The Truth

Painful silence pervaded in the air and it seems like eternity. He dares not to see his wife's sad blue eyes and a sense of guilty permeating his blood. She is so gentle, so selfless, so hardworking, and so kindhearted. She seems to be so perfect to every man except her appearance----no one likes to mention----which he can't bear at such status, and that is also the reason propels him to talk to her, though he has a bone in his throat.

He was born in a poor condition, no money, no status, no target. It can be said that his life was blank until he met her. She was so smart that encouraged him to set up his ambition; so hardworking that help him to pursue his dream; so feminine that take care about all his daily life; so kind that she was willing to listen to he when he met difficulty; so understandable that gave him the strongest confidence, though she had a terrible face which was a nightmare to others and a hair that seems mess-up all the time. She was the light in his dark and unassisted life, through that period of time, her company was an enormous comfort. Now, man's business is in great progress, he receives all what he wants: fortune, reputation, status''but he has something doesn't want his copartners to know---- he has an ugly wife----though he has to admit that the success is owed to her. She also knows it, but every time he promises that he does not care. As the time goes by, he finds that it is more and more difficult to bring his wife out and more and more difficult to ignore her appearance. Why can't I have a beautiful wife? Why I must live with her? He knows that one careless move loses the whole game, but he has to do.

He looks at the view of her back, contemplating. She is doing her housework, that's her habit, washing the window, sweeping the floor and then renews the table cloth. After doing that, she always sitting next to the window and looking outside, which scene leads his memory back to the every night he talks to her. She usually listens carefully, sometimes gives him a smile to encourage him to continue, and after he finished, she always said: 'I will follow you forever.? Simple words, but it is deceptive to say that he doesn't move. Things never change if nothing does, he reviews the conversation he had practiced many times in front of the mirror, then walks straight to his wife.
"Susan, I have something to talk to you."
"Yes?"
"En...the thing is ...en...that is..you know..en...now I have many social intercourses...so I want a more ...experienced partner.....you can understand, right?"
"You can have one assistant if you need, is that a problem?"
"No, I don't mean that''a partner''for long time...so..." he speaks in a choking voice.
"I don't know if I misunderstand, do you mean that you want to divorce?" After a few minutes' still, she asked, in unbelievable calmness as if she knew the day would come early on.
A stuffy feeling grasps him, he can't help but avoiding eye contact with her.
''because of my appearance''right? Tell me the truth.' '
''yes." As if experienced a couple of years, he finally says.
"...OK, but I have a requirement: give me 50 thousand yuan."
He can't believe the result comes out so easy and he knows what he never lacks of is money. 'No problem.? He replies without hesitation. Next day, they divorced, and the woman disappears from his sight.

Not long after that, man gets married again. His new wife is an extremely beautiful woman. She is not tall, or rather, is a bit shorter, and with brown crimp reaches her shoulders and blue eyes twinkled with joy and confidence. The harmony of her face is not diminished by her a little bit imperfect nose, on the contrary, makes her more charming. He is proud when he takes her out, receiving the praise from others and is envious by the admirers. Though she sometimes has a bad temper, but it is the particular right for beauties. What he really cares is the blue eyes---filled with love almost the same as his ex-wife---always call to the remembrance of his.
His new wife is like a Pandora's Box, full of surprising. He finds that she has an exquisite small box which always be locked. Though he has asked her many times about the things kept in it, she just smiling but says nothing. He finds that his new wife likes sitting next to the window and looking out of the window. He finds his new wife give him a sense of similarity, not only her behavior and voice but also the character, which arouses his untellable past. Too much similarity let him discomposed, it just a coincidence. He thinks and believes all the while.

As vivid saying goes: 'mischance is always behind the happiness.? He never dreamed that she would be dead 2 years later from a cancer in her live, even has no time tasting the happiness he is filled to the brim with. Sitting in the empty house, he tastes the bitter and all the sorrow which he hided for a long time flooding out of his inner heart. Then he remembers the day before his wife died.
Sitting on the bed, his voice began to falter at the mention of his sufferings in the old days. She listened carefully and quietly, and said little words when they were both in a silence. Finally, he finished, as a heavy stone which was in his heart had been disappeared forever. 'I never forget her, I try to find her and say sorry to her, but no good news came''though it may be too late, but I still want her knows that there is always a position in my hear for her?'I don't want to discomfort you, really..? After saying this, he turned to her slowly, no blame, no anger, only the tears filled in her eyes. 'I will follow you forever.? She said. At that time he can swear that he saw the shadow of ex-wife clearly.

She died, leaving him the memory of theirs and a small key. Suddenly something flashing back into his mind, he stands up and walks towards the bedroom, stopping in front of a drawer. Slowly, he brings out an exquisite small box in it. Hesitating for a few second, he opens it. His blood is frozen
-----It's a hospital case contains the every cosmetic surgery she did, totally used 50 thousand yuan.