My first meeting with Xiao Fei

I was 32 years old when I met Fatty. Xu was too deeply influenced by Qiong Yao's novels when he was young, hoping to meet a humble gentleman who was warm and jade to talk about a vigorous, liver-gut love, so that at the age of 25, he began a long-distance relationship with a soft intestine, and died without illness after 3 years. For the next few years, he was alone and intermittently blind dates, until he met Xiao Fei. Before we met, we chatted through QQ and learned that he was 41 years old and divorced and had a son. He didn't talk much during the chat, and later learned that the computer was not used well and the typing speed was slow. The more I learned, the more I started the video, the big fat face, and there was a big gap with the photo, but there was a subtle innocence in laughing, not to be disgusting.

32-year-old unmarried, typical elderly leftover girl, parents and adults always advise, friends around them thousands of introductions to blind dates, always for one reason or another to look down on others or be looked down upon by others. So when I received the message from Xiao Fei asking to meet, there were not many waves in my heart, the month should be April, around two o'clock in the afternoon, I looked at the message he sent on the computer QQ, saying that I would meet after work. I reply, how to see? He said find a place to eat near my house. I said I didn't have the habit of going out to eat on my own. He laughed and said then I'll come to your company to pick you up. I said it's fine, you come to my office at four o'clock and wait for me. At that time, I thought that if I didn't dislike it, I would wait for the end of work to eat and talk together, and if I wasn't interested, I would lie that I would open or work overtime, so that we wouldn't be embarrassed by each other. He arrived on time and called me in the parking lot to get out and pick him up. He was listening to the phone when I walked out, tall, stout, majestic, and his image passed. He followed me into the office area, didn't say much, didn't look at me too much, only said, you go to your office, I wait for you. I froze for a moment, there was no room for refusal, and I went back to doing my own thing safely.

After work, he went to the Huayang River to eat a cold cup, and did not ask too much for my opinion. Order three or two cold brine dishes on porridge, after eating want to drink a cup of tea by the river, Chengdu's spring is still blowing cold with the wind. He said, forget it, go to my house and sit down. The tone was so sparse and calm that I didn't think in the direction of evil and danger. A man in his early 40s, not to trick a woman in his early 30s into coming home to rape or rob his money, returned home with such a mentality. Before the meeting, I knew his work unit, and I knew that I would pass through his house every day when I went to work, so there was no strange feeling to go home with him. Unexpectedly, his home was super neat, the windows were clear, there were no extra decorations, just a few black pottery ornaments that he said were the works of a student of Kawami, which he put away. We were seated on the large terrace outside the living room, a bend of the river, the riverside park was verdant, and the view was excellent. He came into the house to wash strawberries, bring a few plates of dried fruits and tea, and did not say much. I was extremely calm inside and had no more words. When he came out again, he held two certificates and said you see, I turned it over, the real estate deed and the divorce certificate. I laughed and he laughed in agreement. The wind blew that day, on the terrace of his house, I didn't remember feeling cold, I didn't remember what we talked about, I didn't see each other and hate the night, and I didn't get tired of talking. At nearly nine o'clock, I said send me back. He stood up and handed me the strawberry bowl, and I said I didn't eat it, and he said he didn't ask you to eat it, put it in the refrigerator. I was stunned that I didn't know where the refrigerator was on my first visit. But also did not hesitate, not in the living room is always in the kitchen, not to his refrigerator to put the master bedroom...

The road that Xiao Fei sent me home, if there is no traffic jam, it takes ten minutes, coming and going, and the impression is that his ticket doubled that year, all on this road. Our story has just begun...