[Send heart] Sleepless tonight. Looking at the man who was asleep next to me, my heart was like a sea. He was no longer young, he had a slight streak around his eyes, and one on his left cheek

[Send heart] Sleepless tonight. Looking at the man who was asleep next to me, my heart was like a sea.

He was no longer young, he had a slight streak around his eyes, a spot the size of a soybean grain on his left cheek; his stubble was dense and hard, and he was a little less handsome and more stable and mature.

He was at home, and I was too lazy to act like a worm. In the morning he walked back to make breakfast and woke me up, I was eating breakfast, he counted me down and Slept, I never argued, because I knew that every time he got up, he was always light-handed and always afraid to wake me up; in the morning he would mop the floor clean, I would lie on the couch, praise him for his good movements, praise him for his good and beautiful movements, he always gave me a big white eye, saying that I was lazy by any means, but when I took the mop from his hand, he pushed me away and said that I could not drag clean; at noon he would do his best to make a rich lunch, I always ate while praising, He said that I was hypocritical, but he put all kinds of meals on my plate; after the nap he would drag me for a walk with him, and as we walked on the road, he would talk about his childhood anecdotes as we walked, and I always listened with interest, and he talked all the way, and I listened all the way, although some of them had been listened to several times, as long as he talked, I liked to listen; for dinner we would go into the kitchen together, and I would boil porridge and stir-fry... The days of feeling together are always so happy and so short.

Tomorrow he's going to go out again. As soon as he left, I was like a leaf drifting in the air, feeling helpless and missing. Every time he left, he wouldn't let me send it, so I pretended not to care and watched him carry his bag out the door. As soon as he left the house, I ran to the kitchen, watched him go downstairs, watched him drive the car door and start the car, I ran to the balcony again, watched his car go farther and farther, and the tears in my eyes flowed more and more...

Then I reassured myself that he was coming back soon, and snapped my fingers to count the days of his return. Life is so short, we always spend it in this hope of separation.

Tomorrow he will be gone again, perhaps, it is precisely with such a division and combination that the days are beautiful.