If I am going to leave this world one day, I hope that my final destination will be in your arms. Even if I drink the bowl of Mengbo soup by the Naiho Bridge and forget my past life, I will still be able to find you in the next life with the memory of your embrace.
--Title
One
On our wedding night, I suddenly asked Ding Yu this question: "Ayu, we will grow old one day until we die. If you could choose, where would you like to end up?
As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. It was too much to ask such a question on a happy day.
Sure enough, Ding Yu was silent.
I was about to say something to save my life when Ding Yu spoke up.
"If I ever have to leave this world, I hope that my final destination will be in your arms. That way, even if I have to drink the Mona soup by the Naiho Bridge, in the next life, I will still be able to find you with the memory of your embrace."
In the darkness, I couldn't see his expression. However, the seriousness and determination in Ding Yu's words made me feel a great shock hitting my soul.
Yes, at that time, I was the happiest woman in the world.
Ding Yu was a man with a very gentle character. I don't know if this character hindered him or not, but to this day, he is still working as an ordinary clerk in a company. When I got married, many of my friends didn't understand why I chose him; after all, his monthly salary was only a quarter of mine. However, I have always believed that a gentle heart will help me to overcome my daily struggles.
We've been married for half a year now, and we've always lived in a three-story apartment in the company's building. Although it was only a small two-room apartment, neither of us complained, and in Ding Yu's words, "The house and the bread will come someday." Although I would like to live in a nice house, this city with quite high prices makes me just want to organize my daily life first.
However, as time went on, I gradually felt a sadness. I used to believe that the blandness is the true connotation of love, but the same pattern of life day after day made me start to get bored. The marriage is starting to look boring and I'm getting confused about where it's going to go from here.
How I hoped that Ding Yu would feel the same way, or that he would make some changes. But Ding Yu seems to be oblivious to it, and goes about his daily business as usual. Ding Yu's writing is good, but also published some small articles, so, after work, always like to ambush on the table to write and draw. I wanted him to focus more on his work, but it never worked.
Xu Yong was the one who broke into my life at this time.
There was a party at the company, and I was sitting alone on the dance floor, sipping wine, when a middle-aged man invited me to dance.
There have been a lot of invitations to me in the evening, but they have all been declined by me for various reasons. However, the man in front of me seemed to exude the charisma of a middle-aged man, especially one with a successful career, and I couldn't refuse.
He and I danced gently in the crowd to the sound of music. The psychedelic lights made me a little dizzy for a moment. He whispered in my ear, "Chen Ran! Right? From the planning department."
I was taken aback and raised my eyes to look at him. This man wasn't very tall, probably only about 1 meter 76, yet the aura made me look up to him.
"Strange isn't it? How am I supposed to get along if I don't even know the names of my staff!" His flirty tone, however, made my heart tighten, and under suspicion, I opened my mouth to ask, "Are you ......"
At that exact moment, a dance song ended. He embraced me and whispered softly in his ear, "My name is Xu Yong. You are the only female I ****ing danced with today." After saying that, he left in a flutter, leaving me frozen there.
This man, is the vice president of our company? And I was the only one who **** danced with him at the dance tonight?
A hint of vain satisfaction crept into my heart.
Returning home in the early hours of the morning, I pushed open the door, Ding Yu is still in the book. Seeing me come back, Ding Yu put away all the books and manuscripts, and then brought a bowl of noodles out from the kitchen.
"Wife, tired? This bowl is your favorite ......"
"Egg and shredded pork noodles, right?" I interrupted. Ding Yu scratched his head in some embarrassment. After being married for so long, he still used this action as often as he did when he first fell in love to show that he was at a loss for words. In fact, I myself do not know why I interrupted him, but today I always feel like a thief, off the cuff and said again, "In addition to writing and writing, and laying an egg noodle, what else can you do ah?"
2 can let a man read the article crying once
Ding Yu's face changed at once. I looked a little guiltily at the bowl of still steaming noodles in his hand and whispered, "I'm sorry, Yu, I'm probably too tired."
Ding Yu also relaxed his expression and asked me softly, "Well, why don't you just rest early?"
"Uh-huh." I nodded.
I turned my back to Dingyu for the first time at night when I went to bed, and when he hugged me from behind, I struggled a little.
Dingyu's arms stiffened and shrunk back.
I didn't say anything, and in the darkness, Xu Yong's thick, dashing figure kept appearing in my mind.