The sound of high-heeled shoes colliding with the ground gradually faded away, the rag and glass were squeezed and creaked, and the entanglement of dye and brushes was sparsely whispered. In the triplex villa in Guiyuan District of Star City, three different women were doing their own things.
Things happened. Ten minutes later, the strong woman who was a scholar and doctor slowly opened the door and disappeared amidst the sound of ruts; and the traditional woman who was a housewife also started cleaning for the day; the young man full of artistic flair.
The wife sketches the morning and dusk of the Star City outside the window on the canvas.
Three different married women, three completely different stories, overlap to form a charming mandala. Asking what suspicion is in the world will only breed evil thoughts. Never guess too much about other people's thoughts, because of this
People often have no good results, especially for their spouse. We should focus more on ourselves. If we can't even do this, it would be very sad.
"I love the ground beneath his feet, the air above his head, everything he touches, every word he speaks. I love all his expressions, every movement, and his whole being, everything about him.
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The strong woman is a country girl from a small town in the north of the Principality of Moronir. After a long and arduous journey of proving herself, she finally became a scholar-doctor at the age of forty. Her naturally strong character made her successful in marriage.
She occupies a dominant position in the family, and her husband, who runs the household, is her solid backing and handles all the matters in the family. Although the two are the product of a blind date, after ten years of getting along, they have become extremely close, and they have given birth to a smart and smart girl.
Little princess.
The housewife is an ordinary woman who married from the Principality of Floy. The two blossomed after graduation, and they couldn't be more ordinary. She was introverted and chose to become a full-time housewife after marriage. Her man is everything to her.
Like a nanny with a wooden sign tied around her waist. But she enjoys it because this is her ideal life, a little traditional and a little boring.
The artistic girl is a native of Moronnier, and her husband is a standard second-generation aristocrat, and he is still the kind of parasite who does not spend money randomly, but does not take the initiative to make money. Thick dust on the cooking utensils
, proves that the two of them have never been worried about food, rice, oil and salt; the black-faced and blue-eyed ragdoll cat may eat better than many of us; the sound of the wooden beads on the chessboard clashing seems out of place with the girl who is painting on the second floor.
Although the two of them live in the same room, they do their own thing most of the time and don't have much overlap.
"If you desire something, you have to set it free. If it comes back to you, it belongs to you. If it doesn't come back, you never had it."
The baby daughter of a strong woman died in an accident. Half a year later, her husband had a boyfriend. Under such a two-pronged attack, her outlook on life completely collapsed, and no matter how beautiful the memories were, they were just sharp fragments.
Everywhere you go, flesh and blood are blurred.
One rainy night, her drunken husband filled the room with vomit. Standing in the darkness with a smile, she gently stretched out her hand and turned over the man who had been with her for more than ten years. The next day
In the early morning, the footsteps of the principality's cavalry broke the silence. A man who had already been cold was carried into the carriage, but there was still vomit from last night in his mouth and nose.
"Sometimes, I may be so fragile that I burst into tears with just one sentence; sometimes, I find myself gritting my teeth and walking a long way."
A housewife's life is regular and monotonous, and all she thinks about are trivial things, which inevitably dilutes her feelings. Her husband works later and later and travels to other principalities more and more frequently, although she always turns a blind eye.
But it doesn't mean that life can continue like this. She opened the drawer in the study, looked at the sweet words with a blank expression, and the rag in her hand was torn in half.
On a rare weekend afternoon, her husband was taking a nap in the room, while she was sitting on the edge of the bed, playing with the flowers in her hands. Following a violent cough, her husband's eyes widened, but all he could see was his wife's "sweetness"
The smile. The carriage engraved with spider patterns disappeared outside the aristocratic park two hours later. The home returned to calm. Only an empty bottle of magic potion was lying quietly in the trash can, while there were still residues on the ground around it.
It has a special flavor.
"The human heart can only tolerate a certain degree of despair. The sponge has absorbed enough water. Even if the sea flows over it, it cannot add another drop of water to it."
Although the artistic girl has an unworldly temperament, it does not mean that she is open-minded and tolerant. Her husband, who spends all day in the world of luxury, has already lost his mind, and the sound of the marimba is so harsh in the room. The girl puts down her hands.
He picked up his paintbrush and stood quietly by the door. The well-matched husband sat slumped beside the fireplace like a piece of rotten flesh, his greasy hands and sticky hair making people shudder.
One Monday morning, she urged her husband to climb onto the roof and fiddle with a loose corrugation. Ten minutes later, the sound of the ladder collapsing passed by, and the man fell into the flower bed like a rotten apple. The sharp edge of the fence
Cutting through the fat, blood gushed out from his mouth. He turned to his wife for help, but all he saw was a cold stare.
"When the water is full, it will overflow; when it is full, it will lose." This world has always been more beautiful, but not the most beautiful. And the moment closest to perfection is the moment most likely to go to the opposite.
The strong woman is now alone, and her biggest change from being a scholar doctor to a professor at the Principality College is her biggest change. She enjoys the time spent in the student cafeteria for three meals, as if she has returned to the past. The wind and rain outside the window remind those who return late, and
The last photo of my daughter is warmed by her chest. The dark night is the best mourning. The quiet room exudes dependence on the past.
"I have heard the call from afar in my heart. I no longer need to look back and care about all the rights and wrongs and discussions behind me. I have no time to care about the past. I want to move forward."
The housewife walked out of the aristocratic park with a Dalmatian named "Rag". She greeted her neighbors warmly along the way. When she saw her best friend, she even presented her with homemade cakes. After some conversation,
She turned around and left with the dog, but the faint smell of dark elf perfume lingered for a long time.
"We do live a difficult life. We have to withstand all kinds of external pressures and face our own inner confusions. When you are struggling, if someone looks at you with understanding, you will feel the warmth of life.
Maybe just a brief glimpse is enough to make me excited."
The artistic girl still doesn't go out all day, and she looks otherworldly in white clothes. The brushes crisscross the canvas, and a smartly dressed woman and a woman holding a Dalmatian dog slowly emerge. And the ones that have been put away have long been
The ladder is leaning quietly in the corner, as if it has never been used...
Human nature cannot withstand any deliberate test. Getting along with two people is not a simple matter. How can you use the most complicated aspects of human nature to test? If you are not careful, a relationship will be destructively destroyed. p>
The Moronir cavalry still guards the noble campus, but they don't know that tragedies are being staged in every courtyard. The moonlight remains the same, and the cold wind blows away all the pain, but it also brings