Wife Please Be Obedient

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Sun Wen sat alone on the hillside, with his hands on his knees, a cigarette between his fingers, but he just kept holding it and did not pass it to his mouth.

The soot grew slowly, and gradually faded like a burning hope.

The wind is blowing, and the wind blows from a distance against the ground, passing over the lush vegetation, blowing past the past, blowing away the long soot and the rising strands of smoke.

The family arranged a blind date for him. High-achieving students are always in demand when they come back from the big cities, but none of them can make it-he really can't do it.

I went to the hospital secretly, and the doctor said it was a psychological problem. He didn't know whether the psychology was a sequelae of being taken care of, or because of the child taken away by Xu Wei, or something else.

In short, he can't do it anymore, and he doesn't want to commit evil anymore.

Yes, this kind of him, no matter who he marries in the village, he will ruin the family.

So of course I was treated as a monster——

He couldn't say that he had two children outside, one son and one daughter.

He hadn't even seen them in person, didn't know where they were, didn't know how they were doing now, didn't even know their birthday, he only knew that it was probably in winter.

Maybe he is really a monster... Sun Wen himself feels that he does not live like an individual. He desperately tried to go out and went out of the mountain village to the big city. He wanted to get ahead and leave this small mountain village forever.

However, in the end he returned, with all the scars outside, turned into a monster and returned.

After going around for more than ten years, finally returning to the original point, what is it for?

He couldn't understand.

The original dream now looks like a joke. If you can do it again, maybe you shouldn’t go to college from the beginning, stay here and find a woman to marry and have children, continue the circle of father’s generation, calm and stable. Is the best choice.

Wife and children are hot on the bed, which is very good, but it is also a luxury for him now.

The last spark remained on the cigarette **** between his fingers. Sun Wen raised his hand and took a hard sigh. The pungent smell of the burning filter poured into his throat, making his thin face wrinkled, but he did not spit it out, but took a deep breath. , Feeling the pungency of the lungs, threw the cigarette **** to the ground and crushed it, then patted his **** to stand up.

But in his thirties, the back and back of the brawny fitness man was already a little buckled, his clothes hung loosely on his body, and there was no more vigor on his face. The wind and sun made him a rough man, only left. Vicissitudes.

Ignorance is a kind of happiness, because they don’t ask for much. The price of wheat has increased by three cents, and the pork has dropped by more than one, which can make them happy. Sun Wen now envies them. The people in the village were despised by him before. those people.

Smoke rose from the ruined temple in the distance. He looked down the hillside and walked over there with his foot raised. This habit was learned from Xu Wei. She always went to the Datong Temple on the outskirts of Luocheng on the fifteenth day of the new year. Putting two sticks of incense, he used to sneer, but now he has become a devout believer.

Because there he can feel inner peace.

Whenever it was late at night, he couldn't fall asleep, he always thought of the two children, imagined the two dolls called fathers, with small short legs and small arms, crawling around on him, and then he was a twitch in his heart. The pain was like being pierced by a knife on the tip of the heart and spinning slowly, blood dripping out dripping, cold.

The night was like a big hand squeezing him, making him breathless, and huddling himself into a ball, trying to shrink into the dust.

Only the merciful and solemn and solemn statue of Baoxiang could make him feel a touch of warmth. Sun Wen lit a small handful of joss sticks, gently waved it twice to extinguish the flame, stepped forward and inserted it into the incense burner, looking curled up. The smoke rose and floated above the Buddha statue.

"Want to eat together?"

At this time, it was almost dusk, and the vegetarian dishes in the temple had been prepared, one porridge and one dish. The old monk had only made his own portion, and now he is about to divide half.

"Thank you."

Sun Wen did not refuse, and followed him to the backyard.

The dishes are Chinese cabbage, which the old monk grows himself on the hillside, and the porridge is millet porridge, bought under the hillside-or half-buy and half-free.

There are people in the nearby villages who believe in Buddhism, some do not believe, and some are dubious. Sometimes when they have to do something, they will always give some steamed buns or rice noodles when they encounter old monks. They ask: Master let the Buddha bless me to sell more money/let The Buddha blessed my child to get the first place in the exam. It was a thought.

There is not much porridge. It is even less if two people share a bowl. Sun Wen can even drink it clean in two mouthfuls, but he didn't do that. He took the cold steamed buns from the old monk, took a bite of the dish and the porridge with chopsticks, and chewed slowly. With.

When he was in Los Angeles, he and Xu Wei went to Datong Temple to eat vegetarian food, but the vegetarian food there was much better than here, the vegetarian chicken and duck, and the various dishes were not inferior to the hotel.

There is just no peace at this moment.

At sunset, two people were sitting on small wooden benches quietly eating dinner in the backyard of the ruined temple. The wind blew in from the door, bringing a hint of coolness to the summer evening.

Putting the last mouthful of porridge into his mouth, Sun Wen got up and went to the side to wash his bowl. He saw that there was not much water in the bucket, and he fetched two buckets of water from the well—now that the village has tap water, only here. There is still this old antique, and it is not easy to use, and occasionally there will be no water. At that time, you will need to go to a village far away to lift water and use a small wheelbarrow to push it back.

The outside world is changing with each passing day, but it hasn't affected the small temple in this remote ravine. Everything stayed decades ago, giving Sun Wen the unreality of returning to his childhood.

He likes this feeling.

"Is there really a fairy Buddha in this world?"

After that thank you, Sun Wen said the second sentence, breaking the tranquility of the ancient temple.

The old monk glanced at him, shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"Then you are here..." Sun Wen pursed his lips, wondering what word to use.

"I'm used to it." The old monk understood what he meant, patted his patched clothes, "Where else can I go?"

"..."

Sun Wen was speechless.

I thought he was a person who was practicing in seclusion, but he didn't expect to be just an old man who was unable to struggle in his life.

Habit is really a terrible thing. When you want it, you can't ask for it.

He also wants to get used to the current life, but he always thinks of the things left out.

"You can see that you are different from them."

The old monk took a tattered futon and put it to the door, sat down to enjoy the cool, and looked into the distance: "There are some things, maybe you can talk to me, anyway, I am about to get into the soil. I can't take anything with me. Can't stay." He glanced sideways at Sun Wen, "I haven't seen what the outside world looks like."

"Outside...there are all monsters outside."

Sun Wen smiled, twitching his face at the corner of his mouth, looking a little stiff.

He looked around, and pulled a futon, put it in front of the door and sat down, leaning back against the door frame, memories appeared in his expression.

Have betrayed a partner.

Destroyed the marriage of others.

Forsaken one's own dignity.

Make black with competitors.

There are two other children who cannot be recognized.

And a free and unrestrained woman.