"When I was younger than you, I met a boy who was not outstanding at all, not outstanding at all... In short, it was the type I couldn't like when I was a girl..."

"When I confessed to me, I naturally refused..."

Wen Tingmei looked at the old one, lowered her eyes, twisted the teacup with both hands and turned slowly, with her tone neither high nor low.

"When I grew up, I had a boy I like and a deeper relationship. Unfortunately, I couldn't get to the end... I forgot to say that after spending my teenage years, I became a child from a single-parent family and lived with my mother.

Around the girlhood, if you compare the living environment you live in horizontally, your family situation is considered well-off or above. It’s hard to say how well it is, but it can support me with some extra hobbies…”

"for example……"

When he said this, Wen Tingmei put the teacup he had been twisting on the table, spreading his hands with ten fingers, slender and green, like a girl's hand.

"I can play the piano and have a simple hobby of art. In the words of the past, I am a literary girl."

“…”

"Because of some families, for a long time, I lived with my mother in another city. Like many urban women, I had no emotional life and no one I looked at. I occasionally had to go on blind dates with boys who were also dealing with the family to deal with the same family."

Without paying much attention to the sequence of stories, Wen Tingmei said whatever he thought of, which tests his old writing skills.

"And... in this city, I met him again, and he was still not outstanding at all, still not in line with the type I like, and would not make me excited, but it was much more energetic than before...

I heard from my former classmates that after he graduated and entered society, he started to sell car sales. It was the kind of sales of large boxes trucks, which led to a large transaction order. He sold hundreds of trucks at one time, and the commission was very generous. He bought a house in this city."

“…”

"Later, it was a very old-fashioned worldly story. Even if I refused it directly many times, I couldn't let him give up. He said that I was his first love. I worked so hard for many years to stand in front of me again...

My mother hopes that I can settle down as soon as possible. I am not young anymore and have the same idea. So I try to accept this person who says I love me very much and love me very much."

“…”

"I followed him back to his hometown, a rural country... I'm sorry, and forgot to say that he has something in common with me, his father passed away when he was not old."

"He was raised by his mother, and he is also a single-parent family."

"...In his hometown, he proposed to me, and the arrangement was very rich. For a long time, the romance of the proposal made me a little fascinated and made me think that this was my destination. Everything happened naturally.

"What happened afterwards did not give me any chance to think more. When I was pregnant, getting married with a child became an inevitable choice. Because I was old and worried that if I miscarried for the first child, it would lead to infertility in the future..."

"After marriage, I was brought back to reality before I could enjoy the romance of my newlyweds. My pregnancy reaction was very strong. At the worst, I even had the idea of ​​abortion..."

“…”

"Sadly, spending time with me allows me to see the differences between him and me in some matters..."

"A few months later, the child was born, and another year later, the child turned one year old. When outsiders say that the child grows so fast, I was physically and mentally exhausted. I finally understood a word I never believed before, and defeating marriage is just a few small things..."

"For example, I like this, he doesn't like this, for example, he doesn't like washing his feet, I can't accept it, for example, his mother likes to eat overnight leftovers, I don't think it's good..."

"For example, if he wants to drive out for a trip, he must drive there. It only takes three hours to fly, but it takes one day to drive..."

"For example, no matter what, I am unwilling to accept my own failure, even if it is not possible..."

“…”

He listened carefully and recorded and sorted it out, and finally understood what the text editing level mentioned in the store’s instructions meant. He needed to organize it properly when he heard this messy story so as not to be misjudged by the roster.

The old man did not make any comments or comments, nor did he cater to Wen Tingmei's intention.

What’s strange is that Wen Tingmei.

she.

It's like talking about something that happened to someone else, and the tone is calm or quiet from beginning to end.

There was no venting emotions, nor did he emphasize his anger.

"He and I finally divorced from an agreement to a court. With the attention of the lawyer, the judge and the relatives and friends, we tore all our faces apart. In one of the small courts, I must have a hideous face, in the lawyer, the judge, and the relatives and friends, attack my own marriage..."

“…”

"He was a judge, a lawyer, and a relative and friend countless times. He was unwilling to lose this marriage. He absolutely could not accept the failure of the marriage, nor could he accept the loss of me in the end. Just like after being rejected for the first time, he worked hard just to get his experience of failure back to the track of success. In fact, if there was no food, rice, oil and salt, and no trivial life, he would have succeeded."

“… In the end, I succeeded, but failed, because my children would grow up in a single-parent family like me…”

“…”

The teapot can hold about 750 ml of tea. Wen Tingmei also finished drinking this pot of tea when she finished telling her story.

After Wen Tingmei finished speaking, Chen Jiao quickly stopped the pen in his hand.

The tea bag returned to its silence. After a long time, before Wen Tingmei planned to speak, Chen Jiao took the lead in breaking the silence and said politely and directly: "Ms. Wen, please forgive me for taking the liberty. Although I am a suitable listener, I may have some other ideas."

"I wonder if you would like to listen to some of my thoughts that might be presumptuous?"

In comparison, more mature adults will express their purpose in a tactful way, while old ones will not.

This clean youthful style made Wen Tingmei chuckle: "I guess you want me to give you this story."

Chen Lao nodded, without using a bunch of excuses to modify his purpose, nor did he pull a beautiful coat for his purpose.

"Tell me about your plan?" Wen Tingmei made a gesture.

"I hope you authorize me that I will use this story for commercial purposes, but will make sure it can be directly transmitted for a limited range, well... I work part-time as the store manager of an immersive exclusive private high-end customized movie experience store." The old man did not hide the slightest, although he could make up a nice excuse now.

Wen Ting's eyebrows tilted his head, looking very elegant: "Do you think my story can be useful?"

"I'm not sure," replied honestly.

"Then what price are you willing to pay?"

"If you can, I want to take a few minutes to do an evaluation and I can make sure that no one knows this story except I've heard and I've written it."

Wen Tingmei thought for a while, and nodded in front of his old gaze: "Okay."
Chapter completed!