Soon, we arrived at Huang Ziqiao’s apartment. In fact, her apartment was quite comfortable. Like her, I like very extreme houses.
For example, it is small or very large.
The half-sized and not-small ones feel the most embarrassing.
And now we are both living in our ideal residence. I live in a large manor house built by Duanqiao.
She chose a small, well-decorated apartment in the bustling area of the city center. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs.
Zi Qiao is not the kind of person who would wrong herself because of something, so even if she lives in such a small house, I know that she is not being coerced by anything, but that she really likes such a place.
But even so, I actually don’t understand. There are Uncle Huang and Aunt Huang at home, as well as the nanny and aunt who cooks healthy and delicious meals to take care of their lives. There is a big house much more magnificent than the manor, no matter what the time. What is the psychological desire at this moment, the life of Huang's family is not not her own favorite residence and lifestyle, why do she have to live alone.
Zi Qiao looked a little embarrassed when I made this question, but he answered me face-to-face.
"Li Xian and I, if we don't get married and want to live together, we won't be here. Where are we? Don't you live in Huang's house without a status? Then my dad will be frustrated."
"Uncles and aunts don't like Li Xian? Have you met them officially."
"Well, I've officially introduced it before, but it's not a question of whether you like it or not. You know, although my dad is very open-minded in everything, he is still very traditional in his bones. I am not married, but What would my dad think about bringing Li Xian home to live in? How could Li Xian be able to withstand the emotions from the elderly."
I sighed and planned to end the topic. I still don’t want to talk about this kind of sad topic. Since the last time my son Qiao asked me on the phone if she and Li Xian could get married, I was kind of bad. Hunch.
Although, in my opinion, their relationship or other aspects, such as the more important ones, family, fans, love, they are already a perfect match, even better than me and Duan Qiao. More suitable for marriage.
But judging from Zi Qiao’s worrying question, it made me understand that maybe the marriage is not how matched in the eyes of outsiders, and how suitable all the data are, two people can step into the married life.
What I have seen and thought about their emotional life is just the tip of the iceberg in their long emotional road.
Therefore, if this kind of thing, this kind of topic, is destined to cause unilateral unhappiness between both parties or a certain person, it is better to stop it.
Besides, at noon, my persistence, curiosity, and my so-called concern have already made Uncle Wang feel uncomfortable, so let's not continue to add trouble to Zi Qiao.
In the end, he didn’t expect this person to take the initiative to say again, “You know what Yichu, in fact, sometimes I envy you, I envy you so easily entering into marriage with the right person, enjoying the happiness that this marriage brings The two of us have been in love for long enough. I know I shouldn’t put pressure on him, but I don’t know why. The burden on his shoulders is so heavy. He feels that he must rely on his own efforts to buy a car and buy a house. , I have the qualifications to get married, but now that I have such ability, why do I still have to wait?"
I never knew what I was worthy of envy, and there was nothing worthy of Zi Qiao's envy, but at this moment, she said to me with a weak face that she envied my married life. I don't know how to say something distressed in my heart, this girl is always too sensible.
I sighed, not knowing what to say to break the awkward atmosphere.
After being silent for a while, Zi Qiao waved his hand by himself, "Hi, what am I doing? To spoil the atmosphere, I will punish myself for a cup."
With that said, he picked up the wine glass on the table and really did a drink first. She drank soju, which I felt was quite strong anyway.
Even so, I didn't stop her. At this time, is there anything better than a glass of wine to solve the problem, and if there is, then two glasses until she is drunk.
I can see that, in fact, between her and Li Xian, it's not that the emotions have reached the point of saturation. They can go another way. On the contrary, they are more like getting tired of each other, and they need a new model to save each other's lives.
The two of them, obviously, whether in my opinion or in the eyes of others, they are so well-matched and happy.
But the center is sore and sad, only they can experience it.
In the past, even if the two of them were affectionate, they would still quarrel and quarrel, and this kind of small squabbling was more like a miraculous medicine that would enhance each other's feelings.
After that, I don’t know why, maybe it seems that I don’t quarrel anymore, maybe it’s not that I don’t quarrel, but I’m afraid of quarrels and cracks that cannot be repaired.
In fact, the feelings are very sad at this point. Formally speaking, Duan Qiao and I are in the second year, and they still love each other deeply.
But when I saw Zi Qiao in front of me, I was suddenly a little scared. I don't know if I will have the same emotion as her today in five years.
The difference is that I have entered into marriage and Zi Qiao is still waiting. She has been waiting for seven years. I don't know how many seven years Zi Qiao can wait, maybe, yes, maybe not. I dare not ask, I don't think Zi Qiao dare to ask, ask myself and Li Xian like this.
The boat will be straight at the end of the bridge. If it is destined to be unsuitable, perhaps letting go early is a better relief for each other.
Just like the lyrics, the love for you is letting go.
Let us, give Li Xian some more time, and give this imperfect love a while.
It's just that I have some gaps, everything is not like when Zi Qiao accepted the confession that night, on the surface it looked happy and happy, it turned out that under that brilliance, there is also a sadness that is not visible.
I looked around and looked at the place like this small box. I really don't hope that the beauty between two people will gradually be buried and sealed here.
But at this moment, I didn't want to be so sentimental, neither did Huang Ziqiao. The two of us stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at our reflection in the glass, and then looked at each other and gave each other a big hug.
The two of us, bruised and bruised, perhaps what we need most at this moment is a silent hug for each other.
Although the sparrow is small, in such a small warm space in winter, sitting cross-legged and drinking such a small glass of wine is really pleasant.