It is said that the human eye has 576 million pixels, but it still can't understand people's hearts after all.

Everything in the past seems to be a long nightmare.

Tell me what happened.

1. I am a "mistress"

I met him in the first year of research. He is a master, and so am I. At that time, I took an elective course together, and the course was more difficult. There are more than a dozen candidates in the whole major, and everyone will soon get familiar with it.

My first impression of him is good, quiet and gentle, and he always speaks with a shallow smile.

Later, after class, everyone asked to go out to play together, and he took care of me. Some students began to boo us and make fun of us.

I'm still waiting. I wonder if he will confess. But every time he just smiled and said nothing.

After a long time, I slowly canceled this expectation. Since he has no intention, let's get along with ordinary classmates.

But just a month before he graduated, he confessed to me.

I was caught off guard and confused: he was about to graduate. Can we be together in different places?

Just a few days after I struggled, a girl suddenly contacted me, saying that she was his girlfriend and asked me to leave him.

I gave a wry smile. For nearly two years, he never said he had a girlfriend!

In this way, I was inexplicably "mistress"!

In two years, we have had countless exchanges. I thought we had gone from knowing each other to talking about everything. However, when you are "good" to me, you are not only hurting me, but also making me hurt another girl passively.

2. What should I do? My heart has softened.

After I broke up with him and his girlfriend for a long time, I buried myself in writing my thesis. Shuttling between the computer room and the dormitory every day, living a life of two points and one line.

Feelings can deceive, but studies can't. Being busy makes me feel practical and secure, and I really enjoy falling asleep when I am so tired.

Until one morning, I was the first to come to the computer room as usual. Hardly had I sat down when I heard someone knocking at the door. Looking up, the man is standing at the door! Shouldn't he have left after graduation? !

As if my pent-up anger suddenly broke out, I went straight to the door, forcibly pushed him out, and then turned and slammed the door.

The air seemed to condense, and I could only hear myself panting angrily.

"Please open the door ..." For a long time, he choked outside.

My brain is blank.

But my subconscious told me to get rid of him quickly, or else what should I do if the others in the computer room come late. So I got up and answered the door.

With a splash, he knelt in front of me. "I was wrong. Will you forgive me? "

I am stuck again.

I forgot when he got up and how we went downstairs together.

I only remember that he cried for a long time and repeatedly said he was sorry.

In the furnace city in July, the temperature was horribly high, and tears and sweat kept running down my cheeks.

What should I do? I'm soft-hearted

Later, I saw Qilu saying, "If you are soft-hearted to the derailed person, you are cruel to yourself."

That's great.

A person can spoil other people's feelings. How can you be sure that he won't spoil you?

A temporary weakness has planted an untimely bomb for myself in the future.

3. Short campus love

After that day, we fell in love.

He signed a good unit in his hometown, and there are still 20 days before he officially goes to work.

So in these short twenty days, we fully enjoyed campus love: watching movies together, eating together, walking around the campus hand in hand, while I was busy with my thesis, he did logistics, poured water, delivered meals and peeled fruits.

Later, before my birthday at the end of the month, we signed up for a tour group and went to the ancient city of Fenghuang.

Wet bluestone road, shallow river passing through the city, red sandstone wall standing on the shore, full of poetry. The picturesque scenery makes people feel very happy.

We walked hand in hand through the long bluestone rain lane, stopped to eat and drink in front of the busy food stalls, kept pressing the shutter of the camera in our hands, and locked the concentric lock engraved with our names on the cable bridge that had already carried the good wishes of countless couples.

I don't care what happened in the past. At the moment, I just look forward to the long future.

4. Stubborn persistence of long-distance love

The intense third year of graduate school is coming to an end in the constant revision of the thesis. During this period, he came to see me several times, but I really didn't have much time to spend with him, so I left in a hurry every time I met him. But at least I have a cell phone to keep in touch with. He greets me three times every morning and evening, and even if he doesn't see me often, his warmth has not diminished.

When we were looking for a job, we had our first fierce quarrel since we fell in love.

He wants me to go to his unit with him. But I study abroad all the year round and want to be close to my parents when I work. Besides, I have been to his hometown city twice. It is crowded and noisy, and the ground seems to be dirty forever. i really do not want to go.

Finally, I refused to compromise and signed up for my hometown school.

Many people advised us to break up. Every day, different people tell me all kinds of disadvantages in different places, including my family and best friends. Just when I was about to shake, I asked him, what are your plans? He said firmly that he didn't distinguish. I was so touched.

With this emotion and competition in my bones, my parents and friends and I are "tenacious" in the struggle. The more they disapprove, the more I insist.

So I made up my mind to start a long-distance relationship.

School life is very simple, preparing lessons, attending classes and occasionally getting together with colleagues. I have many holidays and often go to see him in his city. We both go out to travel when we are free.

A year later, a colleague had dinner. The director said that our major still has an enrollment index, then turned to me and asked with a smile: Is your family here?

Verb (short for verb) colleague

When the director asked me that day, I hesitated a little and agreed.

He was very excited when he told him the news. "I never thought I could teach in a university," he told me later. He always gave me the impression that he was introverted. Many times he wants to change, but he is afraid to break through himself. So he cherishes this opportunity.

Although it is a shoo-in, the process is still needed. The night before the interview, I accompanied him in the classroom to practice the examination questions over and over again: how to set the blackboard, how to start, how to draw out knowledge points and so on. I told him over and over again the experience I had summed up this year. His handwriting is not good, so I will teach him by hand. We didn't go back until we practiced locking the door in the teaching building that day.

The interview basically went smoothly, and after a series of routine procedures, we became colleagues.

After a long time in a different place, I can finally live together every day. The excitement can be imagined. At the beginning, we ate together, went to work together and talked about all kinds of trifles every day. He doesn't like to talk, so most of the time I talk endlessly, and he listens and laughs.

But after a long time, many problems began to appear.

I am used to getting up early and arranging things in an orderly way, but he likes to sleep late. When there is no class, he can sleep until noon, and I invite him to dinner after class. When there is a class, he also arrives at the office a few minutes early. I looked worried and couldn't help saying a few words to him, which naturally made him very unhappy. When I go out to play, I will buy whatever he likes without hesitation. He always blames me for wasting. Once I went out, my period just came, and my stomach was very painful. I asked him to buy me a hot drink. He hesitated for a long time, saying that there were still drinks to bring, or I would buy them after drinking them. I cried on the spot, and then I bought it myself.

Too many times, it is inevitable to be chilling.

When I go to work at ordinary times, I always get the envy of people around me: it's good that you two are together every day. I smiled politely.

But this thing of love, only the cold and warm self-knowledge.

Six. ? Who pays to write whose name?

Parents and friends began to urge us to buy a wedding room.

Just buy it. I started looking around with him.

During this period, I took a fancy to a place with convenient transportation. Downstairs are shopping malls and large supermarkets, and a very good colleague is also buying them. But he is too expensive.

Well, then look elsewhere.

Later, I went to see another community just a road away from Wanda. The location is also good, and there is a newly-built school next to it. But when the sales girl calculated the price for us, he hesitated again. Yes, it is still expensive.

So there is another argument. After that, I simply stopped expressing my opinions and bought whatever I wanted.

Finally, he took a fancy to a set in the northernmost suburb of the city. As he wishes, it is indeed much cheaper than the first two sets.

I have repeatedly told myself that it is not easy to be together, and there is nothing wrong with thrift. ....

In my spare time, I will browse the decoration style in magazines and think about how to decorate our future home.

I thought things would go as expected, buying a house, getting married, having children and spending the rest of my life together.

But when he signed the contract and came back with all kinds of materials, I realized that his name was written on all the formalities of the house and the purchase contract, and he had never discussed it with me before.

I took the contract and looked at the signature. I asked, why didn't you discuss it with me before signing it?

He said airily, there is nothing to discuss, who pays to write whose name.

Who pays to write whose name. Are we in business?

Hold back the fire in your heart. I say we talk it over.

He seems very cautious. Before I could speak, he said, "My father gave them all the money for working. I want to give them an account. The house must write my own name. " I don't know why this time is so neat.

I said I didn't care whether I wrote the name or not. You should at least discuss it with me! Isn't this house our future home?

As a result, he was even more excited, saying that it was the hard-earned money of his parents for most of his life. What if I don't marry him? What if you get married and leave?

Tears filled my eyes.

We're not married. You wanted a divorce!

The quarrel became more and more fierce that day. I only remember that at the end, he shouted, go and marry someone who is willing to write your name!

Is this really the name I care about?

Several days later, he didn't say a word. Occasionally, when we meet in the corridor, we pretend that we don't know each other and hurry away.

I sent him a text message: Break up.

He acquiesced.

In the last issue of A Wife's Romantic Journey, Cheng Lisha, who has been married for eleven years, is thought-provoking. She said: "When we are not married, it is easy to say I do, because love will make you brave. But we have been married for more than ten years, and everything I do is so difficult. "

We are not sure whether we can always understand and agree with each other in our later lives. When you are in love, it is relatively easy. If you are unhappy, it's a big deal. But when a girl decides to marry the people around her, it takes a lot of determination. She should get up the courage to integrate into another strange family and put away her headstrong temper to get along with them.

But if the other half doesn't understand what he cares about, how can he move forward hand in hand?

That house, in my heart, is my home for the rest of my life, but it has become the property I want to divide when you divorce.