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家与菜市场间的循环运动
周日，等到某人睡到自然醒后，磨蹭了半个世纪，终于出门去赶早市。拉上我的藕合色早市专用小车。某人拿好钱包手机钥匙。
都买好了，主要是买水果：油桃、苹果，还有在动物园看到的和小朋友吃的一样的大鸭梨。半载而归。
为了避免惨剧再次发生（上次自己去买菜，绿豆不小心放在小车最下面了，哎，到了楼下，塑料袋被车底的栏杆搿（ge）开了，绿豆撒了一地，把我心疼的啊。此后痛下决心，日后绝对要调整好车内物品），我调整了一下物品的上下顺序，某人不何意了，“就你穷事多”，说完还拽我本来就扎得很松的小辫，我顺手抡出我的胳膊，打中了某人的胃部（好像是）。某人一气，闪人了，撂蹄就自个先走了。可把我气坏了，您老人家走了，好，我让您后悔···不至于一辈子，也得一两个小时。
我拖着我的小车，桄榔桄榔的，走！找个凉快的地方呆他半天，看他急不急！于是乎，我想了想，不能去他能找到的地方，因为拖着小车，超市还去不了，哎，走吧。突然想到了一个较远的地方（不便透露地名，以免下次没地方去），我就桄榔到那。坐着，瞎看，折飞机、折狐狸、折东南西北、折纸鹤，渴了，吃个苹果，不脏不净吃了没病，蹭了蹭意思意思就啃了。恩，差不多，得1个多小时了，由于穿着短裙，不便躺下睡午觉，实在是无聊，就桄榔回家了。
本以为某人也许应该会在楼下等我，至少帮我把装着菜的小车拿上去啊，人影都没有！我抬，我抱，终于到了5楼，敲门，没人，按门铃，还没人，坐楼梯上歇着。某人一定去找俺去了。我这个美啊，可是他啥时候回来啊，我再坐，着凉了可完蛋了。下楼去看看，把小车挪放到门前就跑下楼了。到了小区大门那，左右张望了不到1分钟，嘿，他回来了，还看见我了（我是故意让他看见的，免得他再出去找）好啊，我这个美啊，赶紧往楼上跑，想着是不是应该再失踪一会。算了，不折腾他了。他没说话，开开门，我就跟着进去了。
他一屁股做到床上，看来找了好大一圈啊！！我实在憋不住，就坐到他对面，拍了一下他的大腿，皮笑肉不笑的问：“你找我找的很爽吧？”他立时也憋不住了，笑着严厉的说：“说，你躲到哪去了？”哈哈，笑死我了。他说他绕着市场走了2，3圈了，哈哈，难得有人喜欢市场和家之间的循环运动啊！！哈哈！
谁叫他抛弃我一个人先走的。如果万一在找我的路上看到，满地的菜，小车倒在一边，当然还有一滩的血，他后悔不后悔啊？呵呵，当然了，我的命是很大的。
谨此敬告天下有情人要珍惜眼前人啊！如果她跑出去，那说明她希望你把她追回来。第一次必须追回来，追回来后好好谈谈，杜绝外跑的习惯。哈哈，只要相爱，跑不跑都无所谓啦！
Dog’s Forgiveness and Trust
Few days ago, I saw a movie which I forgot its name again. Actually I just didn’t try to remember it to practice my memory. Anyway, it was about how dogs’ masters treated their dogs. There was a story told by one of the master, which I impressed very much.
When a dog was fed up just for meat and when the moment came, the master called for its name and of course the dog rushed over to him. He suddenly bashed its head with a hammer. The poor dog naturally ran away because it could not bear the pain. However, when he called its name again, the dog came to him again without any doubt. He swung the hammer again but this time the dog had never stood up.
Whenever I thought about this scene in the story, I could not help crying. I told my BF that he must learn forgiveness and trust from dogs, never hate me, must always trust me and love me.
I Love My Wife Section Three
Section Three
The next month or so, I had lived like an aristocrat. I always accompanied Xu Yong like lovers, appeared in varieties of high-level social salons. Everything was so real, but I still was like dreaming.
Ding Yu didn’t ask much about why I did not go home that night. When I went to work, my colleagues told me that Ding Yu even called them. I knew that Yu Ding must have learned my lying to him, but why did not he expose it? The relationship between me and Xu Yong was very secretive, and it was also difficult for Ding Yu to have those high-level social activities.
Ding Yu had changed and just kept writing back at home and never spoke if I didn’t ask him. His unclear attitude bored me, strangely, we started the Cold War.
Ding Yu started cooking his own meals, while Xu Yong and I had dinners in different Korean and French restaurants. Only once when I got back home and saw the messy kitchen and several sausages on the table, my heart suddenly came up a trace of guilt.
One day, Xu Yong and I were strolling in a mall. There was a lot of fancy clothing as if specifically designed for people like Xu Yong. I knew I was not such people, but the original vanity was satisfied.
When I was casually looking through the expensive clothes on both sides of the racks, Xu Yong’s footsteps suddenly stopped. Curiously, I looked at him; he did not look at me but said: “That man has been watching you.”
I looked towards his view. My body suddenly froze, and was nailed there.
Ding Yu.
I was flurried. He never came to this kind of places where he could not afford, and I had never had the dream of his showing up in front of us.
Ding Yu looked very complex, as if a lot of things hinged together. His eyes made my heart pain. I put aside Xu Yong and headed for Ding Yu: “Ding Yu, you listen to me … …”
Ding Yu turned and ran away.
I was frozen there, biting the lower lip, watching the direction where he disappeared without a move.
Xu Yong came over, held me and chuckled: “Well, stop watching, I send you home!” I leered at him and hated him for the chuckling. At that moment, I had a hint of fatigue and regret. I did not answer and just let him send me home.
At home, Ding Yu was smoking cigarettes one after another. In the light, the room was filled with the choking smoke. Only in this short time, Ding Yu seemed aged.
I looked at the familiar face which I had loved for five years and my eyes moisten.
Ding Yu puffed the cigarette deeply and then snuffed it: “Ran, since you are back, better go to bed early.”
His calm tone was greatly beyond my expectation. I was filled with anxiety, asked: “Don’t you … … have anything to ask me?”
He shook his head, made himself smile with frustration and sadness: “Not necessary. There are some things I do not know better than to know.” I bited the lip, softly said: “Yu, I … …”
Ding Yu waved his hands and interrupted my words, “Ran, never mind. I really do not want to hear. You and him, I knew already.” I suddenly looked at him but saw the bitterness at the corners of his mouth: “Remember, a lot of my classmates are living better than me. I had never believed what they said, but today I witnessed. I have not seen your happy looking for a long time like today when you are with him.”
Ding Yu lit another cigarette, took a deep puff, had some choked voice: “Ran, I am guilty.”
I cried. It wasn’t that he had no thoughts. I said: “Yu, let us re-start it, okay?”
Ding Yu just puffed the cigarette and looked at me coldly. That pale face made me dare not watch intently.
His silence gave me a clear answer.