"Haha, you are so petty. Chuchu can be my daughter."
"Don't forget Su Dongpo's yellow poem: Pale hair with red makeup, a pear tree weighing begonias. An eighteen-year-old man likes an eighteen-year-old girl; an eighty-year-old man also likes an eighteen-year-old girl... Men,
I wish the younger the woman, the better..."
Didn't Mr. Gu Long say that? Young women are like fresh oranges. The skin of the oranges must be peeled as brightly as possible. But as for old women, they are like roast ducks. The skin is wrinkled.
Yes, it's ugly as hell.
"Hey, do you know what that little girl said?"
"How to say?"
"She said that if she reaches thirty years old, she will be scared to death. She hopes that she will die before the age of )."
Yan Xixi smiled dumbly.
"Hey, she is not my type. Her thinking is also very understandable. Originally, she asked me to accompany her to the opera tonight, but I refused. I have no interest in that stuff and dozed off as soon as I heard it.
, so she was very disappointed and felt that I was not as perfect and elegant as she imagined..."
Yan Xixi burst into laughter.
"She asked me what my hobbies were, and she was even more shocked when she learned that my hobby was playing mahjong and fighting landlords..."
Yan Xixi laughed loudly.
This guy really deserves it.
Opposite him, he yawned profusely, his voice was full of exhaustion, and even his laughter sounded hoarse. Yan Xixi couldn't bear to disturb him, and said softly: "Big foot-picking man, you go and take a rest first, don't be exhausted."
Already."
He suddenly sighed: "Silly girl, are you feeling wronged these days?"
She was startled.
Yes, no matter how busy he was, he kept in touch with her privately, and even found time to visit her two or three times. But, after all, when we were together less, we were more apart.
Suddenly I remembered that for so many years, the two of them had been together less and more apart.
We have always been on the road to get together.
Long-distance relationships are a big pitfall.
Gradually, I can no longer even feel the breath of love.
Is this a good thing or a bad thing?
In other words, after being separated for a long time, you gradually got used to it and felt that it didn't matter if you were around or not?
When you are busy all the time and study so hard that you don't even have time to sleep, this kind of loneliness is still bearable, and time goes by very quickly - but whenever you are free, you are surrounded by deep loneliness, and every second is torture.
How terrible.
"I've been neglecting you for a long time... To be honest, I feel very ashamed myself, but I really don't have time. You believe me, as long as this period of time passes, everything will be fine..."
Suddenly, any grievance was no longer a grievance.
"Oh, please, in fact, in this world, you are the only one who can bear such separation and grievance. If it were any other woman, she might have started a fight with me..."
Only she never makes any noise.
She never even called for follow-up calls, never checked posts, and never made any serial life-threatening calls.
She maintained great respect and trust for him.
As long as he says it, she basically trusts him unconditionally.
Even if there is an occasional little awkwardness, it is always like a gust of wind, coming and going as quickly as it comes.
But, haven’t you ever been wronged?
No, she is just proud - no, I can never turn myself into a resentful woman, feeling that everyone in the world owes me.
"Xixi, I'm sorry."
Why apologize?
It's totally useless, isn't it?
Those who achieve great things don't hesitate to tip. You can't ask a man to be promising and at the same time ask him to be by your side 24/7.
