She laughed and held his hand: "Mr. Wang, let me show you something."
Graduation certificates, degree certificates, and a large stack of graduation photos... She was very happy: "I didn't even expect that I passed CET-8 in English... Haha, in the past few years, I thought I had forgotten everything. You see
…”
"Mr. Wang, look, this is a group photo of the whole class... Hehe, I don't know the names of most of these classmates... This is awkward. When we meet in the future, no one knows each other, but we are still classmates..."
He listened to her chattering with a smile. She had not been so happy in a long time.
"Look, doesn't this photo look pretty?"
"And this one, I like this one the best. Look...haha, aren't these pictures particularly ugly? They look so pretentious..."
Wang Donglin looked at everything very carefully, smiling and full of interest: "It's so beautiful. Look carefully, no matter how you take the photo, it looks great."
"These pictures are ugly..."
"Not ugly, not ugly at all..."
"Ah, I finally graduated from college, haha, I'm so happy."
He put down his diploma and stared at the young and beautiful face - because of this smile, it bloomed like a spring flower, and the witheredness and haggardness when he was discharged from the hospital disappeared at all.
She grabbed his hand and said sincerely, "Mr. Wang, thank you very much. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have dared to imagine that I would be here today."
He slowly said: "Xixi, I contacted a university in Paris for you. Do you want to go and stay for a while?"
Go to Paris! There are countless fashions, beautiful houses, unlimited credit cards... Once you get used to it, your life will pass comfortably.
However, she thought about it seriously and shook her head: "No, I have already found a house and contacted a job. Mr. Wang, I can't trouble you anymore."
This night is meant to be a good time to get together and have fun together.
She didn't want to wait for him to start driving him away, and she didn't want to go to Paris to become a veritable "outroom" - after all, she was getting married, and if she stayed there, she would become a real mistress - and she had always treated mistresses
no love.
He hugged her from behind, breathing very quickly.
A breakup is better than a wedding, not to mention that since her pregnancy and miscarriage, the two have not been together for three or four months.
His breath blew on her neck and ears, and his voice was surprisingly gentle: "Take care..."
She immediately recognized the familiar body language, and suddenly remembered the pain of the cold instruments crushing her body when she was lying on the operating table... There was a shadow in her heart, and she was actually afraid, and she couldn't help but push him away.
He clearly felt the resistance, but his big hands still held him tightly, and his voice was rustling: "Take care..."
The hot air blew in her ears, and she was even more frightened. No, absolutely not, she would never endure the pain again. She vaguely remembered a piece of news she had seen not long ago, about a 16-year-old high school girl.
She had five abortions a year. When the doctor asked her, the girl plausibly said: Painless abortion didn't hurt at all. She used abortion as a method of contraception.
It’s understandable to be so stupid at 16 years old, but it’s hard to understand someone who is so stupid at 26 years old.
The psychological shadow hadn't passed yet, and the pain was especially in front of her. She was so scared that she pushed him instinctively. She didn't know where she got the strength to push him violently, and he staggered. She took the opportunity to retreat and kept three or four meters away from him.
