The earliest contact with "premarital love" was because of "Romantic Room Full" which was popular all over the world in 2005. In September of that year, I started my college life. Just got rid of the shackles of books and mountains, and felt a little throbbing about love and marriage in ignorance. I accidentally saw one of the clips on my roommate's computer, and it got out of hand. As a result, the roommates lined up and played the trick together.
At present, Full House Romance is a super sweet pet drama. At that time, I was not only impressed by the rain and the beauty of Song Hye Kyo, but also moved by those sweet bridges and flowing water. For example, as a writer, I have been obsessed with the tape recorder that rain gave to Beijing, Song Hye Kyo, until ten years later, under my indirect "hint", my husband gave it to me as a birthday present. Although all the mobile phones now have recording function, and the practicality of the recording pen is no longer the same as before, I still cherish it carefully, accompanied by the dream of girls falling in love with spring.
During my college years and at the beginning of my work, I also talked about several relationships, all of which were hurt by myself. In a blink of an eye, I am 27 years old and single. Relatives and friends also introduced several people, some of whom met once and some chatted for several days. The two sides compare and test each other. As long as one side shows carelessness, the other side will disappear. The blind date market is mostly a conditional game, not a love. Although my husband didn't know each other through blind date, he succumbed to reality to some extent, met the right person at the right time, and then got married in a hurry at the urging of both parents.
Looking back now, the first two years of marriage were really a difficult time. Although there is the sweetness of the first marriage, it is more of a variety of running-in:
He has a bad temper and I am stubborn. Whenever there is an argument, it often makes me slam the door regardless, let him look all over the street, and then politely beg me to go back. I enjoyed it, but I didn't know he was already suffering. I remember one night, it was almost ten o'clock. In a strange shopping mall, I started to leave because of a disagreement. I ran out for a while and found the bag at his place. I don't have anything with me, and I can't tell East from West. I am stubborn, such as groping my way home along the bus stop sign with the common sense of living in the north for many years. I walked to the door and saw a piece of paper posted at the door, asking me to call him back as soon as possible.
When I called him by phone, he heard my voice, asked me loudly where I was, and then took a taxi to find him. I can't remember why I was arguing now, but when he came back, his anxious look was engraved on my mind and I couldn't get it out. Later, I learned that he couldn't find me after chasing me out. I found that my mobile phone bags were all in his place. I am very anxious. First, I searched the way we went by bike, but I couldn't find me at home, so I walked back. After receiving the call, I took a taxi back. That reckless departure really scared him, thinking that he had lost me. I was scared myself. The cold street lamps and the sparse crowd made me tremble with fear. From then on, we agreed to never leave without saying a word. Later, with children, this reckless retreat never happened again. ...
I pursue petty bourgeoisie, and he cares about economy. I like to go to Haidilao to enjoy quality service, and he prefers to eat and drink. I hope he can prepare flowers and gifts in advance every holiday. He either forgot the date, or remembered it alertly and turned to a "520" red envelope, which was straightforward, but lacked the sense of ceremony I wanted. To this end, I sighed again and again, and he repeatedly repented and apologized. It was not until the birth of the child that I completely turned my attention to the various important days of the child, only occasionally I received unexpected surprises from him.
This uncoordinated running-in lasted for a year or two, and I shouted "divorce" countless times. I think he may not have such an idea in his heart. Fortunately, none of us have serious bad habits. Fortunately, we are all willing to compromise. Fortunately, we are all "giants of language and dwarfs of action", which makes us successfully pass the "seven-year itch". And with the passage of time, some of his advantages were slowly discovered by me. For example, he is willing to delve into recipes, "wash hands and make soup" for me and my family, and undertake all the housework, so that I don't touch spring water and don't suffer from secular interference. He has a strong willpower, always keeps the motivation to learn and gains his own success. I have great attraction for doing everything well in three minutes, which makes me admire. During the "epidemic", I also tried to go into the kitchen to cook what he liked to eat. He was very surprised and grateful.
As time goes on, friction keeps happening. Through repeated conflicts and opening up, we have a deeper understanding and respect for each other.
At breakfast today, he said, I'll give you two a new birthday when the epidemic is over. I asked, didn't it pass? He said: No party, no sense of ceremony. ...
As Song Hye Kyo said in The Romantic Room: