part two.

part two.

she brought up her divorce conditions,

she didn't want anything from me,

but i was supposed to give her one month's time before divorce.

&in th month's time,

we must live as normal a life as possible.

her reason was simple:

our son would finish his summer vacation a month later,

&she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.

she passed me th agreement she drafted,

&then asked me,

"he ning,

do you still remember how i enter our bridal room in th wedding day?"

this question brought back all those wonderful memories to me.

i nodded&said,

"i remember."

"you carried me in your arms."

she continued.

"so, i have a requirement.

tht is, you carry me out in your arms on th day when we divorce.

frm now to th end of this month,

you must carry me out frm th bedroom to th door every morning."

i accepted with a smile.

i knew she missed those sweet days

&wished to end her marriage romantically.

i told dew about my wife's divorce conditions.

she laughed loudly&thought it was absurd.

"no matter wad trick she does,

she has to face th result of divorce."

she said scornfully.

her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.

my wife&i hadnt had any body contact

since my divorce intention wad explicitly expressed.

we even treated each other as a stranger.

so when i carried her out on th first day,

we both appeared clumsy.

our son clapped behind us.

"daddy is holding mummy in his arms!"

his words brought me a sense of pain.

frm th bedroom to th sitting room,

then to th door,

i walked over ten meters with her in my arms.

she closed her eyes&said softly,

"let us start frm today, dont tell our son."

i nodded,

feeling somewhat upset.

i put her down outside th door.

she went to wait for a bus,

i drove to th office.

on the second day,

both of us acted much more easily.

she leaned on my chest.

we were so close tht i sould smell th fragrance of her blouse.

i realised tht i hadnt looked at this woman carefully for a long time.

i found tht she was not young anymore.

there were some fine wrinkles on her face.

on th third day,

she whispered to me,

"th outside garden is being demolished.

be careful when you pass there."

on th fourth day,

when i lifted her up,

i seemed to feel tht we were still an intimate couple

&i was holding my sweetheart in my arms.

th visualisation of dew became vague.

on th fifth&sixth day,

she kept reminding me something.

such as,

where she put th ironed shirts,

i should be careful while cooking,

etc.

i nodded.

th sense of intimacy wad even stronger.

i didn't tell dew about this.

i felt it was easier to carry her.

perhaps th everyday workout made me stronger.

i said to her,

"it seems not difficult to carry you now."

she was picking her dresses.

i was waiting to carry her out.

she tried quite a few but could not find th suitable one.

then she sighed,

all my dresses have grown bigger.

i smiled.

but I suddenly realised tht it was because she was thinner

tht i could carry her more easily,

not because i was stronger.

i knew she had buried all th bitterness in her heart.

again, i felt a sense ofpain.

subconsciously,

i reached out a hand to touch her head.

our son came in at th moment.

"dad it's time to carry mum out."

he said.

to him,

seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life.

she gestured our son to come closer&hugged him tightly.

i turned my face because

i wad afraid i would change my mind at th last minute.

i held her in my arms,

walking frm th bedroom,

through th sitting room,

to th hallway.

her hand surrounded my neck softly&naturally.

i held her body tightly,

as if we came back to our wedding day.

but her much lighter weight made me sad.

on th last day,

when i held her in my arms,

i could hardly move a step.

our son had gone to school,

she said,

"actually i hope you will hold me in your arms till we are old."

&i think my boyfriend's perfect (: