Chapter 512: Dreams and Reality

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It is said that what men think they can't get is beauty. And I was the kind they didn't want that I could easily get. Because, I say to people who covet my family background that I am an adopted daughter, I say to people who love my talent that I am just more good at plagiarizing "a big copy of the world's articles, see if you can copy it", I said to people who like my body that I was injured and almost died and left a strict sequelae, I don't care about these people say that I still have a lot of allergies, and I may die suddenly at any time because of exposure to allergies.

I thought that the rest of the person who did not hesitate to marry me loved me the most, but I was still wrong.

If you think I'm writing real, it's because you see the truth.

If you think that my words will expose certain people's ** and affect their lives, then you really overestimate me! I don't have the ability to depict reality in vain, I have elevated and beautified the characters. I can't write about real scenes in life, even if it's a travelogue, I can't write about the immersive scene, I can only write about the feeling of "fairy mountains, dreamlike water". What I write is just dreams, and nightmares and dreams are just daydreams one after another.

Undoubtedly, many times the untimely death of love is not because of not loving each other, on the contrary, it is precisely because of loving too much. Get along like you don't love it, it's easier said than done.

I'm lucky, I just belong to the kind that I don't love, I really don't love, so it's not difficult to get along. I don't feel very aggrieved that I haven't had a birthday and wedding anniversary together for ten years of marriage, and I don't feel very sad that women outside have come to the door one after another to provoke.

I calmly told them: We are divorced, what you do is legal, it is best to persuade him to get married as soon as possible, and take you back to your hometown as soon as possible to comfort your ancestors, after all, he is not young.

Maybe it's because the pressure to get along with me is relatively small, and when the child takes the high school entrance examination, he comes home.

My mother said that the prodigal son would not change his money, and I said that unless I did things obediently and did not speak to make me angry, I would break up at any time. My mother slapped me and hit me, saying that her daughter would not do such a humiliating thing as divorce. I fled to the child's raised bed again. My mother is old, and my husband is drunk and staggering, and he will die down, so I can sleep peacefully.

I think that after the age of forty, after being beaten and scolded by my husband for drinking and going crazy, and letting my mother slap him, if it were someone else, it would really be boring and jumping off the building in the dark, right?