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This was what Jian Mei was thinking:
"I was originally just suspicious of the 'triangle' first love affair with my former classmates Bai Yu and Li Ying Zhijian. I didn't expect that my mother-in-law, who had always treated me with courtesy, would suddenly say such strange words. Ah!" After all this fuss, the mother and son are suspecting that I'm in a relationship with my form teacher!”
This anger was no small matter. Jian Mei amplified her voice of compassion. After covering her face, she bent down and ran back to her small attic room. She threw herself on the bed and buried her face in the pillow. In an instant, she had the thought of committing suicide.
Xingzhong was still staring at the receipt of the money order. It should be said that it was his subconscious instinctive behavior in his state of mind. He could only blame Jianmei's cold words. At first, he was surprised and annoyed, and then he suddenly felt that he had pierced through the "window paper". It turned out that she continued to doubt his "first love" in middle school. He had intended to lay his cards on the table and have a thorough talk with her, but who would have thought that his mother would step in? It looked like she had given Jianmei a stronger stimulation to pester her endlessly. Everything was in chaos! Everything was wrong! Everything was ruined! In a moment of panic, anger, impatience, and confusion, he reached out and took out the group photo. It was another group photo of his classmates from middle school. He suddenly threw it on the ground, shattering the frame. He even bent down and grabbed the photo!
That was the only copy of his student photo,"Friends of Youth", which he tore into pieces! It was even more pulverized than the enlarged three-inch photo he tore when he was criticized by his classmates (nicknamed Bamboo Rod) and other people in the chemical plant in the provincial capital!
Half a year later, when Jian Mei had roughly figured out the people she was familiar with in the small county's town, as well as more comments about the Huang family, she bit her lower lip and swore to herself,"
"I will definitely have to leave this big family! Huang Xingzhong is a person who doesn't talk about credibility and doesn't pay off my debts in time. He continues to miss his female classmate's lover. Can I stay here? What was he still shouting about? What was he thinking? What was his goal? Could it be that I owe my form teacher a favor and that he didn't pay me back?……”
That night, she had returned to her room to rest in an extremely important and unpleasant way.
The small single-wall lamp shone with a lingering orange light, filling the wooden bed in the small attic.
Jian Mei, who was leaning against the Hangzhou silk embroidered quilt, was in a bad mood.
In the past, the passionate embrace, the warm whispers, the scene where she covered his eyes from behind, the natural swimming pool on the beach of East Lake, the moment she fell into his arms and smiled knowingly, and so on, all of these scenes appeared in her mind...
Jian Mei still forced herself to think about many happy things--because today was the day that she was recommended by the working group to be a youth actician of the Fuxing Neighborhood Committee on the Honor Roll after half a year of marriage. However, she could not make herself happy no matter what!
The cream-colored furniture, the dark red floor, and the pale green printed bedsheets were a contrast. Everything was exactly the same as what she had hoped for in the dreams of the extremely picky girl in the past. Although she thought that way and looked at the reality in front of her, the most important thing was her husband. He was lively and studious, honest and strong, and a great artist. He was the best partner for the country girls in the 1960s!
He was Huang Xingzhong, a small self-employed artist in the art world. She was Huang Jianmei, a modern woman who had just graduated from junior high school and had not been admitted to a technical secondary school. She married at home and assisted her husband in painting. A typical demonstration of a world home for two people in the city of Kangleping Middle School and the miscarriage class. Even at that time, such a combination of common interests was rare, so it was even more enviable.
At the same time, Jianmei knew that her husband's classmate, Daha, had only married an uneducated, small, and thin wife. Jiang Er had also married a girl from the countryside as his wife, so she had once dared to say so proudly and happily,
"I'm a lucky dog now!”
However, the corner of Jian Mei's mouth today was filled with a bitter smile!
His gaze suddenly trembled. On the cabinet, on the glass plate with their two-inch wedding photo with an eternal smile, there was a pair of thermos bottles that she had carefully selected. On the black background, there were two exquisite and snow-white kittens. It was obvious that the other pair of thermos flasks with the scenery of East Lake were dwarfed. However, this pair of iron-shelled water bottles was an oil painting that Xingzhong had painted himself. However, he had already publicly admitted that it was not as good as the water bottle that she had chosen under the suggestion of her male classmate! The husband had no choice but to be convinced by his beloved wife, because among all the simple wedding items given by relatives and friends, Jian Mei liked the black thermos bottle the most. [Page 10]
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