At three o'clock in the morning, I was tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep.
Since I couldn't sleep anyway, I simply got up and turned on a dim bedside lamp, put on my clothes and got out of bed, and slowly walked to the window.
A drizzle was falling outside the window. The late autumn rain was particularly chilly, piercing the heart and spleen.
The dim halo of street lights drifted into my field of vision through the heavy rain and fog, making me feel as if time and space were intertwined. Time seemed to have returned to the same miserable cold rainy night a year ago...
A year ago, my exact identity was a resentful woman.
At that time, I was enduring the indifference and alienation of my husband, who had been sharing the same bed with me for thirteen years. I was filled with sorrow but could do nothing...
My name is Su Man, I am 35 years old, and I work in accounting. My husband’s name is Deng Wenliang, who is the CEO of an emerging technology company. We are university alumni, and he is one year ahead of me.
After meeting me by chance on campus, he began to pursue me fiercely. At that time, I was ignorant and extremely innocent, but he was so sunny, handsome and full of vitality. I was immediately impressed by him and agreed.
Be his girlfriend.
Like many campus couples, we had a youthful and innocent romantic time. We studied together, went to fetch meals together, and walked together on the university campus. The beautiful campus left traces of our youth everywhere.
At the same time, like many conservative people born in the 1970s, we did not go too far during college. Being conservative, I always adhered to my bottom line and did not let him take over my body until that summer vacation...
At that time, I had graduated and was waiting for a job assignment, and he had already started working. Our relationship was already very stable. At his repeated request, I followed him back to his hometown to meet his parents that summer.
Deng Wenliang grew up in an intellectual family with favorable conditions. His parents were very knowledgeable and sensible. The two old men also had a very good impression of me. In short, the time spent at his home was very pleasant.
Until that afternoon...
That day, his parents were not at home, and there were only two of us at home. They lived in a small courtyard with a quiet environment. In order to cool down, we stayed in the secluded west wing of his house, and he lay half-lying on the bed behind me.
On the iron bed, I listened to music and casually flipped through a book; I sat in front of the window, quietly reading a collection of Xi Murong's poems:
All endings have been written and all tears have begun
But suddenly I forgot how it started in that ancient summer that never comes back
No matter how much I pursue you, you are just like a cloud shadow passing by, and your smiling face is extremely light.
Qunlan, who gradually disappeared after sunset, opened the yellowed title page
Fate has bound it extremely poorly. I read it over and over again with tears in my eyes, but I had to admit it.
Youth is a hasty book
I believe that no young girl would not like Xi Murong's poems, and when I was in my prime at that time, every time I read these beautiful poems, I was deeply touched in my heart.
But at that time, he called me softly from behind me: "Xiaoman, what are you looking at?"
I replied softly and casually: "I am reading Xi Murong's poems..."
He mumbled and stood up, and said softly to me: "Come here and stay with me..."
I turned around and glanced at him, ignored him, and continued reading my poem.
But he put down the book in his hand, sat up straight, stretched out his arm and pulled me over. I had no choice but to sit next to him with the book of Xi Murong's poems that I couldn't put down.