Just now I read a hint fiction,it touched me deeply,I even cried.
They had married for 50 years ,it seemed that complaint had been stamped in their bones.
Almost every morning when they woke up ,complaining to each other would begin.
Their children even dared not to visit them alone
because their ears would suffer a lot .
Another morning when he complained as usual that she got up too late
he found she had gone.After a long time of silence
He complained for the last time:"Why not wait for me ....?"
After reading this fiction,I thought of my parents.They also like to complain to each other everyday for everything.Would one of them ... one day? Is there love between them ? I hope they love each other , they just never speak out. I hope so.