Re: is thirty years old.
she held her mother's hand waiting at the operation room door, feeling connected to her mind, rolling in her chest without tears. At last, the doctor came out and announced that everything was going well. With tears in her mother's eyes, she said something she could not forget: "you see, you have to find someone to marry."
"all emotional moments are gone!" Chen Xiaohe was convinced. She found that if she had not married and had children, she would have failed in her mother's life.
Wang Mei's success is an end: she is sitting on a rocking chair and looking back on her life. At first she thought there would be a man on the rocking chair next to him, like the most romantic thing. Now she feels herself alone enough, whether she is richer or bankrupt at that time.
she finds it hard to expect her parents to be more efficient. In the age of the high building, one of her uncle's primary school did not graduate. She couldn't afford to marry a wedding ceremony. However, she sold the building materials between Beijing and Hebei and went home with a weekly bag of banknotes.
this once rebellious rich woman found herself to some extent a mother. Mother sees his father's affection for his daughter, and of course, his solid material foundation, "that's the ability to love." Two people live hand in hand, no more than second children. Wang Mei has begun to understand his mother's creed of wisdom.
"woman, learn to be weak." Sanlitun's "Mei Jie" wine is tipsy, with a playful tone.
compared with parents, female friends of the same age are Chen Xiaohe's more reliable reliance in this city. They gather together from time to time to share their lives with each other. Some 30 year old women have experienced divorce, while others have tempered in the trifles of marriage.
"it seems to be old." Chen Xiaohe always felt that a person's rental house was too quiet recently. She thought of raising a dog.
Zhang Ningning had two female roommates who had nothing to say. But the friendship broke up by a man. Two female roommates threw away their dishware in a Beijing restaurant. The housing agency then took away the deposit and the rest of the rent disappeared, and Zhang Ningning moved out. After that fight, she found a complete cup in her pocket. It was the last remembrance of that time. In this city, people and people are scattered almost daily.