K is nearly four years older than me, although there is not a big gap in age. But because I was better protected and my thinking was more naïve, he came out of society earlier than me, plus he read a little earlier, and his classmates were all post-eighties. So, not long after falling in love, I called him "Uncle K". He is also indeed more mature and stable than me. K used to be a little against me calling him like this, and he felt that I was calling him old like this, or that shouting like this made him have some ethical delusions, so he was embarrassed to attack me! However, after I told him that I just wanted him to take more care of me, he gladly accepted the nickname.
I know, he just wants to spend more time with me
2016 was probably my most carefree and happy year. I was in a sweet love affair, and Mr. K loved me so much that he always gave me everything he had. So busy on the construction site, you have to find time to take me out to play. He usually takes only one day off. So he took me around the various attractions of HP (county seat). No matter where I go, even if it's just holding hands and pressing the road, I will be extremely excited and happy.
One day, he took me to the middle school where he was studying. Inside there is a small botanical garden. He said that at that time, many students secretly fell in love early, that is, to drill into this small garden. He thought that one day, he would also sit there with his lover in good spirits. Wouldn't that be the case? I looked at him and smiled, and he looked at me with a gentle face. Looking back, he wanted me to know about his life, and I forgot to take him to the places I used to go. In the five months since he left me, thinking of him, it was sad. A lot of things can actually be better, but I wasted so much time. How nice it would be to be able to do it all over again!
Every day I went out with him, I was happy and happy
After I established a relationship with K, he didn't come into my house for a long time. At that time, I was living alone in the city, in a small house on the fifth floor. After going out to meet and separating, he said he wanted to send me home, I would refuse, leave him at the door of the unit, and then close the door of the unit and wave goodbye.
One evening, he asked me on WeChat if I had dinner, I said no, he had to send me fruit over, I couldn't refuse, he still insisted. That day, he drove over from work until ten o'clock in the evening and brought me a bag of fruit. I went downstairs to get the fruit, and then I kissed him on the cheek and asked him to go back. When I went upstairs alone, I saw that he was a little eager to talk and stopped, and then turned around helplessly, and I also felt that I was a little too much. So the old man just looked at me, and I drove away, and I didn't have a word to hold on, so he had to hurry back to the construction site. To this day, I think about that scene and I am very sad. If I had known that there was so little time between the two of us, I really wouldn't have wasted a second! Even if you stay with me every second, it's not enough!
I still remember one night when he took me downstairs and carefully asked me if he could send me up and sit down and go again. I refused him so firmly. Now I regret it, really. Mr. K is actually a decent gentleman, and I have always been clear. I don't know what I was worried about at the time. Now that I think about the way he turned and left that day, I feel sad.
Later, I learned that the first time we met, after the restaurant closed, we sat and talked until the early hours of the morning, which was his home. To be precise, it was the marriage room where we lived after we got married.
That night, he took me up to see it. Renovations have already begun inside, and it looks like the floor is ready to be laid. He held me, pressed against the wall, kissed me, lips, and then neck. His face was buried in my neck socket, piping hot. In fact, I know what will happen if I continue, and I can feel his desire. But I didn't refuse, nor did I struggle. He let go of me and led me to the balcony. Looking downstairs, the gazebo where we were chatting, he held me from behind and looked at the other side, without a word, with a happy gleam in his eyes, as if imagining our future.
I don't know, the wayward, bad-tempered me, what attracted him. Why does he always smile when he looks into my eyes. I remember reading a sentence before that if a man loves a woman deeply, he will want to touch her and be reluctant to touch her.
K, that's about it.