However, I immediately understood why I had such a dream and why I had such anxious subconscious, because I am really worried about my physical condition now - my body has begun to gain weight, and I climb stairs too quickly.
You will feel tired soon.
I think maybe it is because I have such a subconscious mind, and it is precisely because I am tired of my current situation that I can't help but run to this vegetable market, right?
Of course, I also know another purpose of coming here: to buy groceries and then cook a good meal. Because I really hope to live a life at home again.
After I walked around the vegetable market for a few times, I found that I actually felt reluctant to leave here. The people here really live a real life.
I bought an old hen, dried ears, and spring onions. I also bought a few crucian carp. I bought celery just for cooking the fish. I haven't figured out what to cook with the green peppers yet, but
At that time, I thought the old lady was very funny, so I bought some by the way. Then I went to buy a handful of cabbage and ten free-range eggs.
After returning home, I found that Shangguanqin was still sleeping. I couldn't help but pity her: it seemed that she owed too much sleep.
Boil water and soak the ears. Put the old hen in the pot and stew. Add a piece of chopped ginger, a few peppercorns and an appropriate amount of salt to the soup. Then put a steaming grid on the pot and steam it.
Steam rice in the grid. This is called saving energy, or it can be said to kill two birds with one stone.
Then I washed the fish and celery, and cut the celery into sections. Suddenly I remembered that there were green peppers, so I cut them into large pellets and kept them for later use.
By the way, there are green onions. I also cut them into chopped green onions for later use.
I was busy in the kitchen like this, carefully preparing the preliminary work for each dish that I had already thought about.
After doing all this, I went to the bedroom and entered gently. I found that she was still sleeping soundly.
So I closed the door, turned on the TV, and turned the sound to the minimum. Because the sound was too low, I simply sat not far in front of the TV.
Now, what I need is to wait for the chicken soup I stewed to be cooked.
I kept changing the channels, until I saw a scene on TV that suddenly made me excited. I stopped immediately. That was Zhuang Qing, she was singing on the stage, and she sang a song that I had never heard of before.
Songs I haven't heard before.
It seemed to be a charity performance, because the scene in front of me was in the daytime, and it was an open-air stage, with thousands of spectators below the stage.
I have to get used to the days without you
Let yourself stand like a lonely poplar
Let love become eternal waiting
Although
It's not time that makes people grow old
But endless lovesickness
I want to be lonely forever in this life
Just for the promise of the next life
When the autumn frost folds my last flag
That's where I'm most prone to pain
The most unforgettable years
Passers-by passing by
If you can pick it up gently
Please don't touch my dusty mind
Her singing voice is really beautiful, no less than that of professional singers. I almost impulsively turned on the TV, but I could still think of her sleeping soundly inside.
I stared at Zhuang Qing on the screen, and suddenly realized that this was not a live broadcast, because everyone in the audience was wearing summer clothes, and she was also wearing a simple light blue short skirt. Her calves were
It was still so beautiful. My eyes were almost close to the TV screen, and I suddenly realized that the picture had become blurry because I was too close. I stepped back a little, and it became clear immediately that she was walking in front of me.
My legs were stretched out, they were so familiar to me. At this moment, I suddenly became short of breath.
I couldn't help but step back a little because I wanted to see her face. She was so beautiful, and she looked even more flawless after makeup.
Suddenly, inexplicably, I suddenly thought of her sleeping inside. My mood suddenly became complicated, and I started blaming myself: everything is over, and everything in the past will never happen.
Come again. No, it’s not that I won’t, it’s that I can’t!
I stretched out my hand, and my index finger immediately pressed on the switch of the TV. I hesitated for a moment before pressing it. The picture suddenly disappeared, and in front of me was the familiar and beautiful face, and her beautiful pair of eyes.
The incomparable calves disappeared immediately. All that was left in front of me was the silent TV screen.
I almost cried, but I held it back.
I went to the small balcony, because at this moment I especially needed to let out the depressed energy in my chest.
After taking a few long and deep breaths, the depression in my heart suddenly dissipated a lot.
In front of us is a part of the city with many tall buildings. From here, looking at the city below, the busy vehicles are crawling like ants. The people seem smaller, but they can still feel their busyness.
To be honest, I don’t like this kind of atmosphere in the city, because I find that I actually live in such clumps of steel and concrete. But I can imagine, imagine if I were standing in the square below.
What kind of situation would it be like? Well, it should be like this: I stand somewhere in the square and look around casually. I will definitely inadvertently discover the girl’s flying hair and the bright smile on her mouth; the boy is holding a doll.
The shyness and the shallow happiness when waiting; and the "doo-doo" sound of women's high heads and proud high heels; men's straight suits and the slightest hint of tiredness on their faces; the silver thread on the temples of old ladies
and clean clothes; the old man’s gold-rimmed reading glasses and the traces of time passing through the corners of their eyes...
Yes, this is the real scene of this city. Unfortunately, I can only imagine it from such a high point, and cannot often go to the place I imagined.
I immediately sighed: In fact, the annual rings of this city are the time that everyone passes quietly, circle after circle, describing their own story. Whether someone hears it or no one hears it is just a matter of time in the universe.
An insignificant moment.
I said to myself in my heart: Feng Xiao, you should be satisfied. Stop thinking about the past. Everything in the past no longer exists like smoke. The woman beside you now is already very good. You should cherish her.
Never make the same mistakes again.
I believe this is my truest voice, because after I said this to myself, I immediately felt something warm and warm all over my body. (To be continued)