evening breeze gently shuttles through the city. It is like a wanderer, as if looking for a home; it is also like a peeper, exploring the secrets of the world.
The wind is everywhere, so it hides the most secrets of the world.
Azhen was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at the lights and dark pavilions that were quickly retreating outside the car window, recalling all her experiences in this city.
Youth slips away from your fingertips, slips between your hair, and crawls through your face.
Azhen couldn't help but feel sad.
She put down the car window, and the gentle breeze gently blew through her long hair like a waterfall, curling out a few strands of black hair that she had been hiding with all her thoughts. She felt the wind as if she heard their whispers.
They brushed past the face with a few more wrinkles, and past the fingers that were curled up and no longer white, as if they were sighing, as if they were sad, and as if they were mixed with a hint of anger.
"Time flows through you, but you don't show mercy."
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"Azhen, you want to come and see this place, but you can't remember it." Jiang Shuo, who was driving, looked at a beach outside the window and said.
"Well, remember, how could you forget it? Jiang Shuo, you were not what you are now at that time, of course I didn't know you would become like this, and I was no exception." A Zhen's tone was obviously filled with complaint and self-deprecating.
"Haha, who said no? At that time, I didn't expect that we would become like this in more than ten years. You and I still lost after all." Jiang Shuo's tone was filled with a hint of mockery.
"If time goes back and let's choose again, what would you choose?" Azhen asked.
"Maybe we will make the same choice. Our marriage or our respective marriages will come to this point." Jiang Shuo said seriously: "We will eventually get tired of each other, or the unknown person.
We went from being full of passion at the beginning to being tired later, until later, even if you and I were "candid" with each other."
Azhen understood the meaning of the words carefully and nodded, "You and I are not at ease. This may be the arrangement of fate."
A brief silence was in the car.
There is only the sound of the wind pouring into the car, and the sound of the lighter continuously pressing.
Jiang Shuo took the lead in breaking the silence, "So, we can take off our masks now, we can find the life we want, we are free."
Azhen nodded, turned her head and looked out the window, and the tears that were still blowing down from the breeze.
Gradually, she cried loudly.
Gradually, she curled up on the seat.
Jiang Shuo turned his head, blinked his eyes, yawned, covering up the tears he had fallen.
They didn't expect the marriage to end like this, and they didn't expect that all the falsehood they created would collapse instantly. He just wanted to simply come out and have a wind, but he didn't expect that the wind would blow away all the lies and disbelief.
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Love is created by the impulse of youth.
Marriage is the best choice for love.
It’s just that marriage is not maintained by impulse, nor is it just supported by responsibility.
Marriage needs to be managed, reconciled, concessions need to be made, and the courage to move forward without hesitation even though you know the result.
You know that the people around you will gradually grow old, their heads will be covered with black hair, their faces will be covered with wrinkles, and even become ugly, but marriage requires the courage to continue moving forward after knowing these results. ,
But many people will go on a fork in this road, looking at those young faces and those slender waists. Or when you look at that charming temperament and hear cheap promises you have heard but have not fulfilled, you will always make the most original choice.
Jiang Shuo made such choices countless times, and Azhen was not willing to fall behind.
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twelve years ago in late autumn, a group of young men and women who were ignorant of the sky and the earth were playing by the river. They rolled up their trousers and sighed in the cool shallows that they were so young.
Jiang Shuo and Azhen always collide from time to time.
The night party ended, Jiang Shuo confessed to Ah Zhen, but Ah Zhen did not even feel embarrassed or pretended to be reserved.
After two years of love, the two got married.
That night the red in the room reflected the two of them's cheeks like fire. They were a little shy, but extremely impulsive. Youth should be like this, tireless.
Two years later, the two of them had a child. At this time, the two had already passed that passionate period. They were just dealing with it and venting.
The child is growing up and the relationship between the two is gradually distant. Jiang Shuo looked at Ah Zhen's no longer graceful figure, and even felt a little disgusted and disgusted when he looked at Ah Zhen's stretch marks on his belly.
He cheated on him. Later, Azhen saw the chat record on Jiang Shuo's mobile phone, and she cried all day long that month.
She started losing weight, started exercising, started buying cosmetics, and began to try every means to eliminate stretch marks on her body.
is just all this change. It is no longer for this man who betrayed him. Azhen made the same choice. Since Jiang Shuo doesn't care about this family, why bother to maintain it?
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quarrel, dislike, depart, everything comes into being. This home is no longer warm, no longer like home.
The child doesn’t know what love is. He only thinks that fatherly love is a loud roar and scolding, and motherly love is a simple hug after venting impatiently.
The child's personality gradually became withdrawn and distorted. Later, he made a box and locked himself in, and he also learned to portray his parents in cartoons.
Neither of the two noticed the changes in the child, nor did he care. He seemed to be just a random object, his growth was free and barbaric.
The two's marriage is in the ninth year, and the children are also in elementary school. At this time, they do not need to pay attention to their children's growth. They are tacitly aware of each other and do their own miserable things.
They think that this may be the destination of their marriage, under the same roof, each looking for their own small homes.
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"I want you to marry me, I don't care about that much, I only need an identity, that kind of identity that lives under the light, I don't want to live in the darkness, when I'm with you, I feel like a mouse hiding in the sewer, waiting for the return of the male."
The girl roared, tearing Jiang Shuo's collar.
Jiang Shuo nodded and said, "Well, I understand, I'll go to divorce."
It's just that after returning home, Jiang Shuo didn't see Azhen's shadow.
He came downstairs and was about to drive out for a ride when he saw his wife slowly walking towards him. He felt that his wife seemed to be more beautiful than when she first got married.
Yes, for eight years, he has not looked at Azhen seriously. After his passion faded, he felt that everything was the same, and he would be condemned if he abandoned it.
"Azhen, let's go and take a walk when you get in the car."
Azhen knew that everything was over and that he should let that person fulfill his promise.
She got into the car and said, "I haven't been out for a long time. Let's go, you bridge, go where we started."
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Maybe each of us will be lost, but always remember where our home is. When you are about to step into the swamp, look back.
Look at those past, look at the future, think about the promises you have made, the poisonous oaths you have made, and the little life that comes to this world with unknowns and expectations.
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