Six Records of Floating Life

, took my luggage and packed it.

"Why, it's not very good." I argued.With my hands empty, I wandered around the room.

There are rare writing brushes on the desk.I went over to take a look, and he wrote Du Fu's "Moon Night".

"Tsk tsk tsk, miss me so much that you want to write this kind of poetry?"

Song Qing glanced at me: "It doesn't exist. I just simply like this poem."

"This poem has a deep impression on me." I remembered that the teacher taught this poem in high school, "It seems that there is something wrong with writing. I just remember that Du Fu was clearly writing that he missed his wife and children, but he said that his wife missed him. I thought to myself, why is Du Fu so boring?"

Song Qing also laughed.After a while, he looked at me and said, "You love me."

I froze for a moment before I understood what he was talking about.

"Well, I love you."

(44)

During the Chinese New Year, we both went back to celebrate the New Year.I got home earlier than him and went to pick him up at the station.

Whenever he sees me, he chatters with me.

"Didn't I tell you that my second sister gave birth to a daughter? I went back to see it during the Chinese New Year. It's so cute! She's willing to let me hug her!"

He talked about his trivial matters, and I listened quietly.

"Our TV was broken. My dad said, I'm not a college student, so let me fix it. I was dumbfounded at the time. Later, I called the workers to come up and fix it."

He thought of something and asked me: "Did your parents urge you to have a girlfriend again?"

True, but I don't want to tell him. "No, don't think about it."

He was a little depressed: "Oh, it would be great if I were a girl. We can go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a certificate together, meet your parents in an open and aboveboard manner, and I can give you a football team."

I was amused by his last sentence: "Football team? Having one you is enough for you. Well, don't think about it. It's fine now."

He solemnly said to me again: "If you want to get married, go get married. If you still want me, it doesn't matter if I'm an underground lover."

I pat his head.Just when he was about to speak, he covered his mouth: "If you let me go, I will go. I will never pester you."

I could see his eyes were flushed.

"Promise me. Okay?"

I nodded and he threw himself into my arms, not letting me see his face.

(45)

Song Qing and I are not particularly insecure people.

I don't know if it's because of our special reasons.The two of us are like two phalaenopsis in the rainforest, embracing each other tightly to survive.

Sometimes I also worry that he will leave.I am ordinary, with a lot of shortcomings.Song Qing is shining in my heart.

What is he worried about, I know.He also knows my worries.

The two of us grasped each other's uneasiness and comforted our own.

Then, quietly fantasize about forever in my heart.

Sixth note

(46)

I don't have a particularly good memory.This point can be seen from the fact that I can't remember English words.Some account passwords are also easy to forget.

So, on my first birthday we spent together.

Song Qing gave me a small notebook.About the size of the palm of your hand.

I opened it and memorized several pages of my various account numbers and passwords.There is also a small buckle on the book, which can be buckled on the keychain.

He said, it doesn't matter if you lose this book, he will also help me remember it, it's a proper human notebook.

I refused to accept it and asked him to write down his frequently used account passwords in a notebook, and I also helped him remember them.

He also wrote a few pages.

Later, some accounts were not used frequently, and some numbers were changed.That little notebook is still well kept by me.

(47)

The little fool said that he wanted to buy a casserole, which could cook casserole noodles or something.

I don't know what a casserole is. Once I went home, the supermarket downstairs was on sale, and there was a transparent pot that was quite cheap. It looked good, so I took it back.

When I got home, the little fool saw this pot, gave me a blank look, and said that I would buy things blindly.I excused aggrievedly: "The supermarket said this pot is very practical! It can boil water and cook vegetables."

The little fool gave me another look.He washed the pot, filled it with half a pot of water and boiled it.He also said with a look of disgust: "Let's try it first."

It didn't take long for the water to boil.Bubbles came out one by one from the bottom, and the little fool squatted beside him watching.I poked him lightly with my elbow, "The water is boiling." Song Qing pushed me out: "Boil it for a while, disinfect!"

I smiled helplessly, and silently brought the thermos bottle to his side, "If you don't fill it with water, everyone will burn dry."

He said "Got it" and pushed me out of the kitchen.

It took him a while to fill the thermos bottle with water.

I laughed at him as a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.He pouted: "If I wasn't a country bumpkin, you wouldn't want to keep this pot."

(48)

Once, the little fool caught a cold.He struggled to go to work, and fell on the sofa as soon as he got home.I was startled when I got home, hurriedly hugged him to the bed, took his temperature, it was 39.8°C.I found cold medicine at home and gave him a drink.

But, we have to eat.I worry about the pots and pans in the kitchen.My mother never let me into the kitchen since I was a child, and I ate in the school cafeteria when I was in college, and he cooked with Song Qing after graduation.

I washed a few handfuls of rice like a gourd, and planned to cook a pot of porridge to heat up the vegetables I ate in the morning.

What I didn't expect was... I put too much water, and I couldn't get a few grains of rice in a pot of porridge, and I still put the cooked rice in it.I put the greens in the microwave too long and they came out straight.

The little fool sighed while eating: "I finally know what it means to eat for the people. With my disease, the sky of our family will collapse."

I also barely ate some.The next day, I forced him to ask for leave, and went to the breakfast shop downstairs to get porridge and steamed stuffed buns.I eat buns, he eats porridge.At noon, I hurried back to buy him some porridge, and took my temperature again. I was relieved when I saw that it had dropped a little, and watched him drink the medicine before going to work.

In the evening, I bought porridge and went home.As soon as the little fool saw the porridge, he frowned: "Why is it still porridge? I ate four meals of porridge even yesterday!"

"Don't eat other things blindly when you have a cold, you can get better quickly by eating porridge." I answered him solemnly.

So in the next two days, I replaced all the recipes in our family with porridge.

What I gave back was that after the little fool recovered from his illness, the family did not cook porridge for a month.

(49)

Although the little fool and I are considered northerners, we are really very different in terms of diet.

I really like porridge, but the little fool really hates porridge. He once said: "Eating porridge will cause diarrhea!" Come and fool me not to eat porridge.

Our opposite is not considered exclusive.But I can't eat noodles often, and I get hungry easily.

Also, both of us like spicy food, but he can't eat very spicy food.Some dishes were okay for me to eat, but he was so hot that tears flowed out.

He loves fish and I have a seafood allergy.

I like to eat lean meat, but he thinks lean meat will get stuck between his teeth.

Once I bought a box of preserved eggs and went home. He took a bite, frowned and spat it out, and then watched me finish the box with a look of disbelief.

……

What makes us tenaciously live together is a real question.

(Fifty)

When we first graduated, there were not as many air conditioners as there are now, or we could not afford them.

The only cooling equipment in the house is the refrigerator.The refrigerator was left by the landlord. It is an old-fashioned type that freezes easily.

So in summer, our only expectation is to smash all the ice in the refrigerator when it is time to clear the ice, put it in a washbasin, and put it in front of the fan, and two people sit side by side to blow the fan.

Later, I saved some money, but I didn't buy an air conditioner.After all, no matter how cool the air conditioner is, it can't compare to the intimacy of sitting side by side and blowing a fan.

(51)

I'm not a master at making up stories, but I'm a master at destroying them.

One day I asked the little fool: "Do you know why the prince married Cinderella?"

The little fool shook his head.

"Because Cinderella's father is very rich. He can buy all kinds of gold, silver, jewelry and beautiful clothes for his daughter, which shows that he is very rich. But those two sisters were not born to Cinderella's father. After Cinderella's father died In the end, only his biological daughter, Cinderella, can inherit the family property! Therefore, the prince married Cinderella, not her two older sisters!"

The little fool was shocked by my words.After a while, he was eager to try: "I want one too."

He thought for a while: "In "The Little Mermaid", the prince wants to marry the princess of the neighboring country, not because the princess is the one who he thinks will save him. He just wants to make peace with the neighboring country, and that reason is just to deceive the little mermaid. Yes! Even if it wasn't for the princess of the neighboring country who saved his girl, he would have found other reasons!"

The two of us laughed and walked on the road of destroying the story happily.

(52)

Sometimes the little fool will ask me: "Is there anyone in the company who likes you?"

"No."

He kicked me: "That sucks."

I asked him: "Isn't it good that no one likes me, so I won't run away with people."

He shook his head: "No one likes you, but I like you. It makes me look so bad! If you want that, many people like you, but you only like me, and no one else will look at it. That's fun." .”

I smiled: "Have you read too many novels recently?"

(53)

When he talks about me on the Internet, he always calls me my husband, but in real life he doesn’t often call me, and more often he calls me by my name.

The first yell was when we moved out of school.We were lying on the bed together, and he called me quietly: "Husband."

I blinked and blinked: "wife?"

He got angry and sat up on the bed