CHOOSE LOUIS VUITTON

One by one cruel misunderstanding, confusion of the happy feet. When the fate of the deadlock was finally opened with the price, everything is too late. Then her mother came home with dignity, only to depart from our original intention.
married two years later, President to discuss with me to pick her mother from the countryside to spend their remaining years. Very hour Mr. father died, he was the only sustenance mother, his mother grew up in a person dependent for him to finish school. "Put up with hardships," the four characters used in the mother's body, is absolutely not an exaggeration! I repeatedly say, OK, right away to her mother to pack up a room with a balcony to the south, you can sun, the raising of flowers or something. President standing sunny room, spoke not a word, but held up in my room, a circular motion, in my claws to beg for mercy, the President said: "take our mother to go."
Tall Mr. I like close to his chest, feeling petite body ready to be arrested and stuffed into his pocket. When my husband and I refused to yield without a dispute, the President took me up in the head at the top of rickety, until I scared for mercy. This frightened me happy obsession.
grandmother in the country's habits are Gaibu Diao. I used to buy a bouquet of flowers placed in the living room, her mother could not bear it later: "You do not know baby save?" I said with a smile: "Mom, there are flowers blooming at home,Street thief brutally beat terror (of the communit, people feel better." Granny low his head and muttered, laughed Mr.: "Mom, this is the city people's habits, slowly, you get used to.
mother not say anything, but every time I bought flowers see back still can not help asking how much was spent, I said, he "Gee" smack. Sometimes, I buy big bags see things back home, she asked how much money that this amount of money, I - honestly answer, her mouth to suck more rings. Mr. screwed me in the nose, said: "You little fool Do not tell her the real price not to practice? "
Happy life gradually with discordant voices. Her mother could not understand my husband up and do the best breakfast. In her view, the big man to his wife cooking, how can the truth? Breakfast table, mother's face was often overcast, and I do not see installed. chopsticks mother Bianba confused jingling sound chaotic,Boys and girls, it is her silent protest.
I do dance teacher in the Children's Palace, jumping around had enough tired, and morning warm in bed, I do not want to throw away the enjoyment of this unique, so, I am dumb mother's protests. mother even music to help me do some household chores, she made me even more busy. such as She collected the garbage bags them altogether, said the sale of waste plastics such as save enough, and made home plastic bags full of waste; she was not willing to use dishwasher detergent, in order not to hurt her self-esteem, I had to secretly wash again.
time, I was washing dishes at night secretly saw her mother, her "pa" throw the door, lying in his room crying. Mr. dilemma, and afterwards, no night, Mr. talk to me, I spoiled,Job, please show them your ambitions, niggling, he does not for me. I am the fire and asked him: "What I did wrong? "Sir glared at me:" you can not give in a clean bowl do not eat dead people, right? "
Later, a long time, mother does not speak to me, began an embarrassing home atmosphere. In those days, sir, never get out alive, do not know who first teased good fun.
In order to prevent mother-son breakfast, duty-bound to take breakfast burn the "responsibility." Mr. mother looked happy to eat, look at me with eyes I did not do to condemn the wife's responsibility. In order to avoid embarrassed, the way to work I had to buy a package sent their milk. sleep, sir asked me a little angry: "Lo Tik, is not anything against my mother was not home cooking is not clean to eat? "Turned a body, he tossed me back despite the cold, I pity the tears. Finally, the President sighed:" Lo Tik, it was to me when you eat breakfast at home, right? "I had breakfast on the back embarrassing.
That morning, I drank her mother burned the porridge, suddenly burst nausea, stomach everything is rushing out to run, and I desperately do not suppress the Chung them up, but still did not hold him down, I dropped the bowl and rushed into the bathroom, vomited rare in Wow. When I break the peace back when mixed with the native dialect see her mother's complaints and crying, stood Mr. bathroom door looked at me angrily, I dry mouth Zhang was speechless, I did not mean to. my husband and I started the first bitter quarrel, seeing her mother stared at us first, and then got up and hobbled out to the. Mr. bitterly look at me, her mother went downstairs to recover.
accident usher new life, suddenly put an end to the mother's life!
three days, He failed to return home, even the phone. my righteousness was, since the mother to think about, I have wronged myself enough, but also how do I like? inexplicably, I always want to vomit, there is no appetite to eat anything, with a mess of the family, feeling bad to the extreme. Later, or colleague said: "Lo Tik, you look bad, or go to the hospital to see it. "
Hospital's result was that I was pregnant. I understand why I suddenly morning vomiting, happiness sandwiched trace Resentment: President and as a mother of someone who, how come they did not think of it?
; in the hospital gate, I saw President. just not seen for three days, he was haggard and a lot. I wanted to turn left, but his appearance makes my heart, did not hold back, I called him. Mr. Along voice saw me, but do not seem to know, eyes can not hide a hint of disgust hospital, they cold to hurt me. I tell myself to look at him not to see him say, hand blocking a taxi. then I think about Mr. Xiang shouted: "Dear baby, I will bear you up! "He then lifted up a happy spin. I hope did not happen. In the cab, my tears was slow to fall. Why let the love of a bad argument to such an extent? Home, I lying in bed like, would like his eyeful of disgust. I hold the quilt in the corner crying.
night at home with the sound turned drawer. turn on the light, I saw tears in the face of Mr.. He is money. I looked at him coldly, quietly. He told me seen as not seen, took the book and the money left in a hurry. Perhaps the President is intended to completely leave me. really sensible men, love and money share so clearly. I snorted a few tears, "Raining Cats and" flow down.
next day, I did not go to work. would like to thoroughly clean up your own mind, looking for a good round of talks, Mr., Mr. find a company secretary somewhat looked at me, said: "President Chen's mother had an accident, it is the hospital. "I'm dumbfounded.
Rushed to the hospital, Mr. find when her mother was gone. President has never look at me, his face stiff. I looked at her mother skinny pale face, tears can not hold back: days What! how could this be? until the burial of the mother, sir, did not say a word to me, or even look at me, all with a deep disgust.
on the accident, I understand from someone else mouth to about, stumbled after her mother went out to go to the station, she wanted to go home, sir, the faster it goes the more chasing her across the road, hit a bus head-on I've finally come ... ...
Mr. understand the offensive, if that morning I did not vomit, if we do not quarrel, if ... ... in his mind, I was indirectly killed his mother, a sinner.
moved in silence, Mr. mother's room, all covered with the alcohol to come back every night. And I have guilt and poor self-esteem was overwhelmed, want him to explain, to say to him we will soon have children, but looked at him the cold eyes and took all the words are swallowed back. I prefer to call Mr or curse me out for my meal, although all accidents are not my intent.
suffocating day one day at a repeat go home, Mr. Time is night. We are deadlocked with, even embarrassed than strangers. I was tied knot his heart.
time, I passed a restaurant, through the transparent windows, I see President and a young girl sitting face to face, he gently Longle Long hair for girls, I understand everything. first stay, and then I entered the restaurant,123456, Mr. stood in front of tightly staring at him, eyes not a single tear. I did not want to say, have nothing to say. girls look at me, look at my husband, stand up and want to go, my husband hold her hand, and then doing the same, never back down, looking at I. I can hear my heart beat slow, what about dying like jumping in the pale edges.
lost is me, If we stand down, I will fall with the stomach of a child .
that night, sir, not home, he let me understand this way: As the mother's death, our love is dead. President never to return. Sometimes, I came home from work, see the wardrobe too passive - the President came back to take a little something of my own. I do not want to call him, still trying to explain to him the original idea of something, everything is completely lost.
me life, a person to the hospital for physical examination, often saw a man leaning on his wife to do careful physical examination, my heart broken I could not get looks. colleagues advised me to knock down the subtle forget, I firmly say no, I'm crazy Like to give birth to this child, can be considered compensation for the death of the mother, my coming back, sir, sitting in the living room, the President looked at me, look complicated, like me.
my side of the coat solution button while in his heart said to myself: "Do not cry Do not cry ... ..." eyes hurt, but I do not let their tears. hung coat, sir, in my eyes death Siding already bulging stomach. I smiled, went over to drag the paper, without even looking, sign their name onto him. "Ludi, you pregnant? "Since the mother after the accident, Mr. This is the first time talking to me. I can no longer power over the eyes, tears" Crash 'to flow down. I said: "Yes ah, but nothing that you can go."
President did not go dark, we looked at. President lying to me slowly, tears penetrate the quilt. In my mind, a lot of things have been for a long time, even if I run all the way to not get up. Mr. do not remember how many times told me that "sorry\. We draw the heart in each other deep wounds. I do not mean to; he is deliberate.
look forward to be ironed out, but the past is no longer over again!
addition to the children think of belly warm when the heart is, while the President, my heart cold frost, do not eat anything he bought, not any of his gift, do not talk to him. Starting from the signature piece of paper, marriage and love in my heart all dead. Sometimes, trying to return to the bedroom, Mr., he came, I went to the living room, sir, back to her mother's room to sleep. Night, sometimes from the President's room came a slight groan, and I squeak. This is his habit of playing tricks in the past as long as I ignore him, he pretend to be sick, I would obediently surrender his concern for how, and he grabbed me laugh. He has forgotten, then I would feel bad because there are love, now what have we? Mr.
off with moaning adjourned to the birth of a child. His children almost every day to buy things, baby products, children products, as well as children like books, bags, and driven him to the room filled with.
I know he is such a way that touched me, and I have been unmoved. He had kept in a room with a computer "Pilipala" typing along, perhaps he is online dating, but I already do not care what happened.
switch to a night in late spring, severe abdominal pain, let me call out, sir, a scissors-lunge rushed, as if He does not even undress to sleep, as is the moment such as this. I ran downstairs on her own, Mr., Blocking, along the way tightly gripping my hand, kept me wipe the sweat from his forehead. To the hospital, I go out into the obstetric run on her own. Lie in his lean, warm back, a thought suddenly entered the mind: the students, who would like him love me? President escorted the delivery room door, look at me go, nice and warm eyes, I endured the pain of his smile. Out from the delivery room, looked at me and son, Mr., his eyes moist smile smile ah, ah. I touched something in his hand. President looked at me, smiled, and then, slowly and wearily down to the soft tatami.
pain I call his name ... ...
President laughed, did not open my tired eyes ...
I assumed that he had a tear for the President, the fact that never had such intense pain, ripping at my body. The doctor said, my husband's liver cancer is discovered late, he will stick so long is absolutely a miracle. When I asked the doctor discovered? The doctor said five months ago, and then comforted me: "prepare to die right."
I ignored the nurses block, home, rushed into the room to open the computer, Mr., heart pain suddenly been stifled. Mr.
liver cancer five months ago, had discovered his moan is true, I actually thought ... ...
computer, 20 million words, is the son of a message addressed to President: children, for you, I have been insisted that a longer waiting to see you fall, is my biggest wish ... ... I know that your life will be a lot of fun or frustration, if I can accompany you through the growth of process, which is how happy, but my father do not have this chance. Dad on the computer, you may encounter problems in life to write down, so when you encounter these problems, you can refer to his father's views on ... ...?
My dear, dear child,Long live the understanding!, wrote this more than 20 million words, I feel like to accompany you through the entire process of growth. Really, Dad very happy. To love your mother, she was very hard, is the person who loves you, but also the people I love ... ... from his son to the kindergarten to primary school, secondary school, college, work and other aspects of love, micromanager have written to. Mr.
wrote to me: Honey, you married the greatest happiness of my life, forgive me for the damage to you, forgive me hide the illness, because I want you to have a good mood to wait for the child's birth ... ... Dear, if you cry to show that you have to forgive me, I laugh, thank you always love me ... ... these gifts, I am afraid there is no opportunity to personally give a child, would you each year for I sent him several gifts, packaging box gifts have written the date ... ...
back to the hospital, sir, still in a coma. I hold over his son, on his side, I said: "You open your eyes laugh, I want his son to remember the warmth of your arms ... ..."
difficult to open his eyes, Mr., smiled slightly. Son nestling in his arms, dancing with their little pink hands.
I "rattled" by the shutter, the tears flowing in the face of wanton ... ...