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On the way back from the Wanshi, Jian Mei did not only think about everything in Xingzhong, but she also missed her class teacher who had let her down. Because she had not returned all the expenses he had spent on her for three years in junior high school (of course, it was her father who paid for her winter and summer vacation home)!
"Follow me, stay with me! Although it can't solve the household registration and grain and oil relations of the farmers, there are still family workers in the canteen in the middle school of the community. Even if it can't be done, I can still have about 30 yuan a month to support you!”When Jianmei graduated from junior high school, her homeroom teacher was madly in love with her. During their last conversation, she actually knelt down."I do have a little lung disease, but it's not dangerous! Moreover, it could be cured in the 1960s. I promise you'll be happy in the future. I'll be careful and do everything, including washing clothes, cooking, and taking care of the children…"
"Unbearably vulgar!" The firm plum tree did not cut him off.
"No, it's a practical need-hard plum! Listen to me…"
"Hmph, vulgar! How was he like a junior high school teacher??”She interrupted him with a contemptuous sneer. Burning the fire, cooking, taking care of the children…Even so, she still couldn't bear to hear these words. It was childish.
That's right, life should be a little tacky! Back then, when Jian Mei went to the Wan Teacher Academy, which was about half a mile away, she found her only male classmate. After that, she felt that her female classmate's lecture was still very good.
She had been too foolish in the past! Why did he let Gao Ya tie his hands and feet??
That's right! Jian Mei could go talk to Xing Zhong again. If his understanding of her was the same as hers, then he would not feel that he did not understand, did not care, or even left in a huff when she reprimanded him on the details of life such as thermos bottles... Yes, divorce would be so difficult today. Even the leader who helped the Siqing Task Force with voluntary labor every day did not support her divorce on the grounds of " bad composition." Hopefully, he would not be stubborn this time.
As Jian Mei thought about it, she quickened her pace. She remembered that the lights were still on when she left her room in the attic.|
Far away, she was walking back from the northern Wan Shi. She saw that the light in the window of the attic had gone out.
It was pitch-black, just like her marriage, which had come to an end…
In the blink of an eye, Jian Mei had been married to him for more than a year. She gradually understood the fact that marriage was not as good as she imagined. She encountered many problems that she never thought of before marriage.
First of all, it was the complexity of the household chores, but she finally spent the day diligently and thriftily. I hope so. She always wanted to live a good life, but it was not as happy as her school days!
Then, the big problem of the economy was the lack of money! She also had to be prepared to make arrangements for various expenses every day and month, balance the income and expenditure, and so on. And this move would not work without the proper cooperation of a couple. But Xingzhong might not be what she thought. Xingzhong never cared about the budget. He used it however he liked and did not calculate the income of the art stall. When the money was not enough, he would ask Jian Mei with a frown,
"How did you do it? Didn't you calculate it well?"
However, if she restricted Xingzhong's spending, he would say angrily,"
"Although you didn't spend money recklessly and only took out eight to ten yuan to return to your form teacher every month, you can't let a man who doesn't smoke, drink, or drink tea have nothing on him, right?”
After getting angry, Jian Mei showed him the diary and told him to go and collect it. However, he said,
"No, no, no. You are my 'finance director'. You have full control over the economy!”
Towards Xing Zhong, Jian Mei was completely helpless. He was stubborn. Sometimes, even if she had a fiery temper, he would not tolerate it. After a fight with both hands and feet, when the time came, she would suffer a huge loss and the Huang family would also be interfered with. She would be "implicated"! As a result, when the small family was at a low ebb, she often felt that she did not understand him at all and was beaten up by him for no reason!
What Jian Mei couldn't tolerate was that her husband liked to make friends. When his friends were in trouble, he would go through fire and water to help them. If she was sick, he could completely ignore her. In terms of relationships, he seemed to be very sloppy, but he also seemed to be very greedy. A coincidence, a former student of her father's? Or her male classmate had given her a rather large letter, and he had lost his temper over it. He would press her down in her chair and question her, and she felt more and more that he was a poet-and he would force her to confess whether she had corresponded with her homeroom teacher.! She was so angry that she hadn't eaten for a day, and he ran over to apologize. He even tried his best to hold her head and said,
"Jianmei, please forgive my impulsiveness and jealousy! I can't help it when I see or hear you talking to your form teacher. I'm sorry…"
"Xingzhong, you are a contradictory person…You make me feel that your feelings for me, who is still a bride, are not…no, not love; Rather…it was a kind of possessiveness, a manifestation of selfishness and self-interest! Can't you read the letter carefully--is it from my father?! Learn more carefully?"
"I'm in the painting industry. Can I not be more careful?!”
"Xingzhong! I'm talking about being more careful with your feelings? It's not fake love| ”
"Good! Definitely!" he said, and he smiled stupidly again, as if all the ill feelings had disappeared in his smile. However, this shadow was growing darker and darker in Jian Mei's heart.
First, Jian Mei's mental fortress was broken through.
It was because women loved to wash clothes by the river or well, or ask about what was wrong with the parents of the East and West, and what was right and wrong when they washed the vegetables after buying rice. They would all release their "energy" on those occasions!
That was, the East Gate where Xingzhong used to carry river water to eat or sell (two cents per picul), the area by the Wan River 300 meters away from his house; There was also the playground of the primary school at the back door, which was less than 50 meters away from his house. It was also the well where his uncle had fled to Taiwan after firing a cannon at the People's Liberation Army in April 1949. It was also the well where his mother had committed suicide for the second time.(Because of his grandmother's quarrel, his mother had not died after jumping into the well, so his grandmother had been sentenced to half a year in the East Lake Labor Camp. After the liberation, it had shaken the town of Wan County.)
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