Chapter 850: Yan Xia (9)

Pink Rose Love: Yan Xia (Waru Alan)

（9）

He really thinks I'm going to be bored at home?

During my 15th birthday, I went through the catalogue card of Wen Shi Zhe in the catalog room of the school library, and wrote down the titles and numbers of the books I wanted to read on a slip of paper according to the synopsis.

Those notes have always been in large envelopes, and every year I have to take them out and look at them, and I pick out the notes with the titles of the books I have read and throw them away, and there are still more than half of them.

Now it's even more troublesome, I "Baidu" came out with a large film, but I didn't know which one I wanted to read back then. Time is wasted looking at them one by one. Fortunately, I usually pick a few chapters at random to browse, and I know the general idea, and I know whether I want to read it from the beginning;

I thought those books should contain dreams that my original dreams had been distorted or disappeared in the next 20 years or so.

If, like my aunt, I didn't remember to draw until I was 60 years old, I would really have a heart attack, and I had to remember it sooner. In a finite and uncertain life, we have an infinite number of choices to arrange our time, and perhaps we have deviated from our original destiny in the initial choice, not 18 years ago, as the monk of Wutai Mountain said.

Rong always said that she felt that I was the material for painting, because I would be quiet for a long time.

Quiet for a long time? At that time I would have been in another plane or another realm, usually 800 years ago or in the underworld. People will think that he is concentrating on thinking, but my husband will not, he always wants to make me come back to my senses, armpits, blowing, arranging for me to do this and that, pulling me out to eat, and before I arrived at the restaurant, I was stuffed into the car halfway, pulled to the hospital for examination, and the brain CT was taken N times...... It wasn't until last year that I was rude, slapping my head, slapping my head and covering my face (like my mother's back then), brandishing a kitchen knife and yelling, forcing me to say that the mantra of "going out and being hit by a car to death" stopped.

In fact, I am suitable for marrying a soldier, and I can't see each other for a few days a year, so no one cares how long I am in a daze. Some people call it meditation, meditation, meditation...... Something like that, a mortal like my husband won't understand. He would often put his index finger under my nose to see if he could breathe, and he was often so busy wondering what I was thinking, never reflecting on what kind of life he wanted to live.

When he came back from the meeting in the afternoon, he said that he felt that it was meaningless to go to work, and that it was better to have a sense of accomplishment than farming.

In fact, he is now very suitable for going to the countryside to work and lose the fat on his liver. Like Sister Xia, his physical examination is also qualified, but when the instrument can measure it, I am afraid it is already very strict. In the blink of an eye, he had been fat for ten years.

But if he wanted me to go farming with him, there would be no way! If it was possible before last year, and he hadn't beaten me, I would have no reason not to marry a chicken and a dog and a dog, and now I won't suffer the sin of direct sunlight.

In the wilderness, this ordinary man will still get drunk, and it will be easier to meet evil spirits, it is difficult to say that he will not be rude again, and it is difficult to say that I will still maintain restraint. It's better not to risk your life.