The Car Comes To The Red High Heels And It'S Not Broken.

Zheng Wan wears a sportswear sold in the shop where she works, and she has a small bun, fresh and clean.

Like a little girl, her face is pure and unseen.

Throughout the conversation, she was in a state of excitement. Although she had been standing in her shop for a whole day, she got off the class and took the bus for more than an hour to get to our appointed place.

She came in all directions and left again.

I can feel the energy in her petite body. She is a post-80s woman who is passionate about life.

Red heels

I stayed home from my mother for half a month, and I went home very tired. I hurried into the door to change my shoes, and I saw a pair of women's high-heeled shoes standing quietly on the shoe rack.

Scarlet, enchanting as if to fire; the slightly upturned toe, provocative and witty; the perfect radiance is permeate with the smell of youth; high and small, with a little bit crushed my heart.

In the darkened night, she lit a cigarette, and the smoke was rising with her sadness, and she did not know where to go.

She said that she had been smoking since then.

She knew that she could not do this, she would hurt herself, but sometimes she could not get her way.

I didn't go to work that day, I sat on the sofa waiting for Xinyu to go home.

I have been staring at those shoes, imagining the appearance of the owners of this pair of shoes. It should be a young woman. How do they know each other? Is it not that I have done a bad job, am I too fond of playing?

Well, I don't want to make myself like a sad little woman. Love is free. He has the right to choose whom he wants to be with.

So I decided to give him the initiative.

Our relationship has been very good. At the beginning, we had some ups and downs. We all cherish it.

After eight years of marriage, the children are seven years old. I never thought we would have such a thing.

Xinyu is a bus driver who usually has little entertainment. There are few opportunities to know women. Although I sell at counters, friends circles are always classmates, singing and chatting. Our lives are simple.

I can never understand those entangled people and entangled stories written in newspapers.

Speaking, she took out the edition of our newspaper from the bag, and commented on the hero in the below.

She said it was because he was two years younger than he was, but she couldn't see it. So she decided to come to me and say something about her. I hope everyone will not be too entangled.

"A little more open-minded, why do we get so entangled? We can love together and leave without love."

Later, when he came back, he could see that he was also very miserable. I didn't want to force him, but in my heart, I especially hoped that he would still love me and love this family.

At last, I broke the dead silence. "If you really like her, you can go with her. I can divorce you, and I won't embarrass you."

Under the calm surface is the surging current, and I have a palpitation.

Without words, I could see from his painful expression that he loved me, and he didn't ask for a divorce.

I naturally thought he would make a difference.

Since then, I have never seen anything happen.

Although we did not have a deep discussion on this issue, I knew he would turn back.

In my sense, he should have broken up with the girl. I have always believed in my intuition. Until the scene of the bus stop appeared, I realized that my intuition was not so bright.

Bus stop

He did not come back for a while and said he was busy.

I dragged my tired body back to our home every day, but I don't think he expected me to live alone.

In the past, as long as he didn't go home, I would go back to my mother.

On that very ordinary day, I came home from work as usual.

As soon as I got to the station, I stood in the parking area watching the door, ready to rush off and leave the muddy bus compartment and go home to take a bath and sleep.

But how did that figure become so familiar? I saw him through the glass, and a young girl next to him was holding his hand.

Is that her? The owner of those high-heeled shoes.

The door opened quickly and quickly closed, and I forgot to get out of it.

The car went on a journey for a while, and I recovered my mood a little. When I got out of the car, I walked back, silently praying that they had left.

Ridiculous? I feel embarrassed, for fear they will see me, I am too embarrassed, and I do not know how to face them.

But far away, I still saw them still there.

The weak body nestled against him. They laughed and stung my eyes.

I tried to bypass them so that they would not find me.

However, despite the low head, I still felt that two pairs of eyes were shooting in the same direction. I instinctively looked at them, so that a few of us stood like wood in the same way as electric shock.

Only then did I see clearly that the woman had a charming face, mainly young, too young indeed.

At this moment, the world is very quiet, and I quietly saw her on an urgent bus.

She finally freed himself, and he came home with me consciously. We didn't say a word or make any noise. It's too disgraceful to quarrel in the street.

I naturally separated from him and moved back to my mother.

Later, we divorced.

It's just that we have children.

The child has been brought by Xinyu's parents. I go to his house every week to see my son. He takes the initiative to avoid it every time.

His parents are also kindhearted and reasonable elders. I respect them very much.

From their mouths, I know everything about Xinyu to save this family. He committed suicide for me. You can't imagine that he used to be an extremely male chauvinist.

Once I saw his diary on the table of his son's room and spread it out. I knew he had deliberately let me see it.

Looking down words and words, I don't feel a lot of tears.

"Today is really very bad mood, maybe because of the reason that two days have not slept in the heart, I always feel very irritable.

Now I think I feel very strange. How can I do such a thing? My wife, I'm sorry... "

"I can have nothing, but I really can't live without you, wife.

If you say something that makes people laugh, I can't tell you how much longer I can hold on without you. I have no motivation for everything without you. I've had many sleepless nights, and I feel that this night will be dark forever, and there will be no more days. "

"I really hurt my wife this time, maybe she will not forgive me anymore, so I sent myself to hell! I sent myself to the abyss!"

I don't know whether I want to go with him, but I find that I still love him, because my heart is as painful as a little awl stab.

When she said this paragraph, there was not much sadness in her eyes.

She loves him, I'm sure, but there seems to be something missing.

When it comes to the experience of getting acquainted with Wen Yuan, Zheng Wan's face slid through a faint smile of happiness.

It suddenly dawned on me that the story that really prompted her to spit up has just begun, although she has always called Wen Yuan as a classmate.

Good gathering and good dispersing

On my birthday that day, my junior high school classmate called a group of people to celebrate, I know, I do not know, only for a lively.

I know they are unhappy for me, want to make me happy, and try to introduce me to them, but I go back to Xinyu step by step.

They see in their eyes, anxious in their hearts.

And on that night, I just wanted to sing in a loud way, and there was nothing to shout.

Later, when I was drunk, I woke up on the sofa of my friend's home, and in the room of the sofa, the door was uncovered, the lights were light, and the door was pushed into the house. The smoke filled the house, and a crowd of men looked gloomy. I was in a trance to hear their conversation.

"What do you think of women now? They want houses, cars, tickets, so many rich people want to marry them. I don't have an object now."

This is a young man of older age.

"It's not a good thing to find an object. My wife, if I even play cards, should be in charge of me. I hate to put my eyes on me."

They sighed as they spoke, but I really couldn't see it. "Look at these big guys. You've got a very old age. It's boring."

After that, I discovered that I was the only woman in the room.

"It's your birthday today, isn't it?" Wen Yuan asked me. I later learned his name. He was my classmate's classmate.

"Yes, what is it?" I returned to him without a word of weakness.

Later, I could not remember clearly. I guess I was talking nonsense to them.

Just a dialogue, I have no impression on Wen Yuan, but a traveller on the table.

I didn't expect to receive his phone call in a few days. His birthday was three days later than mine. He invited me to celebrate his birthday with him.

I prepared a small gift and arrived at his house at the appointed time.

I thought the house was full of noise, and pushed the door open. The house was cold and clear, except for the two of us.

I asked him what was wrong with his eyes in a hurry, and he said, "just the two of us."

I have to admit that the day was a bit awkward, but I was really moved by his generosity and sincerity.

He took me to dinner and sent me home without any uncomfortable feeling.

He didn't say anything like me, but I can feel his love for me deeply.

I think I should like him too.

In a short month, we have a very deep feeling, and our character is compatible.

"Yes, he drives a taxi."

She smiled and said, "I've had a lot of luck with driving this whole life."

But I don't want to hurt anyone. I can't imagine my ex husband without me. Children are innocent, and I don't want to leave them.

But my friends would never understand that they still tried to create opportunities for me and Wen Yuan.

I can't tell them now that I'm finally going to stay with Xinyu.

(oral record, character in alias).