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Chapter 52 Marriage "Poisonous Chicken Soup"

Thinking of this, Sheng Yang sighed: "I don't know who invented the poisonous chicken soup of 'marrying anyone is the same', and it also misled a lot of people! Marrying different people must have different effects, even if you quarrel. There will always be conflicts and pains, but most of the time, the feelings and gains must be different. No matter what kind of relationship mode, there are good and bad, fortunate and unfortunate, suitable and inappropriate. The invention of this poisonous chicken soup Or they have a relatively low level of cognition, or they are the self-comfort of those who are unhappy in their marriages.”

"In this world, there is perfect love, but no perfect marriage." Qianhui said, "So, no matter what kind of marriage, if you are unhappy, you have to find a way to adjust it."

"What if it can't be adjusted?" Sheng Yang asked.

Qianhui thought for a while before answering: "If it is really impossible to adjust, or one party has made a substantial mistake, or finds that the other party has a particularly serious shortcoming, and there is no room for turning back, then we can only leave."

Although when she said the last sentence, Qianhui's voice was very low.However, every word touched Sheng Yang's heart.

Divorce, she really thought about it more than once.This time, especially seriously.

Qianhui's voice continued: "When two people get married, they marry each other's similarities. As far as the current situation is concerned, compared with Huang Jiaming, your cognitive level is higher than his, and you are more intelligent than him. Self-motivated, this is also where you are better than him. If he wants to catch up, it's not a big deal."

Sheng Yang thought for a while and sighed: "This may be an advantage in your opinion, but in his opinion, it is not an advantage."

After Sheng Yang finished speaking, Qianhui didn't immediately agree or make a statement.

Sheng Yang thought that it might be because she didn't express it very clearly, and when she was about to give an example, Qianhui smiled lightly, her expression was calm, and her tone was calm: "However, men are like this, and they usually can't bear their own emotions." My wife is better than myself. But if it is a woman outside, if the other party is beautiful and outstanding, they will drool with envy and secretly compare it with their own wife."

As soon as Qianhui said these words, Sheng Yang couldn't help being stunned!
At the same time, I secretly sighed in my heart: hit the nail on the head, hit the nail on the head!

After Sheng Yang returned home, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

Lele has already fallen asleep, while Huanhuan is still lying on the bed listening to fairy tales.

When she saw Sheng Yang, she quickly got out of the quilt, jumped on the bed and shouted: "Mom is back, I want my mother to sleep with me."

Sheng Yang stepped forward to hug Huanhuan, and then said: "Huanhuan, it's getting late. After nine thirty, you must go to bed and rest, you understand?"

"Yeah." Huanhuan was a little unhappy, "But I haven't finished listening to the story yet."

Sheng Yang looked at the phone, the story has just begun, and if it finishes playing, it will take about 10 minutes, so he said: "Huanhuan, this story is a bit long. If you must listen to it, you can listen to it when you wake up tomorrow morning, okay?"

"No!" Huanhuan rebuffed, with an extremely willful attitude, while jumping on the bed, while resisting, "I want to listen! I want to listen! I must finish listening! Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep!"

Sheng Yang found that since the Spring Festival, Huanhuan has become extremely capricious, and addicted to games, as if everyone must follow her around her, otherwise they will be rude, crying, and unreasonable.

Sheng Yang had no choice but to try to persuade Huanhuan, and finally managed to coax Huanhuan back.

After she took a shower and returned to the bed, Huanhuan had already fallen asleep. Under the dim light, her long eyelashes covered her lower eyelids, and her white and tender face looked extremely cute.The legendary little angel should look like this, right?

Seeing Huanhuan's innocent, peaceful and lovely appearance, Sheng Yang leaned down and kissed her gently on the forehead.

Unexpectedly, Huanhuan slowly opened her eyes after her kiss.

Sheng Yang was too scared to move, if Huanhuan woke up and made a fuss again, it would be even more difficult to fall asleep again
Sheng Yang stood where he was, observing Huanhuan silently.

Huanhuan turned her head, opened her eyes wide, looked at Shengyang, and suddenly asked, "Mom, did you kiss me just now?"

Huanhuan's voice is sweet and sweet, and her mischievous and willful appearance before going to bed no longer exists.

"En." Sheng Yang nodded, and then asked softly, "Did Mom wake you up?"

Huanhuan shook her head, and then said solemnly: "No. I had a dream just now, and I dreamed that my mother kissed me. In the end, you really kissed me. Do you think this is magical? Is this a tacit understanding?"

Sheng Yang was almost not amused by Huanhuan, but she quickly regained her composure, then lay down carefully beside Huanhuan, and then leaned close to her ear and asked softly, "It's all right now, The dream was also made, and the kiss was also kissed, so sleep well?"

But Huanhuan didn't seem to think about falling asleep immediately, but changed the subject suddenly, and said mysteriously, "Mom, I'll tell you a secret."

Sheng Yang turned his head involuntarily, looked at Huanhuan, and asked seriously: "What's the secret?"

Huanhuan laughed suddenly, and said, "Many children in our class already have codebooks."

Sheng Yang just felt a little nonsensical: Is this also a secret?But she still maintained a calm face: "Is it because there are many secrets to record?"

Huanhuan nodded very seriously: "Yes, because I want to write a diary."

Sheng Yang asked again: "Then, can mother read Huanhuan's diary?"

Huanhuan thought for a while, and suddenly laughed "haha", making Sheng Yang a little at a loss.

After half a minute, Huanhuan stopped laughing suddenly: "Of course I can watch it!"

Sheng Yang asked: "Since your diary can be read by mom, why do you need a password book?"

Huanhuan thought for a while, and then replied solemnly: "If you have a password book, you can guess the password first before you can read it! It's fun to read the diary while guessing the password!"

After hearing this, Sheng Yang thought Huanhuan was ridiculous and cute: So the code book was just for guessing the code game!
I have to say that the happiness of children is always so simple and pure, which is enviable.If the world of adults can be the same as that of children, will there not be so many helplessness and troubles?

When Sheng Yang turned his head again, Huanhuan had already fallen asleep, breathing evenly, with a peaceful face.

But Shengyang couldn't fall asleep, and her thoughts quickly returned to the scene of the conflict with Huang Jiaming not long ago, and the conversation with Qianhui in the coffee shop just now.

Thinking about it, she involuntarily sat up from the bed and walked towards Huang Jiaming's study room where he often played games.

When she walked to the door, she gently pushed the door open, and saw Huang Jiaming was facing her back, "fighting and fighting" with the opponent in the game. Because he was too involved in the game, he didn't even notice that the study door behind him opened I didn't even notice Sheng Yang standing at the door.

Standing there, Sheng Yang could only see the back of Huang Jiaming's head and his black T-shirt. She suddenly felt that since she lived with Huang Jiaming, it was like living in a black world.

In this way, although two people live together every day, they don't have too much words, let alone heart-to-heart communication.

Sad?Helpless?If it was before, she might answer "don't know".But at this moment, the feeling of sadness and helplessness has completely occupied her body and mind.

But is life like this?Although there is gravel everywhere, we also want to plant flowers on the gravel?

(End of this chapter)