then crossed over to work

When he raised his head in the early hours of the next morning, he saw me sitting on the bedside and was surprised to ask, "What happened so early?
"Who is Qian?" I asked faintly.
"Qian do not know!" He avoided my eyes, put on shoes to the bathroom, I told the past again asked: "Who is Qian?"
"You sick?" He looked at me coldly, as if I was a vexatious madman.
"You do not say, I will knock down the child." I told him coldly.
"Casual!" He shouted, then crossed over to work.
My heart plunged deep into the valley at this moment as the door closed heavily behind me.
That day I went to the hospital, the doctor told me that my month to do induction of labor is very dangerous, I am also a nurse can not be unclear, after a strong mental slaughter, I did not remove the belly child.
When I came back to my parents' house, I bought an apple. My mother blamed me for not carrying heavy things. I did not lack anything in my house. I looked at it, and I really did not lack the house. Of course, I do not need my mother. Will hurt my God because of my sadness. I do not want my parents to be anxious to get angry with me. I returned home in the evening.
That place is no longer my happy harbor, but I have nowhere to go.
He saw me not surprised, did not care about me, but did not ask me why I did not cook, wash, he lay in the bedroom bed, soon snoring.
In his snoring, I deeply realized that I did not have a place in his heart, or he would not sleep so sweet, I could not help but want to revenge him, went to his company, to find his parents Crying, to seek the sympathy of all human beings, and then turn himself into a bone revealing poor people.
Really want to do this? He will care more about me than I do now when I do this. I think he will hate me more. So I want to countless ways to revenge him, and then they were shot one by one, why I think he was brave, why I have to work hard for his lungs, he made a mistake, not me.
Interlinked, my mood suddenly cheerful, sleep until big dawn, the next day I did breakfast, did not prepare for him, I still did not take his rice at night, we sleep in bed and separated from each other . He did not say a word to me until the child was born, and I naturally did not go to find him troubled.
His son is very beautiful, in order to give birth to him, I almost died, postpartum hemorrhage, the doctor looking for him to sign, his eyes red.
He said afterwards that if I had to go, he would live in guilt all his life. I do not know his words are true or false, I do not want to research, all my spirit on the son who ignored him, he began to dissatisfaction with my attitude, but he could not blame me what, but added Pleased means to send me some jewelry or buy toys. I will not hesitate to accept his things, but his attitude unchanged.
The extraordinary beauty of that night moonlight, I sat on the balcony with my son to enjoy the moonlight, he slowly came to sit by my side, I looked up at the moon did not say anything.
A long time later, he gently said. "I am sorry!"
I am indifferent.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end did not say it, and I continue to look at my sky, some confused some gloomy and some melancholy.
"Dad hugs ... ..." The son opened his hand at this time, flew into his arms, he laughed flatly, loudly teased his son, laughing particularly happy.
I wrapped my clothes tightly, a little cold, I really hope there is a warm embrace, can stop me at this moment into the arms. Unfortunately, behind only the merciless reality and a do not know when the home will be broken. pop over to this website | helpful resources | find out | their explanation | read this | click site | click for more | read here