Wife whispers

Couples whisper, if not separated, or broken feelings, in bed together, about every day to say. But to see it in writing, and to publish it for people to see, but is not an easy thing. Mr. Lu Xun said, dreaming is free, but talking about dreams is not so free. The same is true of "whispers". The real whisper, I think is not to resort to people, otherwise, it becomes a widely known "public word", and lost the meaning of "whisper"; In addition, since the couple, it is no more than a lover in love, whispering, or sweet as honey, or sour as plum, even if bitter. Or sour like plum, even if it is bitter, but also as bitter gourd with a sweet. The whispers between husband and wife, trivial, nagging, bumping, small to chicken, big to comment on the world, all aspects of human nature, are revealed in the whispers. Therefore, the richness of the couple's whispers is natural. But to sift through, pick one or two pieces to say to everyone to hear, but do not know where to start.

My wife and I have been living apart for a long time since we got married, and many of the whispers have been poured into the "two books" that have been sent and received by geese. It was easy to move to the city, and every day, when I get off work in my spare time, I am busy buying food, making a stove, cooking, and taking care of the children. And I've been with a lonely lamp every night for the past 20 years, staying up until midnight or even overnight, falling into bed like a puddle of mud, where there is time to whisper it?

My wife and I are the same old youth. The first thing you need to do is to get to the countryside for four or five years, and then go to college, and then to the cowherd, and year after year, softly and hardly, to send a gift, to do the transfer, until the time to get together, then you feel that the youthful years like apricot petals, one by one, drifting down, so every night from 10 o'clock to the early morning, the time is particularly precious. At that time, we lived in a long old street in Hankow, a ten square meter snail's pace apartment, with only room for a bed and a desk. It was hard to wait until late at night, so I spread out my manuscript paper, carrying bad cigarettes and strong tea, as well as a dime or two of loose liquor, and joined the never-ending literary marathon team. So I leaned back on the bed, clothed, and played tons, not daring to sleep deeply. When I woke up, I saw that the lamp was still on and the room was full of smoke, so I coughed gently to remind myself. When I saw no response, I got out of bed and changed a cup of hot tea for me, peeled an apple, cut it into slices, inserted a toothpick on each piece, put it on the desk silently, and went to hit the ton. The night is deeper, the sound of the Wuhan Pass bell "when" came, the sound of the bell in the watery night ripples. When my wife woke up again, she saw that the lights were still on and the clock was already pointing to three or four in the morning, so she sighed and coughed heavily. Seeing that I was unrepentant, she of course took revolutionary action, resolutely seizing my pen and then forcing me to wash my face and feet with a basin of hot water.

In retrospect, my wife's coughing, light or heavy, is considered a "whisper"?

The fact is that you can find a lot of people who have been in the business for a long time, and they've been in the business for a long time, and they've been in the business for a long time, and they've been in the business for a long time, and they've been in the business for a long time, and they've been in the business for a long time. In those days, a poor teacher, a small editor, to support the family still feel hard, which money to buy tonic? The wife is secretly anxious, the hand slightly feels free to go to the market to buy the cheapest sewing fish soup, forcing me to drink, forcing me to eat the least favorite fish head, said the live fish head can tonic brain. I have never had much affection for fish, perhaps because I am a tiger. I am especially afraid of fish spines, every time I eat fish are nursery circle chewed, and then caught round spit out. One night, my wife left work with the children, bought back a live fish, as usual, and forced me to eat. I have a bad habit of reading while eating, and as a result, a large thorn stuck in my throat, vinegar was also drunk, rice balls were also swallowed, and the fish thorn is stuck in my face, and refused to go. I had no choice but to go with my wife to the nearby hospital to the emergency room and ask the laryngologist to pull out the thorns. A fish cost a dollar and eighty cents, but the thorns cost more than two dollars, it was a waste of injustice.

It seems that I can't afford to eat fish anymore. Wife from a colleague, back to a simple machine for grinding soybean milk. My wife said soy milk without fat is good for the heart. So every night, the wife will be soaked soybeans, up at dawn to grind soy milk. Often it was more than four in the morning, and I was still writing. The wife simply got up and began to grind the bean paste with light feet and hands. In the darkness of the night before dawn, the humming sound of my wife grinding soybean milk blended softly with the rustling sound of my penmanship. My wife grinds without words, grinding my eyes to dampness. When the green morning sun streamed into the ancient well-like patio, a bowl of hot soybean milk had been placed on the desk.

In retrospect, the humming sound of my wife grinding soy milk and the rustling sound of my penmanship is not considered "whispers".