Original author: Ji Yongling| Inner Mongolia Alxa League
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Convincing and happy
I remember more than a decade ago, I was still working at Kelantai. In the middle of the night of a cold winter moon, I woke up hungry and remembered that at the New Year's Day party organized by the unit, I only cared about toasting everyone, and I didn't even eat a bite. At this time, the hungry people are playing the empty city plan, what to do? Get up and go to the kitchen to find something to eat? But the cold air outside the quilt reminded me of the risks of crossing from the bedroom to the kitchen, which was really scary; not to go, just so hungry, but also a little terrible, I don't know if I can get to the dawn... While I was struggling, I felt my husband turn over, Ouch! He was also awake and had his head tilted. I whispered to my husband, "Husband, I'm hungry." My husband reached out and tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Who isn't hungry?" I was hungry too. Sleep, sleep, sleep, you won't be hungry when you fall asleep. "Oh, my husband is also busy serving everyone today, stewing lamb, cooking, and not caring about eating, he is really hungry." This is good, "Husband and wife are the same forest birds, hungry and pitiful"! Listening to my husband's words, I nodded convincingly and went to sleep in peace. Sure enough, when I fell asleep, I wasn't hungry at all.
A few days ago, my husband's stone disease was committed again, and I accompanied him to go to extracorporeal lithotripsy. After two or three days, the pain still did not improve, so we had to come to the hospital again. After the doctor examined, he said: "You have been urinating blood for several days, you must infuse anti-inflammatory, I will prescribe you medicine immediately." The doctor's voice just fell, and the husband quickly picked up the stubble: "Don't prescribe medicine for me, I don't give medicine." The doctor looked up at him doubtfully and asked, "Why?" "I don't have time." Husband responded quickly to the doctor. The doctor patiently advised: "If you don't have time, you must also take time to inject medicine, your body is important, I will still prescribe medicine for you." "No, I don't lose medicine!" I don't have time, it's time to cook, I have to go home and cook! Hearing my husband's categorical answer, the doctor quickly turned his head to look at me, his eyes were full of doubt and envy, and the look seemed to say: "You are so stupid and lazy, you can't even cook a meal?" And it was as if to say, "What a happy woman you are!" My husband is sick and still thinks about cooking for you. Looking at the doctor's expression, my face was flushed with shame, and I also smiled happily, and hurriedly opened my mouth: "Open, doctor, you hurry up and prescribe medicine, let him infuse, I will go home and cook." "Watching the doctor prescribe good medicine and hang up the liquid with my husband, I went home happily and went to cook happily. I'm not so sure if the rice I cook has a fragrant taste; what I'm sure of is that there must be some taste of happiness, a taste of contentment, in the rice.
Thirty-four years ago in the autumn, "water green autumn mountains", my husband and I met in the campus of the Arab League Teachers; twenty-eight years ago today, "spring breeze flowers and herbs", my husband and I held hands and walked through these many ordinary years together. In these ordinary days like brown earth, in these broken thoughts of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, there is our simple and beautiful trust, and our smoky happiness. This trust and happiness make life tasteful, fragrant and colorful, and make us contented and cherished.
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Ji Yongling, a primary school teacher who loves education. For the three-foot pulpit, have good thoughts in mind; may the mouth spit out lotus flowers, and the words are fragrant.