her eyes, and said, "You don't have to go outside, just stay here and do whatever you like. By the way, let's draw magpies together, come here. "

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Seeing the tears in the eyes of the Magpie girl, she walked to the drawing table by the window, unfolded the drawing paper, lifted the pen, and asked her husband to hold the pen. magpie. A golden sun shrouded their overlapping figures, shining like golden statues.

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Mary put a letter and a long list of keys on the coffee table, smiled relievedly, and silently walked out the door. She didn't see that the magpie girl was drawing a third magpie on the paper with her husband, with eyes like hers.