A Brief Book-Short Podcast: The Cheating Story Without Pornography and Violence (No.58)

Work? Interviewer: Wan

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Hi, how are you? Nice to see you here again! This time Qiqi gave everyone a warm-hearted work-an immoral and non-violent derailment story.

These days, we are no strangers to cheating, but you can't see stars from all walks of life jumping out one by one, truly interpreting and expressing their views. Right and wrong, right and wrong are not discussed here.

Growing up, we are used to watching too many fairy tales, and the ending is the same. The princess and the prince lived happily ever after.

Is that really the case? Old Mantuon has long predicted that happy lives are always similar, but each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. Married life is beyond the reach of many writers. Why can't you bear it? Probably because the truth is too naked! When love recedes from the fresh coat, it begins to eat rice, oil and salt, three meals a day, and parents are short! In the ordinary and trivial polishing day after day, all the little things hidden under the leather bag are dried in the sun. At this point, eat drink man woman sighed in his heart with the same subtext: How did I marry such a person? Or, how did I marry such a person and go home?

Forward or leave, a solid question is placed between two men and women who were once bound together in the name of love.

Just as a thousand readers will have a thousand Hamlets, a thousand people will have a thousand solutions. However, there are roughly three intersections. One is to choose forbearance, thinking that marriage is like this, and many people don't live like this all their lives; One is to choose to cheat, the red flag at home will not fall, and the colorful flags will fly outside, thinking that another person can solve the problems left over from marriage. But at present, most people who choose this road have no good end;

Another way is to say goodbye directly! Happy, firm and crisp, just like that famous copper pea!

The story shared with you today is an attempt to cheat, but it has been planned for a long time and it has indeed taken action. Is cheating really so fresh and exciting? Let's listen to the story together!

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This meeting with Wang Han has been planned for a long time, but I didn't make up my mind until three days ago.

That night, Shiya wore a new dress, and flowers generally shuttled from room to room, while Lao Zhang kept playing with his mobile phone with his head down and turned a blind eye to his wife's elaborate dress.

Finally, the impatient Shi Ya asked, "Husband, how is my new dress?"

"It looks good." Lao Zhang didn't lift his head. If it's not salty or light, he'll come with his mouth open. He's already familiar with perfunctory things.

Shiya bent down and looked at it, and the mobile phone screen showed the card table. Lao Zhang stared at it with bated breath. He is the landlord who was beaten and fought on the battlefield wholeheartedly. Shiya was furious, suddenly grabbed Lao Zhang's mobile phone, turned off the game angrily and fell heavily on the sofa.

The sofa was soft and the mobile phone was not broken, but Lao Zhang's heart was hurt.

He stood up and glared. Poetry strikes first, and the bamboo tube bursts with beans: "Do you know to play mobile phones all day? Do you still have me in your heart? "

This is a cliche that has been repeated hundreds of times. Once anger loses its freshness, it seems that its deterrence is a little smaller. So Lao Zhang didn't coax her as nervously as when she was newly married, but left rudely.

The door slammed shut, and Shiya suddenly lost her breath, collapsed on the sofa and looked around with a pair of confused eyes.

The floor is a little gray, melon seeds and sweets are scattered on the coffee table, and the cups, plates and bowls for eating are not cleaned up. Anyway, it's a mess. This messy house is just like their marriage. Chickens fly and dogs jump, and it looks full of poetry and distance.

Poetic elegance is a dark wound, and I suddenly thought of Wang Han. Like many women who have a bad life after marriage, she began to miss her ex.

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Wang Han is an elegant college classmate. They met in the literary society and both loved Tang poetry and Song poetry. After a while, I became familiar, and there was quite a feeling that mountains and rivers met bosom friends.

First, I was a friend. I worked tepidly for more than two years, and I successfully held hands in my junior year. On that day, Wang Han put a heart with a candle in the downstairs of the girls' dormitory, holding a rose and shouting "Shiya, I love you!"

Shiya blushed downstairs amid cheers and booing. When she hugged Wang Han, she only felt the stars all over the sky. When love comes, everything in the world shines.

But I graduated in a blink of an eye. Wang Han said that his parents arranged a job for him. His tone was very light, but he said nothing about the whereabouts of Shiya. The girl born in China is elegant and has a delicate heart like Lin Daiyu. She sent a message to Wang Han: "Try not to miss my concubine. Jinshui Tang Tang, and Chang Junjue. "

This is Zhuo Wenjun's farewell poem to Sima Xiangru. Wang Han understood at a glance, so he waved freely without taking away a cloud.

Shiya went back to her hometown, worked hard for two years before she was admitted to a public institution, and met Lao Zhang with her colleagues. Lao Zhang is actually not old. Da Shiya is only two years old. He has an engineering background and works in communication technology. He doesn't talk much. He is a typical technical geek.

When chasing Shiya, Lao Zhang shuttles Shiya to and from work every day, rain or shine. Shiya loves to sleep late, so she got on the bus in a hurry, only to find a thermos bucket filled with millet porridge. She drank slowly and the car passed the traffic lights. Lao Zhang smiled at her, but still didn't speak.

On one occasion, Shiya had dysmenorrhea and asked for leave to rest at home. Lao Zhang left his job to visit, rubbed his hands and blushed. Shiya thought that she would only suppress the phrase "drink more hot water", but Lao Zhang said for a long time: "I heard that having a baby doesn't hurt. How about we have a baby? "

Shiya looked up and the answer was also unexpected. She said, okay. This is a proposal. No ring, no rose, not even a word I love you.

Day after day, 365 days passed almost exactly the same, but before the baby was born, another kind of pain began again.

As if she couldn't stand it for a second, she took out her mobile phone, opened WeChat to find Wang Han and entered: "Then let's meet."

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Six months ago, Shiya was drawn into an alumni group by her roommate. As soon as she entered, she saw Wang Han's name impressively listed. His wit, as always, makes the atmosphere extremely active.

A minute later, my friend's application came, and the attached information contained Wang Han's consistent style. He said: I have a silver lamp left tonight, and I am afraid that meeting is a dream.

Shiya was lying half-immersed, and Lao Zhang was looking up information with a laptop. She stretched out her wet feet and kicked at Lao Zhang. Lao Zhang didn't say anything, just grabbed her feet and dried them and started a leisurely massage. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't find it, and Lao Zhang didn't realize her subtle psychology. She hesitated, struggled for a minute and finally passed.

Shiya feels lonely in her marriage. Everyone saw Lao Zhang holding her, but she always felt something was missing. After Wang Han reappeared, she suddenly realized her expectations. But this can't be announced in the mouth. I just don't care enough when I say it, because marriage and love are not the same thing in the eyes of many people, and life has nothing to do with romance.

But she is a greedy woman who has made love and is eager to talk about it.

Lao Zhang came home an hour later, dragging the bowl silently, like a silent apology.

Shiya stood behind him and whispered, "I want to travel."

Lao Zhang's hand paused, apparently recognizing her unhappiness. But he didn't object: "All right. Have you booked a ticket? Is the bonus I just gave enough? Not enough to take some more. "

Shiya Well, I don't know why, but my nose is a little sour.

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The location was chosen in the city where they went to college, because Shiya accidentally mentioned that she loved the peach blossoms of her alma mater. It's spring now. For two and a half middle-aged men and women, it seems a bit unusual that the spring scenery is full of gardens.

Wang Han, whom I haven't seen for years, came to pick up the plane with flowers, and the big red roses were like flames. Shiya felt that her heart was on fire, but in the face of the oncoming Wang Han, she avoided his hug.

When getting on the bus, Shiya stared at the roses and said, "He never remembers sending flowers on the anniversary." It was a complaining tone, but as soon as my voice fell, I remembered before boarding the plane. Lao Zhang said, "My period will come in three days. Remember not to eat cold food. "

Her eyes suddenly became blurred, but in Wang Han's eyes, it was a total temptation. He held out his hand to hold her, and suddenly felt a small diaphragm in his palm, which was her wedding ring. Shiya smiled apologetically, stared at her finger for a long time, and finally gave up the plan to take it off.

The identity of a married woman cannot be erased by taking off her wedding ring.

Over the past six months, Shiya and Wang Han have been chatting intermittently. At first, they just said hello. It was not until the dead of night that she was angry with Lao Zhang that Shiya made a circle of friends. Wang Han saw the difference between the lines, and the message was a little tempted. The phrase "clothes are not as good as new, people are not as good as old" is like throwing a pebble into a calm lake, and my heart is stirred.

In the dream that day, Shiya saw the candlelight and roses in the university again. When she woke up, she saw Lao Zhang cooking rice porridge in the kitchen. It is so light in her mouth that it looks like everything in front of her. The idea of escape suddenly rose. Who says life is too long to be with interesting people?

At that time, I really wanted to see Wang Han again, but Shiya didn't dare to think about the word infidelity, which stands for taboo and infidelity. In her subconscious, she always wants to be clear.

Until this moment, Wang Han, who registered at the front desk of the hotel, said to the waiter, "A big bed room, thank you!" Shiya suddenly became timid with a guilty conscience. The trench coat pulled up the collar, and she had to look around carefully. Her heart began to pound.

It is said that men usually cheat for sex and women cheat for love.

Shiya asked herself, but she didn't feel that she was a loveless woman, nor did she find that her old love for Wang Han was enough to burn the rest of her life.

But what's the problem? What made her rush to come all the way to find this excitement?

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Shiya suddenly blocked Wang Han's attacker when the underwear button was unbuttoned.

She found thin wrinkles in the corner of his eyes, and the sweet words from his mouth seemed to smell like tobacco, which always sounded hypocritical and deliberate. The naked desire in his eyes turned her moth-like pursuit into a joke.

White roses are boiled into glutinous rice, and red roses become mosquito blood.

Time destroys everything, so why not be cruel to women? Both men and women are the same, and the love that Shiya expected began to be disillusioned. At present, only men and women are lost in their respective marriages. And that old love, because of the doping of desire, presents a bleak appearance of mottled traces that can't bear to look straight.

Suddenly I feel that sleeping with my ex is blaspheming memories and disappointing my marriage.

Shiya pulled the quilt cover, and then asked Wang Han, "If we had been together, would we have lived to be a fairy couple?"

"Not really." Wang Han lit a cigarette, but the smile floating on his lips was not real. He said, "My wife won't buy it for me either. She likes considerate, honest and upright men. "

Shiya has no heart. It turned out that she and another woman envied each other and didn't know that they were blessed. In a woman's life, she will probably meet two men, but perhaps no matter who she marries, she is intertwined with luck and misfortune, and unwilling and struggling alternately.

The complex of red roses and white roses is not a man's patent.

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How can eat drink man woman, which has fallen into daily necessities, expect perfection and everything goes well? The day after marriage is a pen that the screenwriter is reluctant to shed ink, and it is something that the prince and princess can't say or say after the curtain call.

"I'm sorry." Shiya began to dress, and she smiled at her first love. "I suddenly don't want to cheat, because cheating can't solve the problem." Seeing Wang Han's disappointed expression, she suddenly missed Lao Zhang. The man who never wandered among the flowers at night never said a word of love, but always talked about it everywhere.

It seems that it took more than 30 years to understand what marriage is. Paradoxically, the truth comes from infidelity. Perhaps, just as the bitter side knows the sweet side, I came to the edge of the besieged city and looked back, only to find that the city was lush with flowers and trees and the scenery was just right. Suddenly I don't want to leave, and I can't leave.

Shiya quickly packed her bags, bid farewell to Wang Han and took a taxi to the airport. She wants to catch the last flight and go back to Lao Zhang without stopping.

Instead of finding different people to fall in love with, it is better to stay alone and find romance in the blandness of daily necessities. The novelty of marriage lies in finding each other again and again and falling in love with each other.

This is the most difficult to break through in marriage, but it is also its greatest value.

What can I say? I will never give up.

Qiqi, a woman who loves life and is good at finding beauty and fragrance in every part of life.

About the author: Wan, a post-90s girl who can tell stories and cook chicken soup, do you have any stories? Do you want to tell me?

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