Your wedding ‖/big shark who loves shopping

Your wedding

After eating I was lying on the couch brushing vibrato, and a message from my ex-boyfriend popped up on the screen: "Next Sunday I am married, invite you to come." "Thumb moved to the information banner, after a short stay in the air, clicked in, just jumped to the chat interface, he sent an electronic version of the invitation, with their wedding photos on it, I have to say, better than us."

"Okay." I clicked Send without hesitation.

He and I met at the rice noodle shop. For about a month or two, we always met, and I thought that this person's meal was too suitable for me. I shared it with a friend, and she encouraged me to ask for contact information, and that day, I finally made up my mind.

"Can I sit across from you?" I walked over to him with the powder and asked.

He was so stunned that he couldn't speak for several seconds, and then I asked, "Is it okay?" ”

"Huh? Oh, of course you can. He watched me sit down.

"I see that you also eat here a lot, and I can see you every day during this time."

He lifted his glasses, "Yes, this is close to my unit, and the taste is good, so I fixed it here." ”

Later, we chatted while eating, the chat was very pleasant, and when we were ready to leave, he said can I add a WeChat. I thought it would be so good! I couldn't wait to take out my mobile phone, identify the "drop" after the two-dimensional code, and open the day when I was once very happy and happy.

He's a year older than me and is a... A little bit of Ma Daha, at the same time attentive people, we go to the small shop to eat after work in the evening, that kind of cheap and full, the occasion of my birthday, he took me to a very popular restaurant nearby to eat, after eating we held hands and walked on the street, when we were about to get to the park, he said you wait for me here, I went to get something. I came back with a small cake in my hand.

"Happy birthday to go to"

So I took his arm and walked into the park, and sat on a bench for my 23rd birthday, and the way he held the cake in his hand and made me make a wish was full of joy, and the flame of the candle in his eyes was far brighter than the real thing.

"What did you make?"

"If I'm still here for my 26th birthday, I'll tell you."

We worked hard to make money together, saving 400 yuan per person every month, and after four months we coordinated the holiday and went to Hainan together. Originally in a good mood, the more you shoot the more annoyed, tell him how to shoot the leg length, put people in that position is more beautiful, teach bored and not have a good look, but also said: "This way to shoot out the real, the most real you are the most beautiful you." I said, "Don't argue with me, I don't need to be real, good looks are king." He also said that I was not thinking this way, and I needed to correctly understand what each stage looked like. Alas, the occasional dead-headed one. We didn't take many photos together, I took a lot of pictures of him, sleeping and drooling, spelling Lego, staying up late to do PPT, picking clothes for me... Quarrels between lovers are essential, he likes to be reasonable, I think there is nothing wrong with reasoning, but more often I want him to coax me rather than reason.

For a while he was busy with campaign plans, often working overtime, we spent a lot less time together, I learned to cook, after work to go to the market to buy some small dishes, to his rented house to make him a meal, every time I opened the door is "I'm off work, what is the good food to cook today?" It didn't work very well at first, but he would also finish eating. I was in the kitchen handling the dishes, and he came over and put his arm around my waist and whispered in my ear, "Thank you lately." "I said, then you're going to run for success, and then invite me to eat a crayfish." He said okay, and then went back to work at the desk.

"Rest early, I'll go back first." I said to his busy back.

"Hmm! Well, slow down the road! He didn't look back, just busy typing on the keyboard.

I didn't blame him, nor did I feel that he was perfunctory, all I thought was that he had been busy lately and couldn't stick to him too much. Walking downstairs to the rental building, the voice of him calling me came from behind, a little panting. He took me in his arms, his chest bobbing up and down.

"What's wrong?" There was also a little surprise in my doubtful voice.

He didn't speak for half a day, and when his breath calmed down, he said—I love you.

After replying to his message, I sat on the couch for a while, then went into my room and took out the dusty box under the bed, which contained photos of us going on a tour, tickets, necklaces he gave me, letters to me on anniversaries... We've been apart for more than a year, and you might ask why we kept all this now that we're apart. To tell the truth, I was reluctant to, not reluctant to him, always felt that after throwing those things away, there was no evidence to prove that my days, the days when I was very happy and loved him, it seemed that those time together would be thrown away, like nothing happened. We broke up very plainly, no quarrel, no contact information was deleted, the two calmly accepted, no regrets and no regrets. He once asked me on Tanabata why I hadn't said "I love you" to him. I dare not say, because "love" is too heavy, I don't know if I can afford that responsibility, love says too much and becomes weightless, I can only say "really really like you, like good like good like." When I say to you, "I love you", it must be someone who I am always worried about, who is like a family to you, who will give you all the preferences, who can break the original principle bottom line to tolerate, and who wants to enter the marriage hall with you.

On the day of the wedding, I wished him a hundred years of good union and a white head and old age. He wished me a chance to meet the man I loved.