She never judges people by their appearance, but how can there be such a good-looking man in the world? She snuggled into his arms, obsessively holding his face, unable to see enough.
He was a little tired, squinted his eyes slightly, and rested for a while, enjoying her foolish look.
Her spring-like fingers, flicking his eyebrows over and over again, eyes, nose, mouth, and lovely stubble, always rubbed not enough. From time to time, he pecked his forehead and cheeks with his soft lips, like a small bird that moved like a person.
Gentleness was too pervasive, and it hurt his tiredness and wanted to make him more comfortable. Causing him to turn over, she massaged the back of his neck and waist little by little with her soft hands.
She loved every hair of hers, every whisker, every inch of her skin, including a string of scars on his waist. She lowered her head in pain and kissed the string of scars, which were the traces of the rest of her life. If it grows on someone else's body, it may be a little scary, and the scars on his body will only make her feel sad and grateful. Heartbroken for the pain he had suffered, grateful to Heaven for still bringing him intact and healthy to her.
Her tenderness and sweetness were not because of his good looks, she loved his wise and thoughtful thinking and serious almost stubborn disposition. Of course, what touched and relied on her most was his meticulous care and affection. His kindness to her can sometimes be described as the fear of falling off in the palm of his hand and the fear of melting in his mouth. How could she not be touched and cherished by her delicate thoughts.
There is no happiest thing in the world than that you are caring for me when I am in love with you. Just as he couldn't bear her to massage any longer, he got up and sat down in a chair and took her into his arms. This scene really makes people envy only Mandarin ducks and not immortals.
You and I, a thousand gold, always too hurried. When the time comes to work, it is difficult to leave it.
Sky, so high so blue. Clouds, so white so soft. With him in my heart, everything in sight is beautiful. She walked into the office with a happy pace, smiling at her colleagues like a flower, busy with work, and even an ordinary cup of tea drank a sweet taste. The pleasant afternoon class ended quickly.
She had just walked to the small garden in front of the unit, and suddenly received a call from a male classmate, saying that she was about to leave for a foreign country, passing by the door of her unit, and wanted to talk to her. She struggled for a while, not knowing whether to see this classmate or not. Because this male classmate has always had the intention of admiring him, although he has always been affectionate and polite to her, he always has a bit of a sense of imminent pursuit, which makes dear him very unhappy.
How beautiful and deep love is how selfish it is. He can pick stars for her and catch the moon, spoil her habitually, but he has a clean habit of feelings, and he can never rub a grain of sand in his eyes. They had had several awkward fights because of this, and he had already dragged this male classmate into the blacklist of her associations.
Her eyes were full of him, and she had never been to the heart of this male classmate. But because of the love of the classmates, I felt that this classmate was waiting with his eyes, and it was a little embarrassing not to say a few words. Besides, he didn't know, and he wouldn't be angry. So she walked over to her classmates who were waiting under the cherry blossom tree.
It's just a polite greeting to talk about homework and work. But she has always been held in the palm of her hand by him, because her heart is full of love, her eyebrows are vivid, her smile in the spring breeze is even brighter, and her lively voice and smile in front of her male classmates just happened to be captured by him who was busy sneaking in.
In an instant, blood rushed to his head, and his gentle and clear face turned into a June day in seconds, dark clouds pressing down, lightning and thunder. In an instant, a reprimand that split her head and covered her face, all kinds of desperate words of parting, like a storm crackling at her trembling.
She was terrified and didn't know what to do. She had no intention of making him angry, and she didn't want him to be so angry, afraid that he would be angry with his body. She was both frightened and wronged, and sad that he was like that ever-changing June day, turning his face faster than turning a book. What about those vows of the white head and the old man?
But she understood better that it all stemmed from his love and care for her. No matter how hard he said, she couldn't blame him. And he hated her unreasonable defense the most, so she didn't dare to refute a word, for fear of adding fuel to the fire and adding to his anger, she could only admit her mistake in a row and try to coax him.
But coaxing this smart and stubborn man is not easy. Letting her say all the good things, he finally coldly threw down a sentence of "you and I are exhausted, you are good for yourself", and turned away angrily. Leaving her alone, she cried in a messy and painful way under the blood-weeping sun.
Washed his face with tears one night, and couldn't sleep. Remembering his thousand kindness to her, the thought of losing him, suddenly felt that the heavens and the earth had lost their color, the rivers were hanging upside down, the sun and the moon were lightless, and there was nothing to love.
In the early morning, she opened her eyes in despair, and suddenly saw the footprints of his visit in the circle of friends, and her heart was warm. In the end, he was not at peace, no matter how fierce and desperate he said, he was still reluctant to leave without turning his head.
After going to work, she timidly sent a message and did not hear back. Send videos, no one answers. She was distraught, reflecting on herself over and over again. Although he was innocent, he did not listen to him in the end, stepped on the minefield, broke the bottom line, broke the promise, violated his principles, and hurt him. She didn't know how to calm his anger, and after a lot of struggle, she simply took a leave of absence in the afternoon and went to his class to find him.
She walked nervously step by step, unable to imagine what kind of face he would give her, but as long as her sincere confession of mistakes could reduce his anger by one point, it would be worth it. The wind was a little dry, the footsteps were a little urgent, and after a while I came out of the sweat, and I didn't think about the tea and dinner for a day, and I was a little thirsty. Thinking of the scene where he went out of his way to tell her to drink water every day, he couldn't help but want to cry.
She couldn't determine the specific location of his unit, and she was afraid that if he wasn't in class, she took a picture of a roadside building and sent it to him, saying to go to him. There was no response, and she was terrified and still stubborn.
Walking to the front of the intersection, dazed and looking around, the mobile phone rang, it was his video, "I see you, don't cross the road, stand there and don't move, waiting for me." ”
Her heart was hot, and she looked around and saw the kind figure walking toward him across the sea of people, holding a cup of water in her hand.
Her nose was sore and her eyes were hot for a while, and she wanted to pounce into his arms, but she did not dare to move forward, only looking at his face timidly.
He still looked angry, but reached out and handed her the cup. She was thirsty, but she was too embarrassed to drink it.
He reached out and unscrewed the lid of the cup and offered it to her to drink. The water temperature is not high or low, just right. This man with a delicate heart, even if he is angry again, thinks so thoughtfully and meticulously for her. For a moment, tears filled my eyes. She felt that with this cup of warm boiling water, no matter how much she loved this man in this life, she could not love this man too much.
She turned around and secretly wiped away her tears, and suddenly found that a tree on the side of the road was blooming in full bloom, but no matter how beautiful the flowers were, they were not as attractive as his handsome and clear face. Lifting her tearful eyes and seeing that the vivid face had become tender, she couldn't help but hold his hand tightly.
Walking slowly on the side of the road where the spring flowers first appeared, although the pulse was silent, but the white clouds floating in the sky, the spring breeze blowing on the face, and the vibrant flowers and trees on the side of the road, they all heard their tacit voices: May there be years to look back, and share the white head with deep affection.