June 24I saw him for the first time at the 20th anniversary celebration of Qing's father's bank. In the noisy and luxurious banquet hall, he was standing in the crowd, but in my eyes he was the only one left in the corner. Coincidentally, when I watched him, he also cast a glance at the same time, raised the crystal cup in my hand and smiled and made a "hello" mouth. This action is undoubtedly frivolous on such occasions, but the first impression of him made me overlook this point. He is a handsome man with a pair of "fascinating" eyes, even though they will vent their melancholy emotions inadvertently. Even after many years, I still think, on that day, the moment we met for the first time, what attracted me to it? No solution, the answer is no solution. I am no longer young after many years, and attribute all this to fate, the fate that was once hypocritical and sweet, but helpless and bleak. Such a similar banquet will be held every three to five times at home, one more luxurious and one more boring. And every time, I was the focus of the entire banquet. It's not that I'm outstanding, just because I'm the only daughter of my father. In the singing and dancing, I was once again surrounded by handsome men. They all had good conversations, beautiful appearances, and distinguished family backgrounds. After all, those who can qualify for being included in the invitation list by my father are extraordinary characters. "Look". It's not as usual, I dealt with it with a gentle but hypocritical smile, and looked forward to the end of this boring banquet in my heart. That night, I know, I looked a little awkward. The noisy banquet hall is filtered layer by layer in my visual and auditory senses. In the end, all my attention is concentrated to one point, intentionally or unintentionally. All the anxiety was not broken until the moment the banquet was about to end. Even before, I felt a little desperate. "In such a place, where the clothes are fragrant, exquisite and luxurious, but you can see the same scene as the fresh market, that is to buy at a good price. Behind every gentle and elegant face, with a sweet smile, is looking for a buyer or The seller. The betrayed all kinds of strange things can be exchanged for the same incredible. Family interests, personal interests, or even nothing, just for a hypocritical name. "Much like self-talking, I can't even be sure of him. Did you tell me. Although at this moment, at the end of the banquet. I drew away tiredly and concealed myself in the wide black curtain of the balcony. He was standing not far from me. It turns out that he, like me, can find such a good place in the banquet. "You, have been to the fresh food market?" "More than that, during the years when I was studying abroad. Almost every day I would visit such a place full of human smells. Isn't it strange?" "No, I mean .
You are special. And I can’t imagine you visiting the fresh market with a convenience bag. "That's how the topic opened up, it's very absurd. On such a beautiful night of "colorfulness" of the month, two men and women in gorgeous dresses just like no one, leaving the noisy background aside, occupying the most remote banquet. But in the most beautiful part, I just talked about the fresh food market and other topics like this. Isn’t it really absurd? Later, we started dating, I’m not the kind of little girl who doesn’t know much about the world. I’m a family education. My father’s so many years of painstaking efforts made me understand that the most important thing in the minds of businessmen is always "profit." At the beginning, I knew that until the very end, I never complained about him, because he was not the one who deceived me. , But myself. And he later became my husband-Ren Yaoxuan.... November 29, rainy winter, for this southern coastal city, it is just a symbolic "sex" cutscene. The guise of winter entertains the festivals that are only available in winter. In fact, the climate temperature is only the early autumn in mainland China. Southerners have never seen snow. He said that winter without snow is not perfect, or even unqualified. I never I haven't forgotten his hometown, somewhere in West Asia. The winter there should be snowy and lonely. Otherwise, how could he breed a man like him, unsmiling. I have never known it, in his warmth What a heart is hidden under my face. It’s just that I’m still deceiving myself, telling myself that this man who is destined to spend his life with myself loves myself as much as I love him. Unfortunately, for him, he doesn’t love me. In fact, it can be said that he has never hidden from the beginning. He has not said it, but his melancholy eyes that attracted me at the beginning have said everything for him. Usually, a man with such eyes must be deep in his heart. There is an unforgettable woman, but it is a pity that this woman is not me! When I opened the window in the morning, I actually felt the bone cold in the warm winter of this southern city. It was because of the little life in my stomach, thinking that I was about to be born. My baby, I couldn’t help but smile. This kid visited us seven months ago. It was an accident and even more pleasant surprise. Although this little life didn’t attract his father’s attention from the beginning. Yes, since I married him From that moment on, his ambition and his pursuit of power tore his gentle face little by little. Perhaps he never hides it, what has always been is my unwillingness.
"Ha! That lucky guy, only relying on his own woman, his father-in-law is all at once. I really want to make people not enviable. It's just that I hope his luck can last forever." "Lucky." , Not so much luck, but shameless. Even if God gives him a shortcut from such a background, the final ending will only be a dead end." "Shameless? I think this is a real master, look. We should feel ashamed if we look at other people's methods and strategies."...There are many rumors that have spread around since the day of their wedding, assaulting him like a flood. Only I know that all these are just incentives. What really made him rely on his father's twenty-five-year loan from the bank, from being unfamiliar to the most outstanding generation of business rookies in West Asia in six years, was only himself. In the year my father passed away, he once said to me personally: "Marrying you to him may be the most correct and also the most wrong thing in my life. I don’t need to look at his future achievements. I can imagine that the only thing I can't worry about is you, my most beloved daughter." In the third year after my father's death, in the cold wind of this morning, I finally understood my father's worries. At this time, he, Ren Yaoxuan, and my husband who had been in the same bed with me for six years in different dreams, had a nickname that can really sum up him in the financial world around the world-"The Tiger of West Asia"! On January 13th, the rain died. It is not terrible. For a person who has nothing to love, death may be just a form of self-exile and self-liberation. Just like my father at the time, the only thing I can't worry about today is my child, my baby who is about to be born. The doctor told me that in a week, my baby, a beautiful daughter, will be born soon. If possible, I would like to call her "Wenwen". A very beautiful girl, like clouds steaming in the sky. I think my wish can be fulfilled. Naming a newborn baby is a prudent and prudent thing in my opinion. I shouldn't have overstepped his rights. It's a pity that he has not even asked any information about the child until today. It is really sad to think about it. From the moment I saw him until today, I have never resented him. Some are just helpless, desperate helplessness. In the last days, I knew that I should try my best to do more for the child, but unfortunately, in my chaotic consciousness, what I miss the most is still his shadow. If there is a kingdom of heaven, I will still stare at him reluctantly there, my husband, the father of my soon-to-be-born child-Ren Yaoxuan...Gently closing the heavy diary that has been read countless times, Wenwen cherished every fold on the paper. He hugged his mother's diary tightly to his chest, tears like a flood that opened the gate, silent but violent. I still remember the first surprise, sadness, grief, and anger when I saw this diary for the first time.
The father, who never laughed since she remembered, and never saw each other, always asked him: "Where is my mother? Does my mother don't want Wenwen anymore?" The face of the person who called her father was. On the weird look. Complex and contradictory, mixed with regret and confusion. Why didn't I have a mother since I was a child. Why did my father have such a weird look when he mentioned his mother? All the "mysterious" questions came from the moment Wenwen finished reading this diary, in broad daylight. The truth, it turns out that this is the truth. A selfish man married a kind-hearted woman for his own benefit, but in the end he caused this woman to suffer for a lifetime and die from depression. That is to say, from this day on, Wenwen has worked hard to do everything her father explained from the beginning, just wanting to win a little more attention from her father, even if a little girl who encourages her eyes has turned into a blonde with dyed hair, she will have the best A fast sports car, Miss Ren, who will have no bottom line and let herself go on presumptuously. "Idiot, why don't you turn on the light when you wake up?" "Pop", the man who walked into the room silently, pressed the switch. A soft shade lamp against the wall turned on. Suddenly raising her face, Wenwen's tears all over her face and the burning flame in her eyes were exposed to the light. At this time, Wenwen was like a wounded little beast, guarded, full of hatred and anger towards everything. Such a scene immediately reminded Ken of seeing the little girl when he was adopted from the orphanage to the "Ren's" for the first time. "Is it like this again? It's really bad!" Pretending to be lighthearted, Ken just walked over as usual countless times, and lived upstairs to Wenwen's shoulders, letting her face hide in her clothes, only to feel The clothes on the chest were wet. A month ago, at the North Street Bar in Nanshi, Wenwen was taken away by "crazy". Ren Yaoxuan ignored the fact that Wenwen was "captured away" with an unusually laissez-faire attitude. Turning to the implementation of the three talks, Ken was delegated a lot of tasks. To be busy is to be busy for a whole month. Within a month, although no one mentioned Wenwen's whereabouts, Ken knew that, whether it was himself or his boss, everyone around him was worried about that girl's safety. Until, at midnight last night, Wenwen, who had no news for January, suddenly came back by herself. Wenwen, who came home, didn't even talk to anyone, but went back to her room to sleep a lot, until just now, Ken entered her room. Sure enough, this girl was still so worried about her life, but she couldn't really help her. Although there is no blood relationship, this younger sister did care for her and grew up with care. It seems that he still has to take authority once and intervene in the boss's family affairs. "Have you been crying enough? Actually, have you ever thought about why you areYou only saw this diary when you were sixteen.