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What does a good marriage look like? Just look at this

What does a good marriage look like? Just look at this

My mom was a doctor, obstetrician and gynecologist, and she worked very hard, often working night shifts, day and night upside down. I make about a third of my dad's money.

My dad was a manager of a state-owned enterprise, and whenever he had time, he would pick up my mom from work and buy sweets that my mom liked.

Of course, the mouth pretends to be disgusted every day. "Don't eat so much sweet, fat and unhealthy." "Every night and night, the dark circles of the work have come out, and she is an ugly daughter-in-law." "Can you rest this weekend, open that little salary to buy my wife's time loss."

Although I complained every day, I never saw him buy my mother sweets less, nor did I ever persuade my mother to resign.

Because my mom loved her career, he knew.

He hoped he could reach out and hug her at any time, and he hoped she could live more wonderfully not far from him.

How to say, the best marriage is just so, I love you, I respect all your choices, I will be your last guardian forever.

That's why I've always believed in love.

My parents met in high school and saw each other for the first time. Yes, mutual crush.

However, in that traditional and closed era, the feelings between men and women were shy and introverted.

My mother was a fairy-faced, beautiful enough to be known throughout the school; my father was a school bully, and he was a good teacher of the first three exams in the whole grade. Both of them have never been in love, and they are so confused to each other.

My mom knew my dad's thoughts, but she didn't prick them.

My father's family was very poor, rural, and going to college was the only way out.

Having seen too many lives ruined by early love, my mother was determined and persistent: you can't fall in love. To go to college.

Then after the college entrance examination, my father went to the door to block my mother, trying to confess, and was beaten by my grandfather.

My grandfather also thought that my father was a second-rate man who harassed his girlfriend, and he was very cruel. My dad was sobbed and screamed and couldn't fight back, and he saw my mom looking at him in the yard, smiling shyly.

At that time, my father felt that my mother's fight would not lose money, and it would not lose money to fight.

Later, when the list was released, my dad had no suspense about the book. He came to the door with the acceptance letter and told me that my grandmother was pursuing my mother.

It is worth mentioning that my grandmother and grandfather are both university teachers and are extremely sensitive to diplomas. My grandfather really didn't expect that he was actually a bully seedling that day, and he was a little annoyed not to be stupid. Unfortunately, my father's family was so poor that my grandmother was a little worried.

My grandmother and grandfather did not say anything, but my father was not beaten, and I felt that the whole world agreed.

Later he went to Dalian to attend university, a school of militarized management. My mom went to study medicine locally.

He writes to my mother every week, you and me, full of love.

After graduating from college, my dad chose to run the boat. At that time, the crew was a very high-paying profession, but it was very tired, a voyage was a year small, there was no entertainment facilities, and it could only drift in the wind and waves. And on board, he was unable to contact his family.

Lonely, lonely, alone.

Later, he ran the boat and had some savings, and immediately went home to ask for relatives. He said he couldn't give my mother anything now, but he would definitely give it to her in the future. The first time he saw her, he felt that this was the woman he would hold in the palm of his hand for the rest of his life.

They got me a few years after they got married. I was so unexpected that even now my dad sometimes goes abroad and tries his best to buy gifts and surprises for my mom.

And I, huh. Fridge stickers, mints, chocolate.

The most angry thing is that once my father didn't remember me at all, bought a watch worth tens of thousands for my mother, I looked at it with my eyes on the side, then he remembered me, in a daze for half a day, and pulled out the unfinished fly on his plane! machine! meal! Made a gift.

Lao Tzu was wronged. Lao Tzu does not say. Woohoo.

Last summer, my mother decided to go to Tibet for medical activities. Simply put, it is to go to Tibet for a week, bring good medicines, and provide free medical treatment for local Tibetans.

This would have been a good thing, but when my mother brought it up at home, my father was very fiercely opposed. The reason is simple, my mother has a heart rhythm and asthma problems, Tibet is remote and high altitude, my father a million uneasy.

So the tug-of-war began. My mother was originally a doctor, had a number of her own health, and felt that this opportunity was very meaningful, and the doctor's job was to see a doctor and save people; my father was worried about my mother's health, and he was reluctant to let his daughter-in-law go to such a remote place. The two began to argue.

My dad didn't forget to drag me into battle: "You've gone so far yourself!" Have you ever thought that your girlfriend might starve to death during the week you were away? “

Over 18 / Healthy limbs / No hydrocephalus / Concentrate on eating melon suddenly cue my ???

"So why don't I think I'm going to...?" I struggled to regain my position. My dad threw a sad and threatening look.

I was forced to unite the front: "I also think I might starve to death, I am so miserable." “

At night, my father ran away from home, walking majestically and angrily. I looked at the light in my mother's bedroom, and it was still slightly lit up at 12 o'clock, and I knew that my mother must still be waiting for my father.

It was their old tradition, and no matter how late my dad was at the liquor store, my mom would wait for him to come back and give him a hug.

So I quietly Mimi sent a WeChat message to my father: "Daddy, your daughter-in-law has not slept yet, in order to wait for you, do you know how tired she is these days, tomorrow she will still have something, don't stay up, the body can't stand it." “

Then my dad came back within five minutes.

I deeply suspect that he was just running away from home in the garden downstairs from my house.

Then my mother went to Tibet.

The place they went to was very remote, there was no direct plane, and they needed to fly first and then the railway and then the bus, and the journey was very hard.

Before leaving, my dad checked my mother's luggage over and over again, and secretly stuffed her with a bunch of chocolate candy or something. He said he was afraid that Tibet was remote and that his daughter-in-law was hungry. My mother didn't care too much, and she checked the number of medicines and the itinerary over and over again.

During the few days when my mother went to Tibet, my father lost his soul. He always looked at his phone and was distracted, even his favorite football game was lacking in interest.

He wanted to call my mom, and he was afraid of disturbing my mom's work. There was only one phone call every night, and I watched my dad feel like he was activated and his eyes were shining.

I watched it all and had nothing to say. Say that good love will become affection after marriage? Say well that love between men and women is just a sexual impulse produced by the impact of hormones? What's going on with these two old men? Ultra-long standby? Hormone explosion? I do not know. I don't want to know much either.

(Manual smile, sore toothache.) )

During this period, my father also cooked for me, and as a result, the pig's feet were stewed without raw soy sauce and old smoke. I looked at the snow-white stewed pig's feet and the well-defined hairs on the pig's feet.

Later, I volunteered to take on the responsibility of cooking later.

On the day my mom came back, it was a weekend.

My dad got up early in the morning, and when I woke up, there were fresh lilies in a vase next to my mom's favorite cherries and kiwifruit. The cherries are plump and look expensive. And my dad was diligently mopping the floor.

He doesn't like housework, but my mom is a clean person. So most of the time, my dad did housework to please my mom.

I watched as my dad was covered in sweat and joined the battle. We went from morning to afternoon, and at noon we just casually cooked a noodle.

Near dusk, we made our home hygiene spotless.

My dad went into the back room to confirm my mom's flight information, and I rested outside, watching the cherry tempting, washing a handful, and sitting on the couch and eating one by one. When my dad came out, he saw me eating with relish and blurted out, "What are you eating!" That's for your mother! “

Me: "If it's not this box, I'll eat one?"

My dad: "Your mom didn't eat you but was the first to eat it!" Don't you look like a daughter! Don't eat it. Wait until your mom comes home and eats before you eat. “

Me: "????? “

Why do we still engage in this set of honor and inferiority. I looked at the cherry in my hand and was speechless.

On the way to the airport, my dad deliberately pulled his hair and put on his favorite short T, showing the temperament of a mature uncle.

Oh to him and spray perfume. The Kenzo blue bottle, which I gave him, really smells good, and has the feeling of a white-clad senior.

Flight delayed. We waited a long time at the airport. My father was a little anxious to wait, and let me go to the starbucks next to me to buy some drinks, afraid that his daughter-in-law would get off the plane and be thirsty.

After waiting for a long time, I finally arrived. My mother looked dusty, untrimmed, carrying a large box, and her eyes were tired. My dad took an arrow step, rushed through the crowd, and hugged her heavily.

Two old husbands and wives hugged each other at the airport, telling their thoughts and love. Standing idly where I was, unable to squeeze into this hug, I had to say "Welcome back." My mom gave a sweet smile.

The stars that night were like love.

(From the Internet, invasion and deletion)

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