Post Date December, 03 2023
I went home with a piece of paper on the door. I thought it was a small advertisement usually distributed on the door, but when I opened it, there was a picture on it. My wife, with her daughter and a strange man, smiled at the camera like a family of three and took a photo. The following text was closely packed. At a glance, words like "broken shoes, promiscuity, illegitimate children" flooded into my eyes.
Looking up, down, left and right, I found that almost every door in our building has a piece of such a4 paper inserted.
When I went home, I looked carefully and found that my daughter and this man were four or five points alike.
When my wife came back, she confessed everything before I had a seizure. That man is her boss, and they had a relationship long before they married me. This affair has continued to this day. As for her daughter, she also confessed that it was not mine.
A chill sprang up on my back. A woman who has lived together for seven or eight years day and night, and a deeply loved woman who has absolute trust, has such deep intentions and such terrible behavior. I don't know whether I should laugh at my own stupidity.
Without further explanation and petition, the wife has filed for divorce.
I divorced, and my wife took her daughter to go to her real father. The happy family broke up overnight. Of course, everyone in the community knows this, most of them are my colleagues, so I became the object of sympathy.
The feeling of being pointed at everywhere is like a sharp scalpel, which is stabbed in my heart.
When such a big event happened, my hands still did not tremble when I stood on the operating table. When I came down from the operating table that day and looked at myself in the mirror, I decided that from now on, I would only be a good doctor.
I decided to let go of all my feelings. Like the song, "Give me a cup of water to forget love", all the sincerity, go to him!
After the divorce, I became cynical and depressed. When I don't work, I go online and go to adult chat rooms. I can find a prey in a short time. After I get those women, I will drag them to the blacklist in a few days and never see them again.
In the unit, there are also female colleagues who have a good impression on me. Although I am a colleague, I still refuse to come. Gradually, my reputation for flirtatiousness spread, but what surprised me was that in the eyes of those women, the worse a man was, the more dangerous and attractive he was. They were afraid of me, but they could not resist my temptation.
My parents were extremely worried about my wanton behavior. My mother even cried and begged me to take it easy and find a good girl to marry and start a normal life. I promised, but I didn't take my parents' words seriously in my heart. I don't believe any women at all.
I have been wandering around for several years, and I think I have changed too much. I seem to have no sense of shame. In my opinion, any woman is like prey, and my interest in prey is also declining.
Others call me "love killer". I don't agree on the surface, but I'm scared inside.
Julie (pseudonym) was admitted to our hospital because of acute appendicitis. I was the doctor on duty that night, so I performed the surgery for her. This was a trivial operation, but when I went to the ward on the third day, the girl blushed when I looked at the edge of the knife, and that green expression made me feel interesting.
She is still a student. Generally speaking, such a 20-year-old girl is not my target. But I soon found that if I spoke to her, she would always blush and dare not look into my eyes, while her hands and fingertips were slightly trembling.
I specially called the female intern to remove the thread for her, but the intern soon came back to tell me that she was abnormal. I hurried to check that she was allergic to some medicine. After simple treatment, she soon recovered.
It's time for her to leave the hospital. I specially changed the shift and didn't want to cause trouble for myself. However, the little girl got my mobile phone number from the nurse. She called me and said she wanted to invite me to dinner. She wanted to thank me well.
A fool knows what she is thinking. I simply agreed. I gave her a chance to let her run. She would hit the gun by herself. Who is it?
The dinner that night was very restrained. She didn't talk much. She held a knife and fork in her trembling hand, and the dishes kept ringing. I asked the waiter to bring me a bottle of red wine, but she refused to drink it. After persuading and persuading, she reluctantly drank a glass. One cup down, she poured.
I carried her back to my home. When she was confused, I helped her finish her first time. To tell the truth, I felt particularly shameless at that time.
When she woke up in the morning, her eyes were wide open. When she understood what was going on, she cried "wow", then slapped me in the face and scolded me as "rogue".
The slap on the face made me hair. I said, "Miss, you didn't know what it was like when you were drunk last night. In front of so many people, you hugged me and said you love me. Don't you remember?"
Her face turned red and white, and she put on her clothes and ran away.
After work that day, I drove to Julie's school to find her. As soon as she saw me, her face was flushed with blood, like a peach blossom. It was really beautiful. In the end, she did not refuse to get on my car, nor did she refuse me to take her out to dinner. She just refused to drink when eating.
I sent her a large box of liqueur chocolate, saying it was my intention, and kept letting her eat
In this way, when she woke up the next day, I told her again: "You are drunk, hold me and won't go home. I have to bring you to me."
Her tears "pattered" and her young face was stained with tears. I suddenly thought of my daughter. For the first time in such a long time, I felt sour in my chest. I was very sad.
I have a submissive little lover.
I was angry, and she dared not breathe; I give her a smile and her eyes will shine like stars. I know that I am everything to Julie. As long as I call, no matter what she is doing, she will come to see me.
She cleaned my home clean, she studied my taste, my favorite music, and my hobbies. She is always nervous when facing me, and the eyes she looks at me are always full of love and admiration.
Once I got off the operating table, I came home exhausted and didn't want to move. Julie gently massaged me. At that moment, the past came into my mind, but I repressed it and said to her, "Don't touch me. I'm sweaty and dirty."
Before I finished, she replied, "I don't care!" and kissed me playfully.
I don't know if I like Julie, but I need the feeling of being loved. I felt very comfortable when I saw her blush and shy expression.
I gave her a key to the house so that she could come to me at any time. I even took her home to meet my parents. My parents liked her very much. They said that she was pure and not impetuous. They said they could see that she really liked me.
I also thought about whether we have a future. Julie is the only daughter in her family. Her family is in another place. If she graduates, can she stay here with me regardless of her parents? Besides, there is a difference of about ten years between us. I am old and she is still young. Who can guarantee that she will love me like this all her life?
If I encounter betrayal again, what should I do? I'm not going to take risks on this little girl.
However, I also came from my youth. I can understand that love at this time is undivided, so I don't want to refuse such love. Julie's love made my tired heart feel happy and peaceful for a moment.
However, such peace did not last long. For the first half of the year, I was tired of our relationship and felt that Julie was a burden. My restless heart began to stir again. Several times, I took different women home while she was away.
I was cold to Julie, and there were so many ambiguous phone calls and text messages, but instead of asking, she treated me better. When I was about to graduate, there were few courses. She cooked for me and cleaned my house every day. As soon as I got back, she put bath water for me, massaged me, and told me not to be too tired.
I was very upset and said to her, "I will never get married in my life. You also know what kind of person I am. You'd better leave me quickly!"
Every time she looked at me with tears in her eyes. I don't know why, when I saw Julie's tears, I would be more upset and feel that I had stepped into a swamp, getting deeper and deeper. I think, anyway, let her go.
I brought a woman home that day. Julie is away. Maybe she has gone shopping. The room still smells of lotus root soup. While kissing that woman, I heard the door ring once, and then nothing happened.
Julie didn't come back that night and hasn't come back since. The clothes and articles at home suddenly disappeared one day. Then, I received an express at work, which was my key.
The girl, Julie, disappeared in the sun like a soap bubble. Sometimes I feel a little trance, and I don't know if the girl who loves me to the point of no ego has really appeared.
Unexpectedly, after Julie left, I lost interest in those love games. I don't want to go online, and my life is completely silent, so I have to concentrate on my work.
More than half a year passed. One day, a girl came to me and slapped me in the face of so many people in the department. She said, "A shameless man makes others pregnant, and dare not take responsibility, rogue!" This is my second slap in the face. The girl is Julie's friend.
The girl told me that after leaving me and returning to school, Julie suddenly bled heavily one night and was sent to the hospital and diagnosed with ectopic pregnancy. After blood transfusion and removal of one ovary, she saved her life. I said, "Let me go and see her." The girl said contemptuously, "She has gone back to her hometown. You can't see her again. I'm just angry to find you. Remember, people are watching the sky, beware of retribution, hooligans!"
I smiled bitterly and didn't speak. Perhaps only then did I realize that the girl named Julie really disappeared from my life.
On duty at night, I went to the hotel at the gate of the hospital for dinner at more than two o'clock. There is a group of students at the next table. At a glance, I found a girl who looks like Julie. I stared at that for several times, and the more I looked, the more I looked. Of course, I know that girl is not Julie.
My colleague ordered a meal and asked for a lotus root soup. When the familiar smell wafted over, my heart was sore and tears came down
(Intern editor: Cai Junyi)
