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married two years later, President to discuss with me to pick her mother from the countryside to spend their remaining years. Mr. father died very young, he is the only sustenance her mother, her mother raise him grow up a man, for he finished college. \I said yes again and again, immediately to her mother to pack out a room with a balcony to the south, to the sun, the raising of flowers or something. Mr. sunny room stood, did not say a word, but held up in my room, turning in circles, when I begged a threatening manner, said: \br> Mr. tall, I like close to his chest, feeling the body petite arrested at any time can be stuffed into his pocket. When my husband and I had a dispute but refused to yield, the President took me up and staggered over his head, until I was scared for mercy. This happiness makes me obsessed with horror.
mother temporarily get rid of the habit in the country. I used to buy a bouquet of flowers placed in the living room, her mother could not bear it later: \his head and muttered, sir, to laugh: \buy flowers back, still can not help but ask how much money, I said, he \answered truthfully, her mouth to suck more rings. Mr. twisted my nose, said: \\? breakfast table, my mother's face, often overcast, I do not see installed. mother put chopsticks confused jingling chaos ring,
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I am the Children's Palace do dance teacher, has been tired, jumping around, the morning warm blanket, and I do not want to throw away the enjoyment of this unique, so dumb I am my mother's protests. mother even music to help me do some household chores, She made me even more busy. For example, she collected all the garbage bags that had enough to sell waste plastics, etc., and made of waste plastic bags at home everywhere; she was not willing to use dishwashing detergent, in order not to hurt her self-esteem, I had to secretly wash it again.
time, I was washing dishes at night secretly saw her mother, her \in burst into tears. Mr. dilemma, and afterwards, sir talk to me one night did not, I like a baby, shamelessly, he does not for me. I fire, and asked him: \\\good.
mother to prevent his son for breakfast, breakfast burn hesitate to take the \not fulfilled the responsibility of a wife. In order to avoid embarrassment, the way to work I had to buy a packet of milk kill themselves. sleep, sir, a little angrily asked me: \eat? \\let them desperately pressed forward up the Bay, but still did not hold him down, I dropped the bowl and rushed into the bathroom,
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accidents ushered in new life, suddenly losing their mother's life!
three days, sir, did not return home, and even phone calls. I was upright, since the mother to think about, I have wronged myself enough, but also how do I like? Momin its wonderful, I always want to vomit, no appetite to eat anything, plus a mess of family, and I feel bad to the extreme. Later, or colleague said: \\did not think that it?
at the hospital door, I saw the President. just three days seen, he was haggard and a lot. I wanted to turn away, but he looks like me distressed, did not hold back, I called him. President followed the voice to see me, but do not seem to know, eyes can not hide a hint of disgust hospital, they are cold to hurt me. I told myself to see him say no Do not look at him, hand stopped a taxi. when I think about Mr. Xiang shouted: \\lying in bed like, would like his eyes full of disgust. I hold the quilt in the corner crying.
night, the family has turned the voice of the drawer. turn on the light, I saw tears, Mr. sounded in the face. He is money. I looked at him coldly, quietly. He felt invisible to me, holding a passbook and money left in a hurry. Mr. Maybe going to leave me completely. really sensible man, Love and money, so clearly share. I sneer a few tears, \, looking for a good talk about a Mr., Mr. find the company, the secretary looked at me strange, said: \\stiffness. I looked at her mother skinny pale face, and tears could not stop: My goodness! how could this be? until the burial of the mother, sir, did not say a word to me, and even look at me with a deep aversion to both.
about the accident, I learned from others around the mouth, stumbled after her mother went out to go to the station, she wanted to go home, sir, the faster it goes the more after her, wearing cross the road, a bus head-on collision over the ... ...
I finally understand the dislike of Mr., that morning if I did not vomit, if we do not quarrel, if he ... ... heart, I was indirectly killed his mother, sinner.?
moved in silence, Mr my mother's room, every night came home covered with the alcohol. and I have always been guilt and poor self-esteem overwhelmed, just want him to explain, he said that we wanted to have children soon, but looking at his cold eyes and took all the words are swallowed back. I'd rather hit me, Mr. Cotton or curse me out, although all accidents are not my intent.
choking the life one day at a repetition down, sir, more and more time to go home late. We are deadlocked with, even embarrassed than strangers. I tied the knot of his heart.
time I pass by a restaurant, through the transparent windows, I saw a Mr. young girls sat face to face, he gently Longle Long hair for girls, I understood everything. first stay, and then I entered the restaurant, standing in front of Mr, and gazed at him, eyes do not tear . I do not want to say, have nothing to say. girl Look at me, look at my husband, to stand up wants to go, my husband hold her hand, and then doing the same, never show weakness at me. I Listening to my own heart beat slow, what about the near death beating like a pale edge.
that I lost, if we stand down, I will, and stomach with their children fall.
that night, sir, did not come home, he lets me know this way: With my mother's death, our love is dead. President did not come back . Sometimes, I returned and saw the wardrobe, the President had come to take a passive some of my things. I do not want to call him, still trying to explain to him the original idea of something, everything is completely lost.
me a life, a person to the hospital for physical examination, often saw a man leaning on his wife to do careful physical examination, my heart will be broken very tired look. colleagues advised me to play vaguely out Well, I firmly say no, me crazy to give birth to the child, can be considered compensation for the death of her mother, and I came home from work, sitting in the living room, Mr., sir, look at me,
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my coat buttons while in the solution side of said to myself: \Death STARE eyes bulge in my stomach already. I smiled, walked over and dragged over the paper, without even looking, sign their names onto him. \\I said: \Slowly, Mr. lying to me, tears penetrate the quilt. In my mind, a lot of things have been for a long time, much to run even if I fail to get out. Do not remember how many times told me Mr. \. We draw the heart in each other deep scars. My, is unintentional; him, is deliberate.
look forward to bury the hatchet, but the past has not again!
addition to stomach when a child think is the warm heart, while the President, my heart cold frost, do not eat anything he bought, not any of his gift, not with him. Starting from the signature piece of paper, marriage and love in my heart all die. Mr. tried to return to the bedroom sometimes, he came to, I went to the living room, sir, back to her mother's room had to sleep. Night, sometimes from a room of Mr slight moan coming from, I said nothing. It was his habit of playing tricks, as long as I ignore him before, he would pretend to be sick, I would obediently surrender his concern for how, and he grabbed me laugh. He forgot, then I would feel bad because there is love, now what have we? Mr.
off by moaning adjourned to the child was born. His children almost every day to buy things, baby supplies, children's products, and a favorite book, a bag, reach his room filled.
I know he is such a way that touched me, and I have been impressed. He had to shut in a room with a computer \
turn late one night in late spring, severe abdominal pain so I shouted, sir, a stride rushed, as if he did not even undress to sleep, as is waiting for this moment come. I ran downstairs on her own, Mr., hailed all the way tight grip with my hand, kept giving me wipe the sweat from forehead. To the hospital, obstetrics I go running on her own. Lying on the back of his skinny and warm, a thought suddenly entered the mind: the students, who will love me like him? President escorted the delivery room door, looked at me in his eyes, I endured the pains of nice and warm to him smiled. Out from the delivery room, sir, and son looked at me, eyes wet smile smile ah ah's. I touched his hand. President looked at me, smiled, and then, slow and tired down to limp.
pain I call out his name ... ...?
President laughed, did not open my tired eyes ...
I thought would never shed a tear for the President, the fact is, there has never been so intense pain tore my body. The doctor said, my husband's liver cancer is discovered late,
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liver cancer five months ago had found that his moaning is true, I actually thought ... ...
20 million words on the computer, is the son of Mr. message addressed to: children To you, I'm holding on, waiting to look at you again next fall
is my biggest wish ... ... I know that your life will be a lot of fun or frustration, and if I can
with you through this growth process, which is how happy, but my father do not have this chance. Dad on the computer, you may encounter problems in life to
write down, and so when you encounter these problems, you can refer to my father's advice ... ...?
My dearest child, wrote this more than 20 million words, I feel like to accompany you through the whole process of growth. Really, my father very happy.
to love your mother, she was very hard, is the person who loves you, and also my favorite people ... ... from the son to the kindergarten to primary school,
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University, to work and other aspects of love, share all wrote about. Mr.
I wrote a letter: My dear, you are married to the greatest happiness of my life, forgive me hurt you, forgive me for hiding illness
, because I want Do you have a good feeling to wait for the child's birth ... ... Honey, if you cry, that you have to forgive me, I
laugh, thank you love me ... ... these gifts, I am worried no chance to give their children, would you send him every year for me several gifts
, packaging gifts are written on the box the date ... ...
back to the hospital, sir, is still in a coma. I hold my son back, on his side, I said: \Mr.
struggling to open his eyes, smiled slightly. Son nestling in his arms, dancing with their little pink hands.
I \love to pay it!
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