She and he met online, but they lived in different cities and were far apart. She liked him, his literary talents, and appreciated his writing style. Their acquaintance began with a novel he published.
He once had an enviable job and a high income. I heard that he suddenly resigned a year ago and was said to be writing a novel at home. Six months ago, his friend borrowed almost all of his savings, saying that he would only use it for ten days and a half, but he never returned it to him, making him suddenly a pauper. But he didn't want to give up writing, so he could only Living hard.
He did not expect that she would come to his city. She found his residence with great difficulty. He was very surprised, very pleasantly surprised, and very embarrassed. He spread out his empty hands and apologized. He said, I am so shabby, are you still willing to be with me? She didn't say anything, she just threw herself into his arms and held him tightly.
They lived together. After purchasing some additional necessities, he opened his wallet and counted it. There was not much money left in the bag.
He said, this won’t work, it’s too unfair for you, I can borrow some from my friends, and I should have money after I finish this work.
She said, never borrow it again. If you borrow it for the first time, you will want to borrow it for the second time. I know you haven't gone out to work for a long time because of the creation of this novel. Don't worry, I can bear the hardship and I don't want to be a burden to you.
Then, she lay on the bed and started to collect all the money of the two of them. She counted only 321 yuan. She said, it was a little less, but it doesn’t matter. You can write in peace, I will do it tomorrow. Just look for a job, find a job that pays you daily wages.
He lay beside her excitedly and called her wife, while she buried her face in his chest and remained silent. She knew that he was hurting in his heart.
He said emotionally: "Wife! I love you."
She held his hand and put it on her chest, saying in her heart: "I love you too, we We will be together forever."
In the morning, they got up together. He watched her wash her face and brush her teeth, and watched her busy making breakfast for him. The smell of rice made him feel like home. The warmth. He sighed contentedly and watched her go out to find a job with a smile.
He waved to her and watched her figure disappear at the end of the road. I turned around again and wanted to write. I made a few strokes, but I couldn't write any more. He missed her, and his heart was in a mess. I had to put down my pen, wash clothes, clean the room, wipe the floor, kitchen utensils, doors and windows. The wind chimes on the windowsill made a very clear sound, ding, ding, ding...dang...dong...dong... He looked at the wind chimes and wiped his sweat and smiled, happiness turned out to be so simple.
When it was getting dark, she came back. He cooked a pot of rice porridge in a panic, bought fried cakes and side dishes, and asked her with concern, had she had lunch?
"I ate, and I found a job." She said excitedly, but her eyes were a little disappointed, because she didn't eat at noon. As for the job, she really found it, but she couldn't say what it was. To work, she only said to reassure him that she would make money legally with her own labor.
He didn’t ask in detail. The feeling of happiness diluted those trivial matters. Now he just wants to hold her in his arms, hold her face and kiss her, or lean on each other in front of the window under the moon, chatting about the stars. Review the moon. But she looked very tired after eating, so he could only put aside his romance, hold her on the bed, and tuck her into bed.
In the days that followed, he stayed at home and wrote peacefully during the day, while she went out to work. After returning home, they talked about literature and writing together.
She did not let him do housework. She would prepare lunch for him every time she went out, and told him that she would cook when she came back in the evening. She was quite stubborn and kept his distress deep in her heart, but would not allow him to borrow money.
So, when she came back every night and put a handful of broken bills in my hand, he couldn't help but want to cry.
She said, I am not a person who is afraid of hardship. However, I want us to insist on doing anything, just like I came to this city where you are, not for anything else, just to be able to fall in love with you.
Happy days always pass quickly. Soon, she helped him pay back the money he borrowed one after another.
The night when the debt was paid off, the sky was beautiful with many stars. On the grass, she lay on his lap and counted the stars. She said, how beautiful the sky is, how beautiful our love is.
He said, let me recite the words for you. Who do you like? Well, Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal". "Divination" by Su Shi. I memorized "Jiang Chengzi" without realizing it. He lowered his head and kissed her. He said we will never be separated.
She chanted happily, "The mountains have no edges, the heaven and the earth are in harmony, and I dare not break up with you."
She was afraid that he would not eat breakfast, so she often bought him breakfast. One night, at half past eleven, when they were all asleep, she had a dream about many bakeries. After waking up, I found that I forgot to buy him breakfast. He ran outside in his pajamas. He caught up with her and asked, "Why are you going?" Be careful when falling.
She said, I'm sorry, I forgot to buy you breakfast.
After she finished speaking, his nose felt sore and he cried. That night, on the street, he kissed her without any scruples, leaving her breathless.
One day at noon, he bought wife cake, what a kind name. He didn't want to eat it and kept it until evening.
One night, she said that today’s eggs were only 2.40 yuan per catty; vegetables were only 80 cents per catty.
He knew that she was good at picking eggs, and all the eggs she picked were fresh. The vegetable market was very dirty, so she would squeeze among a bunch of middle-aged women, picking vegetable leaves and bargaining with others.
She made dinner. She used a little bit of mushrooms and put them in the boiling water. Then she beat the eggs in and watched them boil. She also added a little bit of green onions and some There is chicken essence. It's very fragrant. This bowl of soup cost about 80 cents.
He likes to eat spinach, it is very cheap, only one yuan a handful, and she can make many styles of spinach. For example, he eats both boiled and steamed food very deliciously. She wanted to laugh when she saw the way he was eating.
Sometimes, she would just scramble eggs and make fried rice. This was her unique skill, and he often praised her. She proudly said that she learned this from one of their masters who does weddings and weddings. Put the oil first, put the rice in, stir it, and add a little salt. Then, serve in a large bowl. Take a small bowl, beat two or three eggs, and stir. Add MSG, salt, and other seasonings. After stirring well. Add more oil to the pan. Put the eggs in and stir with chopsticks. Let the eggs spread out. Don't make it too old. Then, pour all the rice and eggs into the pot and mix. Simmer in the pot for a few minutes. Then you can eat.
Every time they eat from a big bowl, two spoons, head to head, smiling, a bowl of light mushroom soup, a big bowl of egg fried rice, they are very happy and full. While eating, he told her where he had gone in his novel, how the plot was designed, and how he wanted to develop it in the future. He was talking with great joy, and she was fascinated by what he said.
She really likes him, likes to watch his back when writing, likes to listen to the sound of him typing on the keyboard and rummaging through books, and likes to do anything for him. There was no TV at home, only a computer, but he used it all the time. When he was writing, she would read books or help him find information. She also likes to show off their quilts. Because she likes to smell the sun when she sleeps at night, just like their love, very warm and smells good.
He also likes to smell the sun, but he prefers to hold her and smell her body. He said it was the smell of a good wife.
One day, he was suddenly very irritable, lacked inspiration, and couldn't write even after racking his brains. Feeling depressed, he walked out of the house and unknowingly came to a bustling shopping mall, surrounded by noisy crowds. Here he suddenly heard a familiar voice that was no longer familiar, sir, would you like to polish your shoes? Sir, would you like to polish your shoes? It's her, it turns out it's her, it turns out she shines shoes for others every day.
He was very shocked. He suddenly didn’t understand why she would come all the way to him and willingly do the dirty, tiring, and menial job of shining shoes to support his writing. His heart hurt again, very much.
He did not have the courage to step forward and question him. Instead, after watching in silence for a long time, he returned home.
That night, he talked to her a lot, and he didn’t know how he got around to this topic. At about three o’clock in the morning, he asked her why she liked him and why. She likes a pauper, she insists it's because of love. He found it unbelievable and unbelievable, and hoped that she would tell the truth. Finally, she said, the person who borrowed all your money is my brother. In fact, he did not borrow but cheated. He is now serving his sentence in prison...