My name is Chengzi, I am fifty-one years old this year, and the marital status column in my household registration book says "married", but I know that this line became a joke twenty-seven years and four months ago.
The wedding ring Wang Qi gave me was too big, and he said he would change it to a diamond ring later.
>Twenty-seven years and four months later, I found the diamond ring at his mistress's auction house. The invoice date was our daughter's birthday.
>He asked me with gray hair in court: "Do you have to destroy me?"
>I peeled the orange open in front of me, and the juice splashed into the corners of my eyes: "Back then, you didn't like the orange juice getting on my hands, but now I peel it myself."
>When I went out, my son came after me with an old photo album. On the top was a 24-year-old me in a white dress.
>He choked and asked: "Mom, scrambled eggs with garlic sprouts... Can I put more eggs?"
