Please cherish the people around you (super touching)

Please cherish the people around you (super touching)
Please cherish the people around you (super touching)

Please cherish the people around you (super touching) Source: Xiamen Holding Hands Author: Views: 48 Published: 2008-7-12 7:05:00 One ruthless misunderstanding has chaoticized the steps of happiness.When the dead of fate finally opened at a cost, it was too late.I took my mother-in-law to spend her old age, but it turned out to be contrary to our original intention.
Two years after getting married, my husband discussed with me to bring my mother-in-law from the countryside to spend her old age.My husband passed away when he was very young. He was his mother-in-law’s only sustenance. He raised him alone and helped him finish college.The four words "hard work" are definitely not an exaggeration to use when using mother-in-law!I agreed repeatedly and immediately packed a room with a balcony for my mother-in-law to bask in the sun, raise flowers and plants.The husband stood in a sunny room, without saying a word, but suddenly raised me and circled around the room. When I begged for mercy with my teeth and claws, the husband said, "Check our mother."
Mr. I am tall and I like to stick to his chest. I feel that his petite body can be grabbed by him at any time and stuffed into his pocket.When my husband and I had an argument and refused to surrender, the husband lifted me up and swayed above my head until I was so scared that I begged for mercy.This kind of terrifying joy made me fascinated.
My mother-in-law’s habit in the countryside cannot be changed for the time being.I was used to buying a bouquet of flowers and putting it in the living room. My mother-in-law couldn’t help it later: "Don’t you babies know how to save money?" I smiled and said, "Mom, if flowers bloom at home, people will be in a good mood." My mother-in-law lowered her head and muttered, and the gentleman smiled: "Mom, this is the habit of people in the city. Gradually, you will get used to it.
My mother-in-law didn’t say anything anymore, but every time she saw me buy flowers, she still couldn’t help asking how much it cost. When I said that, he smacked his lips.Sometimes, when she saw me buying big and small bags of things and going home, she would ask how much this cost and that. I answered truthfully and her mouth would smack even louder.The gentleman twisted my nose and said, "Little fool, don’t just tell her the real price, right?"
A happy life gradually becomes dissonant.My mother-in-law doesn’t like my husband getting up and making breakfast.In her opinion, how can this be justified for a big man to cook for his wife?On the breakfast table, my mother-in-law’s face was often covered in vagina and I pretended to be invisible.The mother-in-law made the chopsticks ring, and this was her silent protest.
I was a dance teacher in the Children’s Palace. I was tired enough to jump around. The warm bed in the morning was so warm that I didn’t want to throw away this only enjoyment, so I pretended to be deaf and dumb to my mother-in-law’s protest.My mother-in-law occasionally helps me with some housework, and I get even busier as soon as she does it.For example, she collected all the garbage bags and said that she would save enough to sell waste plastic, which made the house full of waste plastic bags; she was reluctant to use dishwashing liquid, so in order not to hurt her self-esteem, I had to wash it secretly again.
Once, when I was secretly washing dishes at night, my mother-in-law saw me. She slammed the door with a "slap" and lay in her room and cried loudly.The husband was in a dilemma. Afterwards, the husband didn’t talk to me all night. I acted like a spoiled person and cheated on me, but he ignored me.I became angry and asked him, "What did I do wrong?" The gentleman glared at me and said, "You can’t accommodate it. No matter how clean the bowl is, it won’t kill anyone, right?"
Later, for a long time, my mother-in-law stopped talking to me, and the atmosphere at home began to gradually become awkward.During those days, I was very tired first, and I don’t know who to be happy first.
In order not to let her son make breakfast, the mother-in-law took on the "heavy task" of cooking breakfast without hesitation.My mother-in-law looked at the husband eating happily, looked at me again, and condemned me with her eyes for not fulfilling my responsibility as a wife.In order to escape the embarrassment, I had to buy a pack of milk to give myself away on the way to work.When I was sleeping, the gentleman asked me a little angrily: "Lu Di, do you dislike my mother for not cooking cleanly and not eating at home?" He turned over and threw it to my cold back and let me cry with grievance.Finally, the gentleman sighed, "Lu Di, just think it’s for me, can you eat breakfast at home?" I had to go back to the awkward breakfast.
That morning, I drank the porridge cooked by my mother-in-law and suddenly felt nauseous. Everything in my stomach rushed out. I tried my best to suppress them from rushing upwards, but I still couldn’t hold it down. I threw down the bowl and rushed into the bathroom, spitting it out.When I calmed down with breathing, I saw my mother-in-law complaining and crying mixed with hometown dialect. The husband stood at the bathroom door and looked at me angrily. I opened my mouth and couldn’t speak. I really didn’t mean it.My husband and I started our first fierce quarrel. My mother-in-law first stared at us, then got up, and staggered out.The gentleman glanced at me hatefully and went downstairs to chase my mother-in-law.
A new life unexpectedly came, but suddenly ruined my mother-in-law’s life!
For three days, the gentleman did not go home or even had a phone call.I was so angry that I thought about it that since my mother-in-law came, I felt wronged myself. What else do I want to do?It’s inexplicable that I always want to vomit, I have no appetite for anything I eat, and the messy family affairs are so bad that I feel.Later, my colleague said, "Lu Di, you have a bad face, so you should go to the hospital for a look."
The result of the hospital check-up was that I was pregnant.I understood why I suddenly vomited that morning, with a hint of resentment in my happiness: Why did the gentleman and my mother-in-law, who had experienced it, not expect this at all?
At the entrance of the hospital, I saw the gentleman.He hasn’t seen him for only three days, and he has become much haggard.I wanted to turn around and leave, but his appearance made me feel distressed. I couldn’t help it and I called him.The gentleman saw me in the voice, but seemed to not recognize me. There was a trace of disgust in his eyes that he could not hide his hospitalization. They stabbed me coldly.I told myself not to look at him

, and I reached out to stop a taxi.At that time, I wanted to shout to my husband, "Dear, I’m going to give birth to you!" Then he lifted it up and spinned happily.What I hoped didn’t happen.My tears fell slowly in the taxi.Why does a quarrel make love so bad?After I got home, I lay on the bed and missed my husband, and I was full of disgust.I cried while holding a corner of the quilt.
At night, there was a sound of rummaging through drawers at home.Turning on the light, I saw the husband’s face full of tears.He is getting the money.I looked at him coldly without a sound.He turned a blind eye to me and hurriedly left with his passbook and money.Maybe the sir is planning to leave me completely.What a rational man, love and money are so clearly divided.I sneered a few times, and tears flowed down my face.
The next day, I didn’t go to work.I wanted to completely clean up my thoughts, and talk to Mr. I and found Mr.’s company. The secretary looked at me with a little strange and said, “Mr. Chen’s mother was in a car accident and was in the hospital.”
I was dumbfounded.
When I ran to the hospital and found my husband, my mother-in-law had already gone.The gentleman kept not looking at me and looked stiff.I looked at my mother-in-law’s thin and pale face and couldn’t stop crying: Oh my God!How could this be the case?Until my mother-in-law was buried, my husband didn’t say a word to me, and even looked at me with deep disgust.
Regarding the car accident, I still learned from others that my mother-in-law was walking towards the station in a daze after leaving the house. She wanted to go back to her hometown. The more her husband chased her, the faster she walked. When she crossed the road, a bus hit her head in front…
I finally understood Mr.’s disgust, if I hadn’t vomited that morning, if we hadn’t quarrel, if… in his heart, I was the sinner who indirectly killed his mother.
The gentleman moved into his mother-in-law’s room silently, and he was drunk every night when he came back.And I was always overwhelmed by guilt and pitiful self-esteem. I wanted to explain to him and tell him that we were about to have a child, but when I looked at his cold eyes, I swallowed all the words back.I would rather my husband beat me or scold me, although all these accidents were not my intention.
The days were suffocating and repeated day by day, and the husband returned home late and late.We were in a stalemate, even more awkward than strangers.I am the dead knot tied to his heart.
Once, I passed by a Western restaurant and walked through the transparent floor-to-ceiling window. I saw my husband sitting face to face with a young girl. He gently tied his hair for the girl, and I understood everything.I was stunned at first, and then I entered the Western Restaurant, stood in front of the gentleman, staring at him, without a single tear in my eyes.I don’t want to say anything, and I have nothing to say.The girl looked at me, looked at my husband, stood up and wanted to leave, my husband reached out to hold her, and then looked at me tightly, never showing weakness.All I could hear was my slow heartbeat, beating one after another on the verge of death.
The one who lost is me. If I stand still, I will fall down with the child in my belly.
That night, the husband did not go home. He used this method to make me understand: with the death of my mother-in-law, our love also died.The gentleman never came back.Sometimes, when I come back from get off work, I see the closet passively – the gentleman comes back to get some of his own things.I didn’t want to call him, and I had the idea of ??trying to explain it to him, and everything was completely lost.
I live alone, go to the hospital for a physical examination alone, and whenever I see a man carefully supporting his wife for a physical examination, my heart is so broken that I can’t lift it up.My colleague vaguely advised me to abort it, but I firmly said no. I would give birth to this child when I was crazy, which would be considered as compensation for my mother-in-law’s death. When I came back from get off work, my husband sat in the living room. His husband looked at me with complicated eyes, just like me.
While unbuttoning my coat, I said to myself in my heart: "Don’t cry, don’t cry…" My eyes hurt, but I don’t let them shed tears.Hanging the coat, the gentleman’s eyes were fixed on my bulging belly.I smiled, walked over, dragged the paper, and didn’t even look at it, signed my name and pushed it to him."Lu Di, are you pregnant?" This is the first time my husband has talked to me since my mother-in-law’s accident.I could no longer control my eyes, and tears flowed down. I said, "Yes, but it’s okay, you can leave."”
The gentleman didn’t leave, and we looked at each other in the darkness.The gentleman slowly lay on me, tears seeping through the quilt.And in my heart, many things are already far away, so far that I can’t get them even if I run.I don’t remember how many times my husband said to me, “I’m sorry”. I once thought I would forgive me, but I couldn’t. In the Western Restaurant, the cold look he looked at me in front of the girl. I can’t forget it in this life.We have cut deep scars on each other’s hearts.Mine is unintentional; his is deliberate.
I look forward to resolving my past grudges, but the past cannot be repeated!
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In addition to my heart is warm when I think of the child in my belly, my heart is cold to my sir. I don’t eat anything he bought, don’t want any gifts from him, and don’t talk to him.From signing on that piece of paper, marriage and love all died in my heart.Sometimes when my husband tries to go back to the bedroom, and when he comes, I go to the living room, and my husband has to sleep back to my mother-in-law’s room.At night, a slight moan would sometimes come from my husband’s room, and I didn’t sound a word.This is a trick he used to playing. In the past, as long as I ignored him, he would pretend to be sick, and I would surrender obediently. He would care about him and he would grab me and laugh.He forgot that at that time, I felt sorry for it because there was love. Now, what else do we have

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The gentleman moaned intermittently until the child was born.He bought things for his children almost every day, including baby supplies, children’s supplies, and books his children liked, and packed his room almost filled with bags.
I knew he moved me in this way, and I was no longer moved.He had to lock himself in the room and type with his computer "cracking" and maybe he was in an online relationship, but it didn’t matter to me anymore.
One late night in the late spring of the next year, I shouted with severe abdominal pain, and my husband rushed in with a quick glance, as if he hadn’t taken off his clothes and went to bed, just to wait for this moment to come.The gentleman carried me on his back and ran downstairs, stopped the car, holding my hand tightly along the way, constantly wiping away the sweat from my forehead.When I arrived at the hospital, I carried me to the obstetrics department.Lying on his thin and warm back, a thought suddenly broke into his heart: Who would love me like him in this life?The husband held the door of the delivery room and watched me enter. His eyes were warm and I endured the pain and smiled at him.After coming out of the delivery room, the gentleman looked at me and my son, with his eyes soaking and smiling.I touched his hand.The gentleman looked at me, smiled, and then slowly and tiredly fell down.
I called his name…
The gentleman smiled, not opening his tired eyes…
I thought I would never shed a tear for my husband again, but the fact is that there had never been such a severe pain torn my body.The doctor said that my husband’s liver cancer was already in the late stage when he was discovered, and it was an absolute miracle that he could persist for so long.I asked the doctor when it discovered it?The doctor said five months ago and comforted me: "Prepare for funeral."
I went home despite the nurse’s obstruction and rushed into my husband’s room to turn on the computer. My heart was suffocated by pain.
Mr. Liver cancer was discovered five months ago. His moan was real. I thought…
The 200,000 words on the computer are the message written by the teacher to his son: Child, for you, I have been persevering. Waiting to look at you and then fall down is my biggest wish now… I know that you will have a lot of happiness or setbacks in your life. If I can accompany you through this growth process, how happy it would be, but my father doesn’t have this opportunity.Dad writes down the problems you may encounter in your life on the computer one by one. When you encounter these problems, you can refer to Dad’s opinions… ?
My dearest child, after writing these more than 200,000 words, I feel like I have accompanied you through the entire growth process.Really, dad is very happy.I love your mother very hard, she is the one who loves you the most, and I love the most… I have written everything from my son going to kindergarten to elementary school, middle school, college, to work and love.
The gentleman also wrote me a letter: Dear, marrying you is the greatest happiness in my life. Forgive me for hurting you, forgive me for hiding my illness, because I want you to have a good mood to wait for the birth of your child… Dear, if you cry, it means you have forgiven me, and I will laugh, thank you for always loving me… I am worried that I will not have the chance to give these gifts to my child in person. Please give him a few gifts every year, and the packaging box contains the date of the gift…
Back at the hospital, the husband was still in a coma.I carried my son over and put it next to him. I said, "You open your eyes and smile, I want my son to remember the warmth he is in your arms…"
The gentleman opened his eyes with difficulty and smiled slightly.The son snuggled in his arms, dancing his pink hands.
I pressed the shutter "click", and tears flowed freely on my face…