That night, my son and the butler both slept; I left me lying on the bed alone, enjoying the classical music played on the speaker, and leisurely flipping through the photobook page by page
But unlike before, I was very calm and didn’t feel that anxiety. Maybe it was because I just washed my face and applied skin care cream before going to bed, and then went into the bedroom, and I never checked myself in the bathroom. Isn’t it because of my body?
The photo album from college was filled with photos of myself and my classmates in the dormitory, tourist photos of famous places and tourist attractions in Taiwan; birthday celebrations, dresses and eating patterns at banquets; there were also jokes and fights among close friends in my boudoir;...
As I watched, I couldn't help but fall into the memory of the happy time in the past
Of course, there are many things, because my love beans were just beginning to bloom, and my admiration for some male classmates; and especially my secret love for a named Xu Libin
Even though the secret love ended with the secret love, it never blossomed and bears fruit. [See Confession 5, and written by Zhu Guanqiu Xiaoqing's Lover Chapter 1-2] But it was always one of the last days in my heart.
But unfortunately...
Not long after I graduated from college, I married my husband; then followed him to study in the United States.
I saw from the photos of a large group of people seeing off at the airport: I was wearing fashion in the late 1970s, wearing sunglasses, covering my face; but my pursed mouth didn't have a smile at all
I only remember that I was in a daze at that time, and I didn’t understand why I took this path; a journey abroad that has no room for self-help and cannot be controlled at all?
But at that time, everyone, even my mother, told me: I should accept the arrangements of my family, obey my husband's will, help him complete his studies as soon as possible, and get a degree; at the beginning of his business, take good care of the family and share his worries; in this way, my future will be happy and my life will be carefree.
Quickly turn a few pages of photos of my husband studying in the snowy town of Medison, because I don’t want to reminisce about the life of having no worries in food and clothing, but I feel depressed.
I have read a lot of books and read a lot of novels.
I imagine that I am longing for the feeling of being loved by a man; even if that man is not a husband, I seem to be willing to accept him
From the woman described in the novel, I learned that truly loving a man will make her crazy; but it can also make her look radiant and beautiful.
Why……?
Because her heart is filled with the happiness of love, the soul flies in joy
My eyes only rest on one frame in Maicheng's photo
It was that time, when Xu Libin and a group of college classmates drove from East China, they finished eating dumplings at my house and took a photo of them.
In the photo, Xu Libin sat obliquely on the carpet, smiling at the camera, almost like a big boy
That night, their group of people were sleeping on the floor in the living room.
And I, lying next to my husband on the bed, was Xu Libin, who was thinking about in my mind.
In the autumn of the same year, in a letter to Xu Libin, I said that I picked up a maple leaf and sent it to him. It was dry, with red in golden yellow and a perfectly shaped leaf; when my hand touched it, it would make a gentle rustling sound.
I asked him if he heard it?
Xu Libin replied: He received it, and he also heard the sounds I heard in my heart.
From then on, I think: he is my true intimacy in this life
Because the maple leaves delivered through the text are still stuck in a book on the shelf; but what he received is my heart, full of joy and joy!
[Zhu Guanqi didn't know about the small episode above, and Xiaoqing's lover was not written either]
********************
In addition to Xu Libin, the collected photos also include several other men
In the photo, their faces are big and they can see clearly; so I insisted not to put them in another envelope and hide them at the bottom of the drawer, so that if my husband saw them, he would be suspicious.
Especially, the men among them are single and unmarried; even if they have to explain, they can’t explain it clearly!
I jumped out of bed, went to the toilet to remove the urine, and then returned to the bed with the envelope.
Among these men, Xiao Xinyi's appearance impressed me the most
He is an unmarried man I met at a social party after I returned to Taiwan after studying.
Really handsome, handsome, very attractive to women
When I first met him, I only said a few polite words and did nothing else
But after meeting again at another banquet and having more conversations, Xiao Xinyi boldly called home and asked me to pick it up alone.
He invited me to see an art exhibition, saying it was an exhibition by a friend artist, Zhuang Rong; he said that he had several new works, which were very worthy of viewing.
Because I didn't know how to refuse, I agreed to go to the appointment
After watching, we walked to a pretty elegant cafe in the East District and chatted for a long time in the private room seat.
Before breaking up, Xiao Xinyi suddenly grabbed my hands, his eyes flashed with passionate light, and asked me if I could date him again?
I hurriedly struggled to pull my hand back, shook my head and said that it was impossible; he let go, asking for forgiveness with apologetic attitude
I nodded and said: I don’t blame you, I’m just curious why you are interested in me?
Xiao Xinyi then regained his cool smile and said that because he admired my temperament too much, he felt an irresistible attraction; so he lost his composure and recklessly
Although I have never seen him again after breaking up with Xiao, I received a letter and a photo attached to him on the third day after watching the art exhibition. The letter only talks about the numbers: I am grateful to me for coming to the appointment and share the beauty of art with him.
The photo was taken by me and I standing in front of Zhuang Rong's painting; because when he asked his friends to take photos of us at the exhibition venue, I couldn't explain and didn't have the courage to refuse.
I kept this photo and took it out occasionally. I remember every time: Xiao Xinyi is the first person among all men to praise me and talk about me being attractive.
But looking at us in the photo, I also think he is very attractive!
********************
The second man is actually not what I know; he is a distant relative in his family named Zhou Jichao
He is similar to me, but in terms of age, he is a generation younger than me. He should call me aunt
I have met many family gatherings, including at my wedding, but I have never dated them
Until I returned to Taiwan and stayed there for three years, he wrote several letters to express his admiration for me and gave me a photo of him holding his chin and acting like a young man, Witt.
On the one hand, I felt funny in my heart, but how could he have such infatuation? On the other hand, I thought that I was all married women, but someone was fascinated by me and felt very happy.
I wrote a pretty decent reply, in a kind tone and speech, indicating that I also admire him; and wish him a successful career in the future and a timely search for his ideal partner.
But Zhou Jichao didn't give up and still wrote to me continuously; he said that he had liked me since middle school, but he had never had the chance to confess his love
He also told me: Many years ago, he saw me walking home after school on the streets of Taipei, and I kept following me and followed me, but I didn't know. From then on, he often deliberately waited on my way home to look at me.
I simply couldn't imagine that this kind of plot like the pure love in Qiong Yao's novel would actually happen in real life, and my heart couldn't help but tremble.
In particular, Zhou Jichao also described a Saturday afternoon, braved the heavy rain, waiting for me to walk home from the North to a girl in the North at Ren'ai Road and Jinshan Street.
When he saw me holding an umbrella and crossing the road, his heart almost jumped out; because he wanted to suddenly appear in front of me and ask to take an umbrella to come to my house, but he had no courage
I had to keep following me regardless of my body being soaked
He said: At that time, the sidewalks of Renai Road were paved with red bricks, and many of the bricks had been damaged; the pits and holes on the ground all turned into silver-white small pools with raindrops leaping wildly
He said: The rain is getting heavier and heavier. Even if he holds an umbrella, he can't cover the black skirt under the green clothes and is wet by the rain. Finally, he saw that I simply put away the umbrella and let the pouring rain drip directly, soaking the clothes and covering my whole body. He ignored it and continued to walk in the rain.
And he continued to follow me; until he watched me turn into the alley, unlock and push the door and go home, he left with ecstasy with ecstasy
Zhou Jichao said: Although it was a past seven years ago, he would never forget that afternoon; because what he saw was not only my soaked clothes and the body; but the same as him, under the rainstorm, he felt that wild heart that could abandon everything and fully draw.
I have read this page in the same envelope with the photo hidden, I don't know how many times I have read it
Every time I read it, my heart will fluctuate; at the same time, I feel shrouded in his innocence, full of poetic warmth
Even though I have never met Zhou Jichao alone for so many years, let alone in love!
********************
The third man is the photographer who helped me and my husband take wedding anniversary photos
Named xxx
That year when I returned to Taiwan, my mother-in-law asked my husband to take me to take wedding anniversary photos so that I could leave a souvenir
After taking indoor photos in the photography room, we drove to the Yeliu Beach to take outdoor photos with scenery
Five days later, I went to the photo studio to view the sample as agreed. I was very satisfied with the results and asked the photographer if he could ask me to take the sample back to see the teacher. Then I called him to print it?
He nodded happily and agreed, saying that there are some more artistic photos, would I be willing to refer to them?
Seeing that it was still early, I followed him into the photography room and read his works
After a while, the assistant said goodbye and went out for lunch. The closed photography room was only left with him and me.
When I saw what he called black and white art photos, almost all of them were naked women, my heart pounded and my breathing became rapid
But I thought to myself that the photographer should be a decent person; even if he wants to take nude photos, I will not do anything to me if I refuse to agree!
Besides, every naked girl in the photo is really artistic. If I look at it, I will feel uneasy, but I will feel evil in my heart.
However, the blame is in these photos: all naked women cannot see their faces; either outside the camera, they lower their heads, are covered by their hair hanging down, or face the camera with their backs to the camera, and only see their necks.
But the beauty of Zhang Zhang's body is quite suffocating to me
The photographer asked me if I were interested in this kind of photo?
It is also said that no matter how a woman looks, he has a way to take pictures of beautiful and vivid colors and full of artistic atmosphere; and in his eyes, many parts of my body are very suitable.
My face turned red by his comments; but I thought to myself, I just had no confidence in my figure; if there were photos showing my beauty, wouldn’t it be able to enhance my confidence?…
The only thing is that I have never taken off my clothes in front of a man in my life and was naked; taking nude photos is something I can't do!
I asked voluntarily: If you take artistic photos, can you just take pictures of them without taking off your clothes?
He touched the goatee, shook his head and said with a smile: You must take it off. Only by taking it off can you show the beauty of art, otherwise it will be a sexy photo!
Then, that day in the photo studio, of course I didn't agree to the photographer to take my nude photos
On the contrary, in the photography room where customers never came to the door, the two started chatting in the classical jazz music played softly; and they chatted for half an afternoon
Before leaving, he gave me an invitation to hold a photography exhibition in two weeks and invited me to visit. He also gave me a frame of his own black and white photography, and signed the name.
On the way home, I recalled the first few words xxx said to me: In fact, in his eyes, women wearing some clothes will be more sexy than women who are naked.
Because once you take off your body, only the beauty of nature will appear, and you will no longer be sexy; instead, you need to use photography skills to use light, shadow, composition, and body posture and posture to bring out your spirit and aura to become a beautiful work of art
Second: [Because I asked him: Why dare to take nude photos to a married woman? Are you not afraid that my husband will find out and cause trouble for him? I also asked: Is it recommended to take nude photos to every woman?]
His answer was: From observing my body and verbal interactions with my husband, I guess my husband is just as handsome as a boss, but he can't control me; I can do anything I want to do
The reason why he suggested taking nude photos was because he judged that I could appreciate artistic creation, which had a temperament that was unburned even though he married a businessman; and the charm that not every woman had
Now, I looked at this signed photo of xxx, remembering the car back home, and when I recalled what he said, my face was full of smiles.
I also remember that I brought my cousin to accompany him to see his photography exhibition and found that there were many photos of naked women hanging in the venue, which I had seen; I thought in my heart: If I promised him to take nude photos, my body would probably become a work of art!...
When xxx came over to thank me, his eyes kept staring at me; it made me embarrassed, but at the same time it felt hot, and it became so sexy that it became so sexy.
But unlike before, I was very calm and didn’t feel that anxiety. Maybe it was because I just washed my face and applied skin care cream before going to bed, and then went into the bedroom, and I never checked myself in the bathroom. Isn’t it because of my body?
The photo album from college was filled with photos of myself and my classmates in the dormitory, tourist photos of famous places and tourist attractions in Taiwan; birthday celebrations, dresses and eating patterns at banquets; there were also jokes and fights among close friends in my boudoir;...
As I watched, I couldn't help but fall into the memory of the happy time in the past
Of course, there are many things, because my love beans were just beginning to bloom, and my admiration for some male classmates; and especially my secret love for a named Xu Libin
Even though the secret love ended with the secret love, it never blossomed and bears fruit. [See Confession 5, and written by Zhu Guanqiu Xiaoqing's Lover Chapter 1-2] But it was always one of the last days in my heart.
But unfortunately...
Not long after I graduated from college, I married my husband; then followed him to study in the United States.
I saw from the photos of a large group of people seeing off at the airport: I was wearing fashion in the late 1970s, wearing sunglasses, covering my face; but my pursed mouth didn't have a smile at all
I only remember that I was in a daze at that time, and I didn’t understand why I took this path; a journey abroad that has no room for self-help and cannot be controlled at all?
But at that time, everyone, even my mother, told me: I should accept the arrangements of my family, obey my husband's will, help him complete his studies as soon as possible, and get a degree; at the beginning of his business, take good care of the family and share his worries; in this way, my future will be happy and my life will be carefree.
Quickly turn a few pages of photos of my husband studying in the snowy town of Medison, because I don’t want to reminisce about the life of having no worries in food and clothing, but I feel depressed.
I have read a lot of books and read a lot of novels.
I imagine that I am longing for the feeling of being loved by a man; even if that man is not a husband, I seem to be willing to accept him
From the woman described in the novel, I learned that truly loving a man will make her crazy; but it can also make her look radiant and beautiful.
Why……?
Because her heart is filled with the happiness of love, the soul flies in joy
My eyes only rest on one frame in Maicheng's photo
It was that time, when Xu Libin and a group of college classmates drove from East China, they finished eating dumplings at my house and took a photo of them.
In the photo, Xu Libin sat obliquely on the carpet, smiling at the camera, almost like a big boy
That night, their group of people were sleeping on the floor in the living room.
And I, lying next to my husband on the bed, was Xu Libin, who was thinking about in my mind.
In the autumn of the same year, in a letter to Xu Libin, I said that I picked up a maple leaf and sent it to him. It was dry, with red in golden yellow and a perfectly shaped leaf; when my hand touched it, it would make a gentle rustling sound.
I asked him if he heard it?
Xu Libin replied: He received it, and he also heard the sounds I heard in my heart.
From then on, I think: he is my true intimacy in this life
Because the maple leaves delivered through the text are still stuck in a book on the shelf; but what he received is my heart, full of joy and joy!
[Zhu Guanqi didn't know about the small episode above, and Xiaoqing's lover was not written either]
********************
In addition to Xu Libin, the collected photos also include several other men
In the photo, their faces are big and they can see clearly; so I insisted not to put them in another envelope and hide them at the bottom of the drawer, so that if my husband saw them, he would be suspicious.
Especially, the men among them are single and unmarried; even if they have to explain, they can’t explain it clearly!
I jumped out of bed, went to the toilet to remove the urine, and then returned to the bed with the envelope.
Among these men, Xiao Xinyi's appearance impressed me the most
He is an unmarried man I met at a social party after I returned to Taiwan after studying.
Really handsome, handsome, very attractive to women
When I first met him, I only said a few polite words and did nothing else
But after meeting again at another banquet and having more conversations, Xiao Xinyi boldly called home and asked me to pick it up alone.
He invited me to see an art exhibition, saying it was an exhibition by a friend artist, Zhuang Rong; he said that he had several new works, which were very worthy of viewing.
Because I didn't know how to refuse, I agreed to go to the appointment
After watching, we walked to a pretty elegant cafe in the East District and chatted for a long time in the private room seat.
Before breaking up, Xiao Xinyi suddenly grabbed my hands, his eyes flashed with passionate light, and asked me if I could date him again?
I hurriedly struggled to pull my hand back, shook my head and said that it was impossible; he let go, asking for forgiveness with apologetic attitude
I nodded and said: I don’t blame you, I’m just curious why you are interested in me?
Xiao Xinyi then regained his cool smile and said that because he admired my temperament too much, he felt an irresistible attraction; so he lost his composure and recklessly
Although I have never seen him again after breaking up with Xiao, I received a letter and a photo attached to him on the third day after watching the art exhibition. The letter only talks about the numbers: I am grateful to me for coming to the appointment and share the beauty of art with him.
The photo was taken by me and I standing in front of Zhuang Rong's painting; because when he asked his friends to take photos of us at the exhibition venue, I couldn't explain and didn't have the courage to refuse.
I kept this photo and took it out occasionally. I remember every time: Xiao Xinyi is the first person among all men to praise me and talk about me being attractive.
But looking at us in the photo, I also think he is very attractive!
********************
The second man is actually not what I know; he is a distant relative in his family named Zhou Jichao
He is similar to me, but in terms of age, he is a generation younger than me. He should call me aunt
I have met many family gatherings, including at my wedding, but I have never dated them
Until I returned to Taiwan and stayed there for three years, he wrote several letters to express his admiration for me and gave me a photo of him holding his chin and acting like a young man, Witt.
On the one hand, I felt funny in my heart, but how could he have such infatuation? On the other hand, I thought that I was all married women, but someone was fascinated by me and felt very happy.
I wrote a pretty decent reply, in a kind tone and speech, indicating that I also admire him; and wish him a successful career in the future and a timely search for his ideal partner.
But Zhou Jichao didn't give up and still wrote to me continuously; he said that he had liked me since middle school, but he had never had the chance to confess his love
He also told me: Many years ago, he saw me walking home after school on the streets of Taipei, and I kept following me and followed me, but I didn't know. From then on, he often deliberately waited on my way home to look at me.
I simply couldn't imagine that this kind of plot like the pure love in Qiong Yao's novel would actually happen in real life, and my heart couldn't help but tremble.
In particular, Zhou Jichao also described a Saturday afternoon, braved the heavy rain, waiting for me to walk home from the North to a girl in the North at Ren'ai Road and Jinshan Street.
When he saw me holding an umbrella and crossing the road, his heart almost jumped out; because he wanted to suddenly appear in front of me and ask to take an umbrella to come to my house, but he had no courage
I had to keep following me regardless of my body being soaked
He said: At that time, the sidewalks of Renai Road were paved with red bricks, and many of the bricks had been damaged; the pits and holes on the ground all turned into silver-white small pools with raindrops leaping wildly
He said: The rain is getting heavier and heavier. Even if he holds an umbrella, he can't cover the black skirt under the green clothes and is wet by the rain. Finally, he saw that I simply put away the umbrella and let the pouring rain drip directly, soaking the clothes and covering my whole body. He ignored it and continued to walk in the rain.
And he continued to follow me; until he watched me turn into the alley, unlock and push the door and go home, he left with ecstasy with ecstasy
Zhou Jichao said: Although it was a past seven years ago, he would never forget that afternoon; because what he saw was not only my soaked clothes and the body; but the same as him, under the rainstorm, he felt that wild heart that could abandon everything and fully draw.
I have read this page in the same envelope with the photo hidden, I don't know how many times I have read it
Every time I read it, my heart will fluctuate; at the same time, I feel shrouded in his innocence, full of poetic warmth
Even though I have never met Zhou Jichao alone for so many years, let alone in love!
********************
The third man is the photographer who helped me and my husband take wedding anniversary photos
Named xxx
That year when I returned to Taiwan, my mother-in-law asked my husband to take me to take wedding anniversary photos so that I could leave a souvenir
After taking indoor photos in the photography room, we drove to the Yeliu Beach to take outdoor photos with scenery
Five days later, I went to the photo studio to view the sample as agreed. I was very satisfied with the results and asked the photographer if he could ask me to take the sample back to see the teacher. Then I called him to print it?
He nodded happily and agreed, saying that there are some more artistic photos, would I be willing to refer to them?
Seeing that it was still early, I followed him into the photography room and read his works
After a while, the assistant said goodbye and went out for lunch. The closed photography room was only left with him and me.
When I saw what he called black and white art photos, almost all of them were naked women, my heart pounded and my breathing became rapid
But I thought to myself that the photographer should be a decent person; even if he wants to take nude photos, I will not do anything to me if I refuse to agree!
Besides, every naked girl in the photo is really artistic. If I look at it, I will feel uneasy, but I will feel evil in my heart.
However, the blame is in these photos: all naked women cannot see their faces; either outside the camera, they lower their heads, are covered by their hair hanging down, or face the camera with their backs to the camera, and only see their necks.
But the beauty of Zhang Zhang's body is quite suffocating to me
The photographer asked me if I were interested in this kind of photo?
It is also said that no matter how a woman looks, he has a way to take pictures of beautiful and vivid colors and full of artistic atmosphere; and in his eyes, many parts of my body are very suitable.
My face turned red by his comments; but I thought to myself, I just had no confidence in my figure; if there were photos showing my beauty, wouldn’t it be able to enhance my confidence?…
The only thing is that I have never taken off my clothes in front of a man in my life and was naked; taking nude photos is something I can't do!
I asked voluntarily: If you take artistic photos, can you just take pictures of them without taking off your clothes?
He touched the goatee, shook his head and said with a smile: You must take it off. Only by taking it off can you show the beauty of art, otherwise it will be a sexy photo!
Then, that day in the photo studio, of course I didn't agree to the photographer to take my nude photos
On the contrary, in the photography room where customers never came to the door, the two started chatting in the classical jazz music played softly; and they chatted for half an afternoon
Before leaving, he gave me an invitation to hold a photography exhibition in two weeks and invited me to visit. He also gave me a frame of his own black and white photography, and signed the name.
On the way home, I recalled the first few words xxx said to me: In fact, in his eyes, women wearing some clothes will be more sexy than women who are naked.
Because once you take off your body, only the beauty of nature will appear, and you will no longer be sexy; instead, you need to use photography skills to use light, shadow, composition, and body posture and posture to bring out your spirit and aura to become a beautiful work of art
Second: [Because I asked him: Why dare to take nude photos to a married woman? Are you not afraid that my husband will find out and cause trouble for him? I also asked: Is it recommended to take nude photos to every woman?]
His answer was: From observing my body and verbal interactions with my husband, I guess my husband is just as handsome as a boss, but he can't control me; I can do anything I want to do
The reason why he suggested taking nude photos was because he judged that I could appreciate artistic creation, which had a temperament that was unburned even though he married a businessman; and the charm that not every woman had
Now, I looked at this signed photo of xxx, remembering the car back home, and when I recalled what he said, my face was full of smiles.
I also remember that I brought my cousin to accompany him to see his photography exhibition and found that there were many photos of naked women hanging in the venue, which I had seen; I thought in my heart: If I promised him to take nude photos, my body would probably become a work of art!...
When xxx came over to thank me, his eyes kept staring at me; it made me embarrassed, but at the same time it felt hot, and it became so sexy that it became so sexy.
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