He and she met on a rainy day, and when the eyes of the two people touched each other, it was a smile that knew each other, and they met like this. Immediately after, love also began. When in love, it is as plain as water. If love can be described in water, then their love is the kind of waveless. Two ordinary people talked about a bland love, and later, they got married naturally.
Sometimes, she liked to look at him expressionlessly. Yes, he doesn't like to laugh. When he's not smiling, it makes people feel a little cold. She was terrified that he was no longer in love. When she approached him, he always had a look of impatience on his face. He said, "Can you still be as romantic when you are married?" ”
She liked to take his arm slightly, but when there were many people, she no longer had this right, maybe he was afraid of meeting acquaintances, or for other reasons, he just wouldn't allow it. Gently withdrawing his arm, the expression was still the usual seriousness, and she felt that her heart was a little empty. Only at night did his warmth gradually release.
She jokingly said that he probably had official luck, and looked at his dignified look. He didn't say a word either, feeling that her words were out of reach.
In fact he loved her, her cuteness, her thoughts, her tenderness. If you don't love her, how can you marry her. But he just didn't praise her, and often laughed that she was ugly, she wasn't ugly at all, really. He just felt that life was too plain and wanted to say something that made her unhappy, and he liked to see her angry, very delicate. Whenever her little fist thumped, his heart seemed to have a feeling of masochism. It didn't hurt at all, he thought to himself.
He is under a lot of pressure, and the men who live in this world are destined to hold up a piece of the sky. But he had to hold back, and when he felt uncomfortable and wanted to complain, he swallowed the words hard. He couldn't talk to her, he was afraid that she would be under pressure, that she would be depressed, that her face would lose its color.
When he was stressed, he would call friends to go to the hotel to push the cup and change the cup. He wanted to numb himself with alcohol, and when there was a drowsiness in his head, he could forget all the stress and unhappiness.
She didn't like him to drink, and when he came home shakily, it was her puzzled and complaining expression. He pulled her aside, slurred. He wanted to say what was in his heart, but for a moment he choked on his heart. She threw away his hand mercilessly, full of grievances. Can he understand?
She stayed up in the empty room sleeplessly, her eyes watching the ticking of the clock, and her mind was racing. Every sound of going up the stairs she would put up her ears and listen carefully, thinking it was his return. She was afraid that he would lie drunk on the street or linger in the places of red and greenery. She sighed in her heart: "This is home, why doesn't he want to go back?" ”
Day after day, life is uneventful. I have quarreled, cried and made trouble, but in the end I have all returned to peace. This may be the story of every family, but not exactly. 。
