Listen to love stories?

Feelings feel like a cow, and the more you pull, the less you look back; Love is like a burst of water. The more you block it, the more you get out of it. Here are some books I recommend to listen to love stories.

1: Who is poisoned by romance?

Women always complain that men are rigid and not romantic enough. Men always don't understand that there are too many artificial traces of romance. Why do women flock like beauty salons? Then, the contradiction came, the bad mood came, followed by the vacillation of feelings or marriage ... who was poisoned by romance?

The combination of Zhao and Qian Wei, in the words of their friends, is "natural". Who told them that they were classmates from high school to college? In fact, their personalities are quite different. Zhao Tiansheng loves romance. Qian Wei is calm and restrained.

When you are in love, everything about your lover is good, including shortcomings. When you get married, it will be very different. Every time Zhao walks on the pedestrian street, whenever he sees a couple shopping hand in hand, he blames Qian Weilai and hates him for not going out with him, saying that he gets a headache when he goes shopping. When you pass by the huge electronic screen in Times Square, you always look up subconsciously. There are often sweet words written by a boyfriend in love to his girlfriend. Under the flashing neon lights, passers-by scrambled to watch. Zhao hated herself from time to time for marrying early and missing this romantic era. ...

As a result, Zhao Chenchen's dissatisfaction with Qian Wei became more and more serious, calling him a papaya head that doesn't understand emotion and romance; Qian Wei, on the other hand, said that she was a restless woman, dreaming of unrealistic children's tricks all day. The wife wants to train her husband into a romantic master, but the husband wants to bring his wife into reality, so the two began to have conflicts.

One day, Zhao deliberately looked at the calendar and said to Qian Wei, "Husband, today is our fifth wedding anniversary." Qian Wei said without looking up, "Really? Then I will behave myself today. " Zhao went to work happily. But she has been in the office until after work, and Qian Wei hasn't come yet. ...

When Zhao angrily returned home, she found that Qian Wei had gone home and cooked a table of her favorite dishes. Facing the delicious food, she is not happy at all. She gave vent to all her dissatisfaction with him. Then, she ran into the bedroom, wrapped herself in a quilt and fell asleep ... The quarrel finally broke out.

The next day, Zhao lived in a classmate's house. She wants a divorce. She was completely disappointed in her romantic husband. After listening to her nagging, the classmate smiled and said to her, "You may be' romantic poisoning'!"

Interpretation of romantic poisoning

Romantic poisoning is a kind of "disease" that women are most prone to when they are in love and after marriage. In the era when romantic behavior is more and more respected, the incidence is getting higher and higher. Women fantasize that 999 roses are for themselves, and the heart with a width of 100 meters is for themselves ... but they ignore that these so-called romances are "artificial", deliberately made by merchants, and there are too many artificial traces. However, because of its beauty, women fall in love with her like plastic surgery. In this respect, men are born with * * *. Then, the contradiction came, and the bad mood of unhappiness, dissatisfaction and impetuousness came. If not treated in time, female poisoning will increase, and love or marriage will be more difficult to protect.

2. Love left, love right

This city will not treat anyone who works hard badly. We seem to have everything, but we don't have the same language. The achievement of the set goals makes us a little tired, and the mechanical life day after day unconsciously absorbs our enthusiasm.

At eight o'clock in the morning, I went out to work as usual. When I first got on CMB, it suddenly rained heavily without warning. I habitually took out my mobile phone and sent a short message to Lvguo: I am lucky that it didn't rain until I got on the bus.

In addition to QQ phone calls, Lvguo and I send a lot of text messages every day. In fact, most of them are meaningless nonsense. For example, if I go out to work, there are not many 433 people today. Sometimes even two words: Are you awake? Su Like Agger A few years ago, I longed for green fruits to share or share everything with me.

She also responded to me warmly, telling me what she was doing and her mood. We are familiar with each other's daily life and diet, as if living in the same house. Qing Guo is just a colleague who has never met before-I am in Shenzhen head office and she is in Beijing branch. Knowledge originated from official business, and then somehow it gradually deviated from the track and became this strange intimacy and even a bit interdependent ambiguity.

At the end of work, Su Ge called me: I have a dinner party today, so I won't go back for dinner. You can solve it yourself.

There are always three or four such calls a week. I once suggested that she might as well give me a call when she goes home for dinner. She said flatly, in that case, we will have less opportunities to talk.

I'll shut up at once. I don't want to touch on this embarrassing problem.

Looking back on my romantic history with Sugar, it really seems like a lifetime ago-the two of them get bored with each other every day and talk a lot of disgusting sweet words all night. The future is infinitely magnified, and they are often excited by their own imagination until they make up their minds to go into the cage hand in hand. This is * * *.

The overall situation has been set, and work is the most important thing after marriage. I am a technician and I am busy in the company day and night; Sugar was promoted from secretary to regional manager of South China, and she was on business all day. We can't meet for ten and a half months, and all the communication is just a few words on the phone.

This city will not treat anyone who works hard badly. In just two years, a mirage has become a reality. We have a certain position, bought a house in a noble residential area and are planning to buy a car-it seems that we have everything, but we have nothing in common. The achievement of the set goals makes us a little tired, and the mechanical life day after day unconsciously absorbs our enthusiasm.

So I watched time slowly draw a crack between us, wider and wider, and more and more empty.

Even being a husband and wife is becoming more and more like some kind of executive procedure.

We are only 29 years old and have been married for four years, but life is like a candle that is about to burn out and gradually fades away. I feel a little depressed at the thought of this.

But when I looked around and found that couples like us were not special cases, my heart felt a little safe. After a long time, I got used to this shared life.

It's boring to go home. It's better to eat Sichuan food with single colleagues in the company.

As soon as I sat down, I sent a short message to Lvguo: I went out to eat with my colleagues again. What about you?

She's back: at home, waiting for the supermarket to deliver the refrigerator. It should be delivered at five o'clock. Now it's seven o'clock and there is no sign of it.

I always told her: you should tell the workers to be careful, the inclination should not exceed 45 degrees when handling, and the outer packaging should not be thrown away. It will come in handy next time. Besides, it takes a while for the refrigerator to be electrified. You can plug it in tomorrow.

This meal was very uncomfortable, and I kept sending low messages, which made my colleagues very dissatisfied.

When I got home after dinner, I was surprised to find that Sugar had come back and was sitting in the hall watching TV.

So early. I said. Sugar smiled politely: Yes. Feeling bored, I went to the study and sat in a computer chair in a daze.

What are you doing? Sugar's voice suddenly sounded behind me and scared me. I will cover it up. It's nothing.

Sue squeezed into the computer chair, sat next to me and put her arm around my neck. We haven't been so close for a long time. I was a little confused and reached out to hug her waist. I was fascinated by the smell of her body after taking a shower, and I couldn't help burying my head on her and taking a deep breath.

I have been very busy recently, and I haven't been with you for a long time. Are you mad at me? Sugar whispered.

This long-lost tenderness shocked me again. At this moment, I thought of olive. I sat up straight, covered my anxiety with a casual smile and said, what's the matter? I'm an old couple, and I still say that. Sugar said that working for people can't help, but sometimes I really want to change my job.

I said softly, you are too tired.

She suddenly raised my face and gave me an unscrupulous kiss. I was startled by this sudden ferocity and reacted instinctively. When I entangled my lips, the tide of desire flooded my whole body, and the green fruit gradually disappeared from my mind.

That night, our * * * erupted like a volcano that had been imprisoned for a long time. When the body fell from the peak of happiness, Sugar curled up in my arms like a delicate kitten, which made my heart flush with love and hugged her tightly.

At this moment, I know that I still love her.

The next morning, Qingguo saw me online and sent a message: I want to see you a little.

I was startled. The sugar here kept me awake last night, and the green fruits there demanded further progress. I suddenly felt a tingle-did Sugar notice my relationship with Lvguo? With her character, even if she doubts, she won't ask questions in person, let alone make a scene, so she ... relented last night? He has a cold sweat on his forehead. No, I didn't do anything wrong to her. I haven't even seen olives-but isn't emotional infidelity cheating?

So the day passed in a trance. I got a call from Sugar after work, and I said, I won't go home for dinner again.

Her voice was surprisingly gentle: no, are you free? Let's go to the old tree.

Looking at Sugar sitting across from me in silence, I covered up my guilt and politely added sugar to her coffee. Sweets stirred her coffee and whispered, I want to quit my job and have a rest.

I was shocked: What's the matter, unhappy at work? I thought you just said last night.

She still looks down on me: I feel that I am a very unqualified wife.

Why, the left and right sides are also working, and there is no difference between East and West. I said, it's not easy for you to get where you are today.

Sugar suddenly looked up and said, Wen Jia, let's have a baby.

I'm confused. Two years ago, I said I wanted to have children, but she firmly opposed it, saying that it would not be too late to regenerate after I was 30 years old when I laid a solid foundation for my career. People with this idea have a prosperous career, how can they not have children? I asked cautiously: What's the matter?

She stopped talking and bowed her head and drank coffee silently.

After that day, Sue never mentioned her resignation. I think she is impulsive.

But she did have some changes, such as less business trips, less entertainment, and often watching football with me at home at night, which I never watched before.

I feel guilty. The shrewd Sugar must be a firewatch. This kind of gentle tactics really makes me unable to move, and I have to quickly find the right time to send text messages.

And as sensitive as olives, I can't guess that I'm in The Secret Behind, where newsletter drops sharply. At work, we chat on QQ as usual, seemingly talking about everything, but after work, she no longer leaves me messages, and I may not return them to her.

These two women make me feel confused and ashamed.

Before going to work that day, Su Ge called me: I have a dinner party and won't go home for dinner. I said yes, I'm happy-I haven't gone out with those guys in FB for a long time.

It's noisy on the wine table. I drank a lot of wine, which was a little high. At that time, it was nearly evening 1 1. I was sitting on the bus going home and suddenly wanted to walk, so I stopped a taxi near my home.

I like this road to the community. On both sides of the road are dense banyan trees, surrounded by bamboo fences and green grass. Some couples are sitting under the tree, laughing or hugging each other in a low voice. Every time I see these scenes, my heart will move, and I will remember the days when I was with Sugar.

A black car stopped quietly in front of me, vaguely seeing the man driving put his face in front of the woman sitting in the co-pilot seat. The woman made a gesture of refusal, but the man didn't insist and reached out to open the door for her.

This woman's clothes, figure and posture are very similar to Sugar's. Yes, she is Sue, my wife. I swear that I am absolutely right, because at this moment, my alcohol completely recedes and my brain is as clear as ice water.

I took a few quick steps, and my voice shouted, Sugar.

She turned her head and I saw a panicked face, as white as paper in the dark night.

I regret why I went drinking that day, why I came back at that time, and why I had the idea of walking. I'd rather not know all this.

Since I am lonely, I am caught in an ambiguous word game with Lvguo. It is not surprising that Sugar, who is also lonely, has emotional entanglements with others. She cried and told me that it was only a moment with that person, how could she use our happy marriage as a bargaining chip? When she faced me, she couldn't stand the heavy and suffocating guilt. Before the transformation, she made up her mind to turn back. That night was their last date.

I believe everything she says. I have no right not to believe it. I'm determined to forget this part of her-so what? We are each other's right-hand man and we don't feel anything when we exist. If we cut it off, it will be very painful.

Sue Gunn and I have always loved each other. If we can get it back, we will cherish it. We have saved the lingering love of our first love, but what we talk about most is the child who will be born next summer.

As for Lvguo, we still keep in touch with our friends, but we never mentioned meeting again.

Sunshine likes to walk in the street.

That day, we sat on the last idle table in Rimmon, playing with knives and forks stiffly and curiously, looking a little drunk. When the woman who vomited a cigarette came in, our eyes froze, but it was definitely not because the woman smoked. Camels have seen more than one, so naturally they don't think horses have swollen backs.

The sharp weapon in her hand kept waving before my eyes. "Dude, do you need to go over and say hello?" I shook my head and said, "Forget it, there have been many emotional disputes recently, and there is no time for guest appearances in the new drama." She gave a lovely smile.

It is really a rare pleasure to be intimate friends with a woman without talking about love. We are like two smooth glass balls, illuminating each other's increasingly boring lives with their own luster. But even if it is broken into powder, she is still her, and I am still me. No matter how close I get, I can't delete the distance.

When we came to this lifeless city from the far north in winter, we made a snowman together. She asked me what is the most precious snow, and I said it as white as a fairy. She disagreed, saying that all the beauty of snow is related to spring. At that time, Zhong Hui and I just fell in love at first sight. Even if it is quiet, the family is still full and not hungry. In my impression, her adolescence seems to have entered an eventful autumn. According to her, the first love record was created in the fourth grade of primary school and remains unchanged.

She doesn't mind being the third party between me and other women. She can happily help me send roses, and when she comes back, she doesn't forget to compliment me: "Alas, Zhong Hui's birth is really extraordinary, and that look alone is enough for you men to see." So, when I dated Zhong Hui at the weekend, I called Jing Qin as a reward.

She sat opposite Zhong Hui and me, trying hard like no one's watching. I molested Zhong Hui with a high decibel, but it didn't have any adverse effect on her appetite. It doesn't matter, don't worry about her personal attack on me with her "killing weapon" when her endurance is on the verge of collapse.

I have experienced many "love instant dramas", and Jing Qin mostly holds the mentality that things have nothing to do with himself. However, since I blew the horn to Zhong Hui, she has spared no effort to wave the flag and shout for me, and even guiltily told Zhong Hui that I was the first and last "spoony seed" in the 2/kloc-0 century, which allowed me to germinate and prevent me from getting moldy. I know her life principles, and it must be more difficult for her to say these words calmly than to sell toilet paper to big men in the street.

In order not to owe her too much, I suggest introducing her to the other half. She was in a hurry and roared, "Don't always try to push me into the fire. It's a miracle that a girl who has been dating you for a week can still maintain confidence in men, not to mention that she is almost a worm in your stomach. "

I don't want her to be the heroine of the novel.

I told Jing Qin that I was going to write a semi-autobiographical novel, and she unequivocally raised her hand and admitted that she was willing to sacrifice her image and play a small role in it.

Spring comes as scheduled, but Zhong Hui is reluctant to add his own apostrophe to the word "eight". That fat bookseller calls from time to time to ask if the novel is still being written. I said I'm chasing the protagonist now, so I can't hurry. She said that your head is so big that it is still a problem to make up a character? I took the opportunity to warn her: "Don't forget, we agreed to write an autobiography."

Things are dragging on. Besides worrying about my love, Qin Jing took pains to ask me what kind of ending I had arranged for her in the novel every day. I really haven't thought about it, so I just want to prevaricate, but she is not a fuel-efficient lamp. I must learn from me sometime.

"In this way, write you around a big circle and a big circle on another woman, and finally take a step back and fall in love with me. Fiction doesn't matter. " She had a whim on the way. "This is really a good idea." But on second thought, I immediately denied it. "No, you won't be a female number one. What about Zhong Hui? "

Due to irreconcilable differences, the ending arrangement of her novels has been inconclusive. Soon after, she said that she would go to America. I asked when I could come back. She smiled and said, either soon or forever.

On the day of leaving, Jing Qin urged Zhong Hui to go to the airport with me to see her off. Still like on TV, wave your hand, wipe your tears and say goodbye. I drove an open jeep borrowed from a friend and took my only real woman on my way back. "Jing Qin really loves you." After hearing this sentence, I, as well as the car, shuddered involuntarily. I wonder why Zhong Hui thinks so.

Zhong Hui's facial expressions converge neatly, but I still feel the beauty in Leng Yan. "You men are all careless without exception, of course, it is not easy to detect." She briefly thought for half a second, and then continued, "I think you should love her more than me." Jealousy is the hardest thing to clean up, so she got out of the car by force.

There is her poor smile in the sun.

Qin Jing sent me many English emails. I don't understand. That day, as soon as I saw off the aggressive bookseller, I received a phone call from Jing Qin: "Dude, I have thought about the ending of my novel for you. /kloc-I will be in the operating room in 0/0 minutes. If I don't give you news at night, you will face a tragedy that you are not good at. " Her words are still so easy, "but if I come down, I hope you can use the ending I provided last time, because that's what I worked hard for." The phone was cut off before I recovered.

She's not kidding, is she? I can never lie to tears when I write a tragedy. Why is this happening? I spent the most difficult time in my life with a few printed emails with dense letters crawling on them like ants.

Then the phone didn't ring until the sun struggled through the window. I know that no matter how long I love her, the final outcome has been determined. After crying bitterly, I sobbed and told the bookseller that the novel would be written tomorrow.

Qin Jingfa's last email told me how to read those inexplicable "English letters". According to the prompt of letters and the space bar, enter with the 86 version of Wang code five strokes method, and a series of tearful words appear on the screen-

"I'm sick. As early as two years ago, the doctor gave me a death order. Love and happiness can keep me alive for so long. I think I am already the happiest person in the world. "

"I have loved you silently for two years. You may not believe it. I am happy because my heart belongs to someone. Like snow, those elves whose lives are too short, in fact, spring has come and they have not disappeared. They turned into sunshine in the street and strolled leisurely along the road. I think you will remember my poor smile when you see the sunshine again after I leave? "

"The elder brothers, you wait for me, I'll call you out of the operating room. If not, you can't cry, you have to be happy. If not leaving can make you happy every day, I would rather stay in this world. But you know, this matter, you and I said is not ... "

"My last wish is that you can go shopping with Zhong Hui every day, with the sunshine everywhere! Also, just indulge me once and don't write me as a tragic figure in the novel! "

What can I do except endless tears? Even before she left, I fell in love with her and said to her, "Let's fall in love!" " "I think she will make a face and answer without discussion:" Forget it, that's strange! "Maybe some love can't be said until the end of life, and even if it is said, it will automatically become a joke? !

On a sunny afternoon, I met Zhong Hui in the street. I said, you can marry me because I have a story to tell my wife first. I saw her secretly look away, but I don't know if she was wiping her tears. There was a long silence, she said, then try it.

The next morning, under the building where I live, I met Zhong Hui. We walked aimlessly along the road by the river. All the pedestrians witnessed, a man and a woman holding hands, in every sunny place, tears streaming down her face.

Sunshine is walking on the road! “BJiq ghdd qtgp kh！” A sentence that others can't understand!

In the end, Zhong Hui became my beloved wife, before Zhong Hui stayed with me for life, in my novel that touched the whole city! I burned all the manuscripts to Qin Jing that day, and there were beautiful pictures of Zhong Hui and me walking in the sun. I whispered to Jing Qin, who was sleeping soundly, "Dude, I know you won't be jealous, right?"

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