My husband and I's post-marriage routine + new life

The first year I met Mr. was at the university's end-of-year performance.My fourth year in love with Mr. We got married.The eighth year I love my husband is the fourth year of our marriage. The No.17 year of my husband and I, the snow is falling, and the winter is at the end of the year.I think I died in the fourth year we met.A work of feelings, causing depression.Continuing to write "New Life": His surname is Chu, which is very clear. He always has a gentle expression when he speaks. He loves to laugh, and there are two small dimples when he smiles. He and I have the same major but different classes.I was with Mr. Chu, he didn't like me calling him Mr. Chu, he asked me to call him Chuchu, he said it was like a couple's name.I laughed and said it was charming.In the third year with Chuchu, he proposed to me, but I refused, and I was still a little scared.He was a little surprised, but in the end he just touched my head gently, saying that Qingqing hadn't considered it yet, so he continued to wait for Qingqing.In the fifth year of being together with Chuchu, Chuchu proposed to me again, and I agreed. Five years of gentle treatment made me no longer afraid.In the sixth year of being together with Chuchu, we are going to get married.In the tenth year of marriage with Chuchu, we have gray hair.Now Chuchu likes to take me to sit in the garden to bask in the sun, serve two cups of tea, and whisper all afternoon.Sometimes Chuchu would hug me and lay in the rocking chair, patting my back and saying that she would come to me in the next life.I tease him in case he can't find it in his life.He hugged me tightly, word by word, and said sonorously, "No, I will find you at the ends of the earth." I smiled, and lay comfortably in his arms with my eyes closed.I know, I made the right choice in this life.