With you

Invited by a friend to a wedding reception.

The station was crowded, and the queues were like carp crossing the river.

After all, it was too boring, and the people in line talked to each other.

He just stood in front of me.

What we talked about, I completely forgot.

The car came and swarmed.

I got into the car, looked left and right, he stood up with a smile, reached out to shake it, but suddenly turned halfway, pointed to the empty seat next to him, and made an invitation gesture.

I smiled and sat down.

I went to the wedding reception, which was where he was going to run errands, so we met.

Finally, I believe that in life, I always have a very deep connection with some people.

Go to Yonghui supermarket, walk on the street, inadvertently look in the opposite direction, in the crowded street, his figure is like a board painting, highlighted.

It so happened that he also turned his head, and we looked at each other, looked at each other and smiled.

Standing in the lively street, with a gushing stream of traffic in the middle—his face was blocked by a car for a moment, let go for a moment, flashed and flashed, exposed from between the gaps, far away, but just standing there.

Wave your hand and keep going.

Suddenly, the shoulder was patted down, and when I turned my head, there was a faint smiling face that caught me off guard, with pride and pride.

"Hey!" The sound was like a fish, swimming vividly in the water.

Slowly walking in the gymnasium, the phone ringing, he called, thinking that there should be nothing wrong, lazy to pick it up, let it stubbornly ring for sixty seconds.

Putting down the phone, without taking two steps, I saw him flash out of the tree.

I called him softly, he was very dazed, confused, I guess I didn't expect to run into the phone just after dialing, the mobile phone is still in my hand.

"Planning a sneak attack? A bad thing didn't work out. ”

He hurriedly rubbed his hands on his face: "Where is it?" The look finally returned to normal.

We started dating.

In fact, the so-called life is nothing more than a series of coincidences designed by God, just like what is happening now.

2.14 is a good day.

The florist sent a large bouquet of flowers, and crystal water droplets, delicate and dripping.

A note, simply saying Happy Holidays, without a signature, is simply written in two English letters.

That's his initials.

"It's a waste to send flowers, so it's better to invite me to eat a loin flower."

Later, I said to him.

Those wind flowers and snow flowers before the moon, can be viewed from a distance, really want to fall on their own heads, just Ye Gong good dragon.

Well, I'm such a vulgar person, not at all romantic in my bones.

He shook his head and sighed at me in a high mountain look.

We entered the halls of marriage.

The weather changed, arthritis attacks, and the discomfort that went deep into the bone marrow made it difficult for me to toss and turn.

On the side, ben slept loudly, like driving a train, at this time he also woke up, learned to massage me by a masseuse, but did not get the point, quite guilty.

In the morning, he cut the fruit, put it on a plate, put it on the bedside table, and then, picking up the veil, squeezing my hand, spread it in the palm of his hand, like a child washing his hands, and carefully rubbing my fingers one by one, and the fingers were soft and undulating, like playing the piano—and then told me to eat slowly.

So, I developed the bad habit of sitting in bed and eating.

After catching a cold, he was busy before and after, boiling water to make his feet hot.

Buy back the cold medicine, carefully read the instructions, and tirelessly tell how many pills to eat every day, when to eat, it seems that I am illiterate and illiterate.

After repeated nagging, I went out and immediately returned.

"No, I'll have to wait until you're done eating before I leave."

It's enough for the mother-in-law.

Happiness is a home-cooked dish, with a common taste and a heart-lung fit.

Passing by the Fucai store, "I went to buy a piece to make a contribution." ”

Of course, every time it is also a contribution to China's welfare cause.

At night, he took the lottery ticket that had not yet been drawn and made a drunken gesture: "In the middle of five million, we all don't go to work, we travel every day, we travel east and west, and we live a life of bourgeois corruption and degeneration." ”

I laughed, "Then you should simply take a Japanese name: Toshi-Kantarō." By the way, you're not a thing, you're a North-South Walker. ”

"What about you?" he asked.

"I'm Michiko Toshi."

We laughed.

On the first day of the Chinese New Year, cook tangyuan to eat, a bowl of eight, a bowl of six.

"Know why you're cooking this number?" He asked mysteriously.

"Hair and shun. You can wash the dishes today. ”

"Why?"

"Wash your fortune!"

He laughed and went happily.

After having a son, he began to become a little nervous.

Everything about babies is of great concern.

Well, you can't watch TV, as the Internet says; well, the child should sleep on his side; well, after eating, you must shoot vertically, you can't hug, you have to spit up milk...

On the side of the road, a note was posted on the telephone pole with a brush that read, "Children cry at night."

He stood still, read it carefully, shook his head and recited it, afraid that he would not remember, and took a picture with his mobile phone.

I don't understand.

"If we cry at night in the future, we will also write a post at the intersection and read it to passers-by."

It's speechless.

It has always been a strange and chaotic god, and now I actually superstitiously believe in this set.

Mocking him, he gave up in embarrassment.

Every time before going to bed, the child must have a world war-like action, the mouth is deflated, the nose is twitched, the eyebrows are wrinkled, the head is shaking and the feet are dancing, the hands are dancing, the shouts are crying, and the ceiling will be shaken.

He had no choice, hugged him, and repeated the sentence "We are the most well-behaved children in the world."

The son ignored him and cried even louder.

I hugged him and hummed softly as I walked, the child did not cry, he was very lost, he felt that the child was not close to him.

The son suddenly turned his head, Xu was looking at him unconsciously, opened his mouth, smiled brightly, and he was excited again.

He said, I really hope that with Sun Wukong's magic, you and Yu'er will become a little person, put it in your pocket, and carry it with you like a sand monk carrying a burden.

The world is easy to change, but some things won't change.

Little by little things in life, when they come together, they become an ocean of happiness.

Wait until the scenery is clear, maybe you will accompany me to see the long stream of thin water.

Even if there are still unpredictable storms in the future, let us – you, me, and my son – go on hand in this way.

Facing the sea, spring blossoms.