飽和蒸氣壓

飽和蒸氣壓

結果 (英文) 1:

Saturated vapor pressure

結果 (英文) 2:

When I saw the child sleeping and went down to the first floor, my smartphone made a noise.

If you open it with face recognition, an email was coming.

Uh... It's been ten years since I didn't know what Riagna wanted to tell. In the meantime, a child was born, and it came to be able to say that it loved it. Time was horrible.

Replying to the e-mail reminds me of two backs I found while the cherry blossoms were dancing. That was definitely my husband and Lianya.

Ten years have passed since then. It's long and short, and it's a short, quick day. If there is something that does not change in that, it might be my thought, my husband's thought, and Lianya's desire.

Ten years later, I still like my husband, my husband liked Lianya, and Lianya liked him. That back figure is the best proof. All the other presents that are given are suitable for Lianya. My husband sees nothing but Lianya. Eight years later.

Ten years. I was able to marry someone Who couldn't do it. I also got a treasure. Still, isn't that enough? It would have been painful to hold a woman he didn't love, but before I approached him and said he was going to take responsibility, he held a woman who could not refuse and was forced to do so, and he had children.

My husband would have been quite unhappy and pitiful when he was caught by a woman named me. If there's only one stain on his life, he's got caught.

Lianya said that he had caught him that day, but I was the one who caught him.

But I've already gotso many things. That's good. I was taken responsibility more than enough.

That's why...

「...... At the tide, I wonder."

When I lay my eyes down, my smartphone made another noise. When I was replying, my husband contacted me when I was late.

I understood, and i hit it only, and went to the front of the mirror stand again.

In front of me, a woman with a clearer face was sitting in color.

I wasnot good at wearing makeup. Redheads naturally thicken to try not to lose to the color. Then, the mother who died in the back stood, and it did not feel like aiming at the neck of me to be squeezed now or now.

My mother, who, like me, cared about redheads, always had tight, dark makeup on her. I understand the mother's feelings very well. I was wearing dark makeup in the mirror, too.

My mother is standing behind me, and I have my hands entangled on my shoulder.

"Hey, Mar-chan, my mar-chan. Have you forgotten what Marma said? 』

「...... I want to make him happy. Farewell, I'll give it back to you. I got ten years of time."

"It's stupid. What is true happiness, Ma-chan? How happy are you? Marma wants you to be happy."

"My happiness doesn't work unless I sacrifice Johan and Lianya. I've already tasted happiness. My husband doesn't come home because if there's someone else I love. There was no love between us in the first place."

I think he was the one who did his best. It was only recently that he didn't come back, and until before he had given priority to us over anyone else.

"So, Marr-chan, did you forget that?" You're not coming home. I can't come. There are always people who want what they like. I told you that you have to keep important things close with care."

"But we're all unhappy at this rate."

I don't want to... The mother sighs when it leaks.

"What's your favorite person?" 』

"It's... My husband, but..."

"You're not the only one who likes what you like. You have to hide it before it's taken away. You're the only one who can protect what you like."

"I'm the only one..." I can't protect it.

"Yes, I do. Only Ma-chan can protect her. Marma is always on Marma's side. 』

Only I can protect it. The word ruled the brain to the point of helplessness.

*

The smartphone makes a sound. Ignore it, one that often makes a noise. Looking at my husband who came back beyond the date, love grows again today. I've loved it for years now. The first love of the first love at first sight that was planted was heavier than any dark flower word.

How good it would have been if I could have hated it. However, even if the husband meets the real life, even if it turns at a serious jealousy to it, it is still not possible to dislike it even if it hates it. I liked it, and I couldn't stand it.

In the first place, because my husband was that face, I caught the eye of the horn man. When it was understood that it was not possible to stand next to the one which was discouraged to see the ring which fits in the right hand, and the way of walking was an unnatural woman somewhere, the beautiful woman like the butterfly which scattered the powder gathered so that it was not related to the finger ring etc.

There have been many such things so far. Even when I'm out with my kids. It is foolish to turn jealousy which cannot be defended because it is such a feeling in daily life. The foolishness of getting tired one by one. However, the destructive power of the real life of Riagna was not the ratio of such a thing.

It doesn't come true.

How can a woman who has been thought of even after ten years come true?

「...... No matter how you scratch your feet, it doesn't belong to me."

I can't help it, of course. Love is not among us. There is sympathy, compassion, and guilt.

Quietly, very carefully get up and fascinate her sleeping husband.

The sleeping husband can see that the shape is in place even if his eyes are down. The density and length of the face-down eyelashes are so beautiful that the women of the world swallow them, and the fineness of the skin is as beautiful as Venus, who presided over the beauty. The transparent hair stuffed with silver stars was silky delicate and beautiful.

When I leave this house, there will be beautiful butterflies again. I can see countless powders dancing.

You have to protect the person you like.

Before they are taken away, they must be closed and protected.

This person. If I don't protect my favorite person...

The next day I saw off my husband, who was leaving early in the morning, sent his child to the skating rink and went to sell the moonfelds accessories and other expensive things he had gotten from his husband on his feet. Those items showed a surprising amount.

When he went home to pick up his son with more than he had expected, he happily told him that he had met him that day. My husband came back just before the date changed when I was taking a break and replying to my e-mail while making tea.

Welcome back.

I stopped the e-mail that was replying, and according to my husband's side, he smiled gently and said, "I'm here."

As usual, when I see him off in the shower room and put the bag in at the timing of coming out, my husband who dried his hair as expected comes out.

"Yes."

"Thank you."

After handing over the cup, i'll start to give a continuation of the reply.

"Who are you emailing?" 」

"My college friend."

"That's right, I guess I know."

「...... Maybe you don't know."

Turn off the smartphone and turn to the husband. It overlaps with eyes like morning dew, and it makes it to the dokiri.

"I didn't have many friends when I was in college, but i didn't have any friends..."

It is said that only you and your friends were not only in the roundabout way. Even though we were together most of the time, we knew it was painful, but we couldn't close our open mouth, so we said it.

"So maybe Johan's stranger."

"Oh, that's right."

That's right.

"It's time to go to bed, it's time."

"Well, let's go to bed."

I put the cup in the sink and headed to the bedroom. Then, after i went to bed, my husband said,

"Come to think of it, the music box that was decorated, Marie-chan must have been your favorite, right? It wasn't where it was, but what's wrong? 」

"Eh..." Oh, oh, when I'm wearing makeup, I'm listening to it, so I took it to the mirror stand."

"If you like it that much, I'd be happy."

"With a beautiful tone..." Thank you very much."

It is said while feeling the impatience inwardly in the question of the surprise. I didn't think I'd be immediately noticed.

"Oyasa, please."

Good night, Marie.

I frantically closed my eyes so that My troublesome plan would not be found out. ...

結果 (英文) 3:

Saturated vapor pressure