The Tears of the Abandoned Woman
"This truly is a song of the abandoned wife," she murmured softly
Qin Qian's car is driven very steadily
She stood up and silently tidied the coffee table, then picked up the phone and inserted the battery. After hesitating for a moment, she ultimately decided not to turn it on
The clean and slender fingers appear quite artistic
This type of protein is a harmful substance produced due to mental suppression. The suppressed substances accumulate in the body, which is detrimental to human health; therefore, crying more can alleviate feelings of oppression
Naive leaned back in the chair, gazing upward, quietly listening to the story sung in the song
In the end of the story, Xiao Qing shed her first tear and said, "I finally understand how difficult it is to shed a single tear." This is because, from that moment on, she came to understand the joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness of the human experience
She simply took out wet wipes and a makeup mirror from her bag, wiped off all her mascara and eyeliner, and then began to eat pizza, bite after bite, seemingly enjoying it very much
"Why?" Sean asked again
Tian Zhen nodded and said, "I. M. Pei stated that style arises from solving problems, which is indeed very reasonable"
The faint glimmer of light is the wedding ring on his ring finger
"I will take you there," he said
The atmosphere in the room is silent
Ah, Paris, the city of romance, a place rich in emotional significance... Just thinking about it makes her feel parched and her heart race
She replied, putting on her clothes and grabbing her bag, preparing to leave
Here he comes. Innocently, Tian Zhen could only follow in his footsteps, and before leaving, she couldn't help but pinch Sean's handsome face, which made him protest repeatedly.
Innocence does not speak
Naive looked out the car window at the bleak wind and cold rain, involuntarily shivering for a moment, and managed a difficult smile as he said, "No need, thank you"
Naively speechless—he had actually said so much nonsense just to dismiss her, which reminded her of the saying "On a rainy day, the host keeps the guest, but the guest does not stay." The host in that tale was unwilling to provide a meal, but she was clearly not a discerning guest and lacked the intelligence to refute him
Recalling the few sparse reports in the media, she couldn't help but feel a bit emotional... In fact, Sean, this little boy, is quite pitiful, having lost his mother at such a young age
Tian Zhen took a hearty bite of the pancake
"Sean, she is telling you that she has evolved very well." A disjointed remark floated through the air
"What are you sighing about?" he suddenly spoke up
I said, you might as well finish crying before you eat, my dad isn't competing with you... After a while, Sean could no longer endure the bizarre scene before him and said to the innocent one who was still crying incessantly.
"Make sure to schedule yourself into the itinerary for tomorrow, do some proper studying, and don't embarrass me or the library," the male protagonist said coldly.
Qin Qian did not speak, rolled down the car window, and lit a cigarette
Tian Zhen's hand holding the coat trembled, and she turned her head to glare at him—this little brat actually cursed her so maliciously
I did not say anything. Qin Qian rested one hand on her forehead while leaning against the sofa, her tone indifferent
Qin Qian glanced at her without speaking, pressing a button on the steering wheel.
The girl from yesterday he said
"Is it not okay for me to cry?" She wiped her tears with a tissue, "Haven't you ever seen someone cry?"
Therefore, the tears shed by a person in sorrow contain a high level of protein he said slowly
If she does not make an effort to open her eyes wide, tears will flow down
Ah, I dare not report the truth, so I can only gaze at the magnificent Tower Bridge in the night and sigh, "This bridge is truly grand, but unfortunately, I have never seen the bridge deck being lifted, nor have I walked on the upper level."
Without the work of a group of technicians, the glass pyramid in front of the Louvre would not be so resplendent, and the bridge deck of the Tower Bridge in London, weighing one thousand tons on each side, would not be able to rise within a minute
"Dad, what does it mean?" Sean's curious voice rang out
Tian Zhen was momentarily stunned, feeling that the scene before her resembled something out of a romantic film. Amidst the swirling smoke, the male lead, with a handsome yet brooding expression, gazed deeply at the female lead and said, "Come with me to Paris"
Later, they arrived at her apartment door amidst the noisy chatter of the radio talk show.
"Wait a moment," he exhaled a puff of smoke and turned his head, his dark eyes quietly gazing at her, then slowly spoke: "Come with me to Paris."
Qin Qian's gaze swept across her face: "Your eyes are quite wide open."
She stayed at home, striving to understand how someone who had once been so close could suddenly leave for a distant place, while she became the girl left in yesterday. She did not know what was right or wrong; she only felt the heartache of prolonged waiting. During the days of his absence, she did not count how many times she had cried, for she firmly believed in her heart that one day he would return
"A single woman returning home at night, if she encounters danger, still has to find time to turn on her phone, which poses a considerable risk." Sean said slowly.
The enchanting scene shattered in an instant, as she looked at him innocently and awkwardly: "I understand now"
"No need, I can just take the subway, it's very convenient." He suddenly became so graceful that her innocence made her feel a bit embarrassed, and she hesitantly declined.
Qin Qian played a CD, with some familiar yet old melodies, reminiscent of the Eagles' style, but in a moment of naivety, she couldn't recall the song title and thus asked him
It is said that Qin Qian's wife passed away in a car accident at the peak of his career. Although there are occasional gossip photos capturing him with someone in a couple-like manner, judging by how tightly he wears his ring, he seems to be quite devoted.
No," she replied, "Have you ever seen someone sleeping with their eyes open?
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Tian Zhen stole a glance at his expressionless profile. In fact, from the moment she first saw him, she felt he resembled an architect rather than a fashion designer. Just look at him; he looked as hard as granite, making it difficult for anyone to associate him with the softness of fabric.
If you wish to ascend to the upper level, I can stop the car right now to fulfill your desire. Qin Qian was clearly not as immersed in the admiration of art as she was
"Where do you live?" Qin Qian suddenly asked
The bridge deck will only be lifted when the ten-thousand-ton giant ship passes by, Qin Qian replied
It seems he knows her quite well; apart from knowing that Premiere Vision is a French fabric exhibition, she really has no other concept of it.
In fact, I want to tell you that I am a bit tired," he said, taking off his glasses and rubbing his brow. "If you have finished crying and eating, you might as well leave work early.
With a naive astonishment, she wiped her face and saw her fingers glistening with water, along with some dark smudges, likely from her eye makeup running.
It is said that crocodiles do not have eyes and tears, so do they live particularly sad and repressed lives? Sean listened attentively and arrived at a rather creative conclusion
When she thought of fabric, she thought of design and tailoring, and her gaze involuntarily drifted to the hands gripping the steering wheel.
"Are you coming or not?" He had arrived at the door, looking at her with a somewhat impatient expression
Who told you that I am sad, that I am suppressing myself?" The naive one finally could no longer endure and spoke up
She remembers being taught in biology class that crying is a simple behavior inherent to humans, requiring no learning; everyone can do it, just like sighing or sneezing. In the movie, the White Snake, who has transformed into a human, smiles gently at Xiao Qing and says, "So you still do not know what tears are. That's fine; once you know, you will not have as much joy."
"Among all primates, humans are the only ones who cry tears." Qin Qian glanced at the woman with a stiff expression and patiently taught her son, "Therefore, anthropologists believe that tears are a result of natural selection. There are two types of tears—reflex tears and emotional tears. Emotional tears contain more proteins than reflex tears, and they also contain a chemical substance similar to painkillers."
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Then I left? Innocently thinking that he should plan to finish smoking before leaving, I prepared to get off the car
"Are you asleep?" Qin Qian asked
Thank you. She looked at him innocently and politely