When he heard what I said, Deng Wenliang looked very embarrassed. He apologetically whispered in my ear: "I'm sorry, I've been...too busy recently..."
I forced a smile. That smile was just a simple contraction of facial muscles. I'm afraid it was uglier than crying. I tried to relax my body and cooperate with his movements...
Twenty minutes later, he lay on top of me panting, and his weight made me breathless. I gently put my hand on his generous back and said to him with great effort: "Okay, let me
Take a rest for a while."
Hearing my feeble words, Deng Wenliang's eyes flashed with something strange, but soon he smiled, kissed me lightly on the face, and said softly: "Okay, good night."
I pulled the quilt and covered myself tightly. Deng Wenliang got up and got out of bed and went to the bathroom. After a while, he came back, lay down beside me tiredly, and turned on the light.
During this process, I had been sleeping lightly with my eyes closed, but I never actually entered the sleep state until he turned off the light, and I lay quietly for a while, then looked back at him.
A gentle snoring soon came from his side. Listening to this familiar snoring, I smiled helplessly. I must have been exhausted today, right? He was already busy with work, and he also had to deal with the outside world.
His little lover and I, the yellow-faced mother-in-law of the family, it’s really hard for him to think about how he can’t do anything at the same time!
That night, I fell into insomnia again. The power of the sleeping pill had long since overwhelmed my husband's sudden interest. I could only stare at the dark ceiling and think about my thoughts, accompanied by my husband's comfortable snoring.
I thought a lot that night, about the years we have gone through, and about my own growth process.
I grew up in an unhappy family. The cowardly part of my character comes from my father, because my father was a child who was abused by his stepmother and grew up. Where there is a stepmother, there is a stepfather. This is absolutely true.
Because my step-grandmother was not good to my father, my grandfather also showed little care for him. My father entered the society and joined the workforce when he was a teenager. His culture was accumulated bit by bit in the society after going to work. He is very diligent.
He is also very easy to learn and has certain literary talents.
However, after all, my father grew up in such a special family. After my father reached the age of marriage, no girl in our local family was willing to marry into such a family for fear of being angry with her mother-in-law. Later, after being introduced by others, I, who was born in the countryside,
My mother married my father, but their union was a tragedy.
How can I describe my mother's character? Looking back now, she is a bit neurotic. She will wake you up suddenly and loudly when you are sleeping, without caring about whether it scares you. I remember that when I was a child, there were many situations where she would wake you up.
It was normal one moment, but suddenly changed his face the next moment, yelling at us at the top of his lungs. My father, because of his cowardly character and the fact that he was poor when he married my mother, felt ashamed of my mother, so he did not dare to educate her.
What kind of objections do you have in this way? In such a growing environment, I have been a bit introverted and autistic since I was a child. When I grow up, I will inevitably have a bit of inferiority and cowardice.
I have a brother who is much older than me. In fact, my brother and I are both very talented. Our looks have always been praised by our neighbors, and our academic performance has been very good since we were young. However, because of the environment in which we grew up, we are both a bit introverted.