When I was a teenager, I thought there was no love between my parents.
At that time, I liked reading romance novels, watching you love me, I love you, and I like vigorous emotional films.
I thought this was love.
Later, it was discovered that seemingly thrilling love is often the most enduring of time, while dull love is often the longest companionship.
My parents are an ordinary couple in the countryside. They have been quietly warm together for nearly 30 years.
There are all kinds of lovers in the world, some are noisy and some are respectful, but in my impression, mom and dad only had a cold war once, but they made up immediately.
Free love was not popular then.
My father said that your mother and I were classmates in high school, and we didn't have any ideas at that time. Later, we said that when the media was right, we would get married, and then we would have your three brothers and sisters. ...
Although my father said it in a few words, I know that when my mother married my father, there was nothing at home.
Poor, but a warm little family.
There is a Swiss word in my mother's name. When I was a child, I never understood why my father called my mother Ruijing.
Later, I learned from the book that being humble was a low name for a wife by an ancient man.
From then on, in my mind, Ruijing became my father's nickname for my mother. Because my father only calls me that when talking to my mother.
This is the most disgusting place between mom and dad.
Usually, they pour all their love into everyday dribs and drabs.
It's very cold in winter mornings. At this time, dad basically got up to make breakfast.
But when dad gets up, he usually lets his mother sleep for a while, and he will carefully cover the quilt for fear of air leakage. He was afraid that his mother would freeze to death.
During the Spring Festival last year, my father smiled and said that there were three women at home and asked him to make breakfast.
Then he shook his head, resigned and went into the kitchen.
Dad likes singing, especially when cooking breakfast, so I often hear his cheerful singing in the early morning.
On the other hand, mothers often sing with their husbands. She can sing all the songs that Dad can sing and hum a few words when she has time.
As for the meals cooked by my mother at ordinary times, my father occasionally says that it is not delicious, but once our brother and sister say that it is not delicious, my father will put two chopsticks on it and say, well, it is delicious. What happened to them?
It has become an instinct for a father to protect his mother.
There is no pledge of eternal love between them, but there is a sincere and simple flow of water.
There is a passage in The Little Prince that says, if you say you will come at four o'clock in the afternoon, I will feel very happy from three o'clock, and the closer the time is, the happier I will be. By four o'clock, I will be restless, and I have found the value of happiness.
When my father is working outside, he will call his mother on time at around 9: 00 every night without interruption.
So my mother gets a phone call from my father before going to bed every day.
Sometimes at that point, before my father calls, my mother will fidget, and then I will get through to my father and hang up, and then my father will call back.
But it is often my father who calls back. Without saying a few words, my mother urges me to hang up if I have nothing to do. My mother hung up before I finished.
Because I don't need to say too much, I just need to listen to your voice and know if you are good. This is probably the love of mutual care.
The feeling of caring for each other is precious, so many people envy those couples who are not in their prime, but support each other until they are old.
My mother has always been in poor health, and my father has always taken care of her without any complaints.
Father often tells us three brothers and sisters to be kind to our mother. He said that his mother was weak and suffered too much, so he should pay more attention to her.
I remember that after my mother had an operation, my father always took care of my mother and lost ten pounds in just one month.
My mother was so distressed that she secretly wiped her tears several times.
Their kindness to each other has become as natural as breathing, and they value each other more than themselves.
This is my parents' love, not vigorous, only flowing. This is my parents' love, not vigorous, only flowing.
The love between father and mother is daily.
Maybe it's a common name, maybe it's a simple bowl of scallion noodles, maybe it's a phone call before going to bed.
You are happy, I am happy, you are sad, and I am more sad than you.
May you be happy and I will be happy. That's about it.
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