blue marshmallow

He really comes back to accompany me every day, although sometimes he comes back very late, at that time, I will warm a glass of milk, sit quietly on the sofa and wait for him patiently, I know, he must go back to that home first , and then find an excuse to come out, I don't know what method he used to get out, but after all, he has made a lot of efforts for me, I am calm on the surface, but I am deeply moved in my heart.

Of course, he sometimes leaves in the early hours of the morning, and I always feel his kisses and soft sighs between half asleep and half awake.

Every time he closes the door, I will open my eyes and look at the dark air in front of me, imagining him running towards the warm nest that I have never seen before in the morning light, I don’t understand why he does this Do, since you can't let go of that side, why do you still pester me? When I think about it, I feel sad for a while. I want him to let go of them and choose me selfishly. I like to be pestered by him, but isn't it immoral?

I wanted to ask several times, but I dare not, I am afraid that once the window paper is pierced, everything will cease to exist like broken soap bubbles, and I will lose him forever, and I will lose the ability to love from now on, so, I gritted my teeth and tried my best to maintain the emotion of loving each other. I don’t remember where I heard that love needs to be managed. I admit that I am working hard to manage my love!

Sometimes he hugs me and sits on the sofa reading a book, while I concentrate on playing games, and then he will look at me in a daze, and whisper to himself, saying that I seem to have changed, and I will stop, carelessly He smiled at him desperately, saying that of course he is becoming more and more handsome, and he needs to keep a close eye on me, otherwise I will run away with long legs, and he will smile helplessly and rub my hair, and continue to read with his head down, while I My heart will be up and down and I will lose my mind. Lovers are sensitive, and he has already discovered my little secret?

I was at work that day, and my cell phone rang suddenly. He never called me during working hours, he always sent me text messages. When he picked up the phone, he saw that it was Xiaorui, "Hey, Xiaorui, what's the matter?"

"Brother Xiang, I, I,"

Xiaorui's flustered and helpless voice came from the microphone, and I sat up straight for a moment, "Xiaorui, don't worry, speak slowly, what's the matter?"

"I'm in the hospital, brother Xiang, can you... lend me some money? I'll pay you back as soon as possible, I promise," his voice was trembling and intermittent, obviously very excited and difficult to express, after all Now people are most afraid of hearing about borrowing money, let alone we are not very close friends.

I frowned and turned my head quickly. I'm not good at managing money. If you ask me how much money I have in my pocket, I can't answer. How much do you want?" How much money do I fucking have, I just murmured in my heart, what should I do if I promise but can't get it?Oh, I still have Ah Zheng, why did I forget him, haha, I have a big God of Wealth, my mood suddenly brightened.

"Twenty thousand, okay?" His voice was timidly filled with distressing uncertainty.

"No problem," I said confidently now, "When do you want it?"

"Right now, okay?" His voice also became eager and cheerful.

"Oh, yes, you tell me which hospital it is in, and I will send it right away."

He quickly said the name of the hospital. I asked the supervisor for leave. I got on the bike and drove home. It’s better to be close to home. I opened the door and opened the drawer first. I put all the money he gave me in the drawer. , I grabbed it and counted it, there should be more than 3, I looked at the drawer again, wow, there should be tens of thousands left.

With the money in his pocket, he took a taxi to the hospital directly. Xiao Rui was walking anxiously in the corridor, and when he saw me, he hurried over to meet me.

"What's the matter with you? What's wrong?" I handed him the money and looked him up and down, as if he didn't look sick.

"It's not me, it's my mother," he said as he took the money and walked towards the payment window. I hate the hospital, and the experience of being admitted to the hospital twice left me with lingering fears, so I didn't follow him, but chose Stay where you are.

He walked a few steps and found that I didn't follow, and looked back at me suspiciously. I made a gesture to him that you can do your work, I'll wait, and then he ran forward quickly. I saw him thin and tall My body was shaking in front of my eyes, and I remembered that during the few days when I was in a coma, my mother and father must have been busy for me in the same way.

I found a chair by the wall and sat down to wait for him. I looked down at the floor tiles in front of me. From time to time, high-heeled shoes, cotton shoes, leather shoes, sneakers, big feet, small feet, crutches, and wheelchairs passed by in front of me, just like us. In the unknown life, we wear different shoes at different stages and walk on the only road of our own life, whether we walk alone for a while, or go together for a while, the same thing is always in a hurry, and we don’t have time to stop and look around scenery.

Suddenly remembered that when I went out in the morning, I heard a conversation between an old man and a sister who collected waste carts. The main idea was that the old man asked if the business was going well recently. It’s easy to do, and then turned to leave. The eldest sister reminded the old man loudly from behind, “Your home is fine,” the old man quickly replied, “Oh, well, you should go back earlier at night.” It was a very ordinary conversation, and I But I feel warm in my heart. Is it true that we must wait until we get old before we have time to care about the strangers around us, and then we will calmly present the kind and gentle side of our hearts?

What's wrong with me, why do I start to feel a little sad, I hate the complex of hurting spring and autumn, but what am I doing now?I smiled helplessly, I don't blame Ah Zheng for saying that I have changed, I am really getting old!

Huihui has grown up!