On the bus (short story)

The car is driving on the old road, with a panoramic view of dilapidated houses and telephone poles, and the road surface is uneven. When Li sits in the back of the car, she should always be on guard against jumping off her seat because of bumps. This life has been going on for five years since Li's husband was cheated for making friends carelessly. During this period, his part-time income is only to maintain his life and support his children to study. Since the accident at home, Mr. Li has simply become a shopkeeper of cutting, self-indulgent, doing nothing at home all day, playing mahjong and drinking, and blowing his beard and glaring when he gets home. The whole of love rat.

I think the husband introduced by my classmates turned out to be a lazy advocate, and the matchmaker would call "straw is a gold bar". After marriage, I found out that this person is a scum, and there is no regret medicine in the world. Later, I met the matchmaker Li and told the matchmaker about her husband. The matchmaker actually said, "How many good men do you think there are in the world? Meeting a good man is a blessing in my last life. " Li was choked by the matchmaker, so he had to put bitter water on the roses, knead the cake and look at the beauty.

Time always flies, white hair climbs up the sideburns, even if the road is broken, the scenery feels good, but the process is always bitter and sad, and the road of life continues to stumble. The tiredness in my heart can only be understood by my brain, but I can't say it.