That 1 his waist protruded

first little thing

When I was 24 years old, in September of the year I first got together with Zhang Qiushu, I once bought four autumn white peaches.The peaches are a bit hard, so I just want to let them soften for a few days before eating them.

As a result, two peaches began to rot before they were soft.I washed them, squatted next to the trash can in the kitchen, and used a paring knife to peel off the broken parts little by little.

Zhang Qiushu stood at the door of the kitchen and looked at me, "If the fruit is broken, you can't eat it."

I lifted the peeled peach to my eyes, and it was still a white peach.

"As long as the fruit is visibly spoiled, it means that the nutritional content has changed. The whole fruit is covered with invisible mold, and it will not help to cut off a part." I was very good at biology when I was in school, how could I not know.

Zhang Qiushu asked back: "Then you still cut it?" He asked me why I did such useless work.

"Because I'm poor, I don't want to just throw it away."

I turned to look at Zhang Qiushu.His face is not very good-looking, I can see his tangle.At this time, he was ashamed to boss me around like he did later.He may want to say that he will give me money, but he is afraid of hurting my self-esteem.

I ate the remaining peaches in front of him.

He turned and left, and if it wasn't for the fact that there was no door to the kitchen, he might have slammed the door.

The next day he came back from get off work, bought eight ripe and juicy peaches, and stuffed the bag to me without saying a word.

I asked him: "You bought so many, but they are all soft and won't last a few days in the refrigerator. How many are you going to eat?"

Zhang Qiushu was obviously stunned.

I took a closer look at the peaches, "And you don't seem to be very good at picking fruits? What you say is useless. I'll wash one and you'll know after a taste."

Two minutes later, Zhang Qiushu stared at the peach with a bite in his hand and doubted his life.

I leaned over and took a bite of the one in his hand, "It's not unpalatable, it's just that it's not sour, not sweet, and tasteless."

He stuffed the peach to me with a serious face, "Please."

I understand, what he meant was that he gave me everything he didn't want to eat.So I peeled and cut the remaining seven unpalatable peaches into pieces and cooked them in canned fruit—this time he was willing to eat them again.

That year, peaches ranged from 15 yuan to [-] yuan a catty, and I was reluctant to buy them for canning.Thanks to Zhang Qiushu, I have this experience.

Zhang Qiushu asked me: "Are you good at living?"

I replied: "It's just a trivial matter."

When I knew him, he was the kind of guy who craved fruit and bought a box of fresh cuts.I was reluctant, I was short of those few dollars.

From then on, I basically took care of the daily necessities, rice, oil, salt and odds and ends at home, and Zhang Qiushu would hand over part of his salary—for living expenses.I suspect he is "helping the poor", but I have no proof.

second little thing

Still that year.

I was in a different hospital at the time, on the physical therapy unit of the rehab department, not the sports rehab department.

A man who was nearly 70 years old fell and broke a bone.Fracture of the tibia and fracture of the radius. After the operation, I immobilized for three months according to the traditional "one hundred days of injury".

When his family brought him here, the joints were already glued together.If you want to recover gong again, the process will definitely be painful.

When I was doing joint stretching for the old man, the old man swung his arm and hit me directly on the head because of the pain.I was concentrating on the work at hand, and I didn't react for a while, so I just got hit like this.

When Zhang Qiushu came home that day, he saw that my forehead was bruised and my eye sockets were bruised. It was obvious that someone had beaten me, so he asked me what happened.

Such an old man made a move, everyone tacitly agreed that he could successfully rely on the old man to sell the old man, and beating someone was useless.

The next day, this guy asked for leave and brought a lawyer friend to talk to the old man's family members.Later, the old man stopped coming, and the family asked me to apologize and gave me money.

Zhang Qiushu told me: "If they want to give you an apology, you just keep it. This is a negotiated compensation in a civil dispute, and you deserve it."

That year the injury doctor hadn't been sentenced yet, so I don't know how that lawyer friend negotiated.There is monitoring in the treatment room, and there are witnesses at the scene. I have not performed any illegal operations, and I have explained that the process will be painful.Anyway, we're definitely right.

I noticed that Zhang Qiushu was rarely angry because of me being beaten, although his anger was also very subtle.This guy has always been gentle with the outside world, and it is rare for him to care about this kind of time.

Later, I learned to be smart, and I was never beaten in the hospital, and I was able to avoid troubles.

the third little thing

In the second year when Zhang Qiushu and I were together, I was planning to go to the cinema to watch a movie.But then I gave up because there was no new film I was interested in.

Later, I recommended him to watch a movie with me at home.The movie I chose, he asked me what subject matter, I replied: "Romance movies."

The 08 movie "Watercolor Painting" is indeed a romance movie.It's a bit bloody, a bit like youthful pain, but it's also very beautiful.I watched it twice, and felt that labels like "dog blood" and "youth pain" cannot be used to measure what the movie expresses.

Yes, I have seen it.At that time, I was still in college, and I was always thinking about many things in those years, some of which were not, and some of which had conclusions but had no conclusions.I have a deep impression on this movie, and I want to see what Zhang Qiushu will say.

As a result, this guy looked thoughtful after watching it, but he didn't say a word.

He thought for a long time and suddenly asked me: "When was your first love?"

He never asked me about my relationship history, and he thoughtfully understood the principle of "telling the ex to the current one is a proposition".This was the first time he brought up the topic, and he was very careful to ask "when" rather than "who".

I sighed, "After work."

Zhang Qiushu seemed surprised, "The year before last?"

Calculated by the time I graduated, only the year before last was before I met him and after graduation.

I couldn't help interrupting the brain supplement that might exist in this guy's mind: "Sorry, my first love is you."

"Really?"

Speaking of this, I am also very helpless, "When I was in school, I was thinking about the meaning of life, self-game, self-reconciliation and other issues. How can I have time for love?"

Zhang Qiushu smiled, "I will not let you down."

I don't know where his brain circuit has turned again, and I want to pry it open to see.

Just like what I saw in "Watercolor Painting" was the self-struggle of life, what he saw was the unforgettable first love.

I asked curiously: "Do you have a first love or Bai Yueguang who impressed you deeply?"

Zhang Qiushu sighed, but stopped talking.

I laughed, "Really? Then you don't need to tell me. I'm naturally jealous, and I'll die of anger."

Zhang Qiushu took a bite on my face without exerting any force, "What are you thinking about?"

"It's okay, just don't let me know."

Zhang Qiushu looked helpless, "No."

I deliberately angered him: "I know you are just talking."

This is the end of my death, and Zhang Qiushu executed me on the spot.