The first meeting after falling in love was also very embarrassing. It was the winter vacation of the freshman year. In the afternoon of the second day after he came home, we went out to play, and he came to pick me up in my community.
When I went out, my mother was sewing sheets, and I said to her while changing clothes, "Mom, I'm going out to play."
My mother asked casually without raising her head, "Where are you going to play?"
I said, "Maybe go to the movies."
My mother began to teach me a lesson: "What's so good about movies, and watching TV at home is different? You have to waste money to be happy?"
I grinned, "Someone please."
My mother suddenly realized that watching a movie seemed to be a rather ambiguous activity, and she asked, "Who are you going to watch with?"
I just said, "XX (third master)."
My mother immediately received: "Why did he invite you to a movie?"
At that time, my third master and I had only been in love for more than a month. I was a little embarrassed, so I lied to my mother and said, "Probably want to chase me."
Then I left my mother at home to silently digest the bad news that "her cabbage is going to be arched by someone else's pig" in front of the new quilt.
As soon as he left the gate of the community, he saw the third master standing there, not because he was tall, but because he was wearing a yellow down vest. I ran over and found that I hadn't seen him for months, and I was a little shy when I looked at him.
When I had nothing to say, I pointed to the logo on his down jacket and asked, "SpongeBob SquarePants?"
The third master nodded, also a little embarrassed, the donkey's lips did not respond to the horse's mouth, "I like SpongeBob SquarePants."
I said "oh" and praised him sincerely: "You dress like SpongeBob SquarePants."
It's just that the atmosphere seems to be quite weird after the praise, and he is not happy because he is dressed like the character he likes.
Just when I thought this date was so embarrassing and I wanted to go home to find my mother, the third master said again, "do you want to go to the movies or sing?"
I thought about it for a while, there aren't any good movies lately, and I said, "Then go sing."
So we walked to the KTV side by side in silence. There were not many people that afternoon. We asked for a small bag and didn’t do anything shameful. We sat one meter apart and ordered dozens of songs. holding and singing.
The scene is almost the same as two people on the street and at the end of the street performing at the same time. One person finishes singing and the other person continues immediately. If someone passes by our box and stops to watch for a while, he will definitely come in and throw a steel shovel for one person in front of us. That kind of dedication.
All in all, we sang for three hours in the packet, with a no-nonsense smile.
On the way back, I was still thinking about how to meet strangers. We should know each other very well. After walking for a while, he suddenly patted me on the shoulder, I turned around, and he pointed to the McDonald's next to him: "Are you eating a cone?"
Although it was winter, but the sun was good that day, I was just around the corner from what he said, so I followed him into the store.
When I was in line, I found that the orderer was my junior high school classmate, who worked there during the holidays. She recognized me at a glance, glanced at the third master with a clear smile, and asked me, "Your partner?"
The word "object" made me feel ashamed for some reason, and then somehow proud, I nodded.
My classmate gave us two sweet cones, one of which is worth the two and a half I usually buy.
We were too embarrassed to stay in the store. We continued to walk home with the oversized ice cream cones against the northwest wind. We ate while walking. After eating, I couldn’t get enough cold, so I asked the third master, “I won’t eat, you Do you still eat?"
The third master had already finished eating, and he probably felt very cold. He looked at the remaining half in my hand and hesitated, "Then let me eat it."
If I saw other people eating a cone like this, I would definitely think they were unhygienic, but I don't know why, when I watched the third master destroy what I had eaten, I didn't think about anything, I just stared at the person in front of the road. Telephone poles blush, blush, blush.
We didn't see each other again for three days after we dated the third master. He met with his former friends to form a team to play games or something, and I chatted with my grandparents, parents, and mother at home—actually, it was mainly "interrogated" by my mother.
Her memory is very good. She recalled all the times she met with the third master, and also remembered a little joke before that I don't even remember.
Due to genetic reasons, the third master has less whiteheads, and his hair color is not pure black and white, but a mixture of black, white and gold, and highlighting can't produce that effect.
There was a vacation in high school. We went home with another girl. We met the girl's mother on the way. We said hello to the aunt and left. As a result, during the parent-teacher meeting a few days later, the aunt said to my mother, "Xiaobu's grandfather is so young!" (She had met my father, so she calculated it up a generation.)
My mother was confused and didn't know what she was talking about. She went home and asked my grandfather when he was going to pick me up from school.
Later, when I went to college, the academic pressure was not as great as in high school, and the third master's hair became more black, but he still minded being treated as a "good-looking young elder" by ignorant passers-by when he walked with me, so he always They are dyeing their hair.
I told him more than once that I liked the way it was, and he always told me: "I'll talk about it when I really become a dad."
After the first boring date, the third master did a strange thing. This incident was his dark history, and it directly determined that he kept letting me in for many years.
He suddenly broke up with me.
That was the first and only time he broke up. Without even a phone call, he sent me a QQ message in the middle of the night, saying, "I want to break up."
My first reaction was: Has he been hacked
But I also feel that hacking is not so free, because after only saying this, there is no more content, and I did not ask me to pay for youth loss, spiritual compensation, child support, etc...
At that time, when I was young and angry, I didn't even know the reason to ask a question, so I felt so angry that I replied, "Okay."
Then we broke up so inexplicably.
The next day was Xiao Nian. I slept through the day until lunch time. When I was washing my face, I remembered that I had no boyfriend. I didn’t eat a few bites of food, and then I ran back to the house and covered my head to continue to sleep. . It didn't take long for me to feel sentimental, my mother came back, took a shoehorn and went straight to my house to beat my quilt, and told me to get up and go to work.
I remember very clearly that when I started making my third dumpling, my phone rang.
The third master called and asked me what I was doing. I said making dumplings. He asked me if I could go to the park near our two.
After being enslaved by my mother for an afternoon, I agreed to him very readily, then put on my coat and stepped on cotton boots and ran out.
There was no one in the park. The old men and the old ladies should all go home to make dumplings. Standing across the lake, I saw the third master dressed in "SpongeBob SquarePants" sitting alone on the bench. The personality is quite sad.
I went over and sat next to him, and he suddenly asked in a choked voice, "Can we not break up?"
I'm not sure if he wants to cry or if he's frozen. He sits in the chair and doesn't dare to speak, thinking that if this guy suddenly rolls on the ground, should I call for help or kick him first and then call for help? .
Because I didn't speak, he could only continue talking to himself, "Last night, I was listening to a song, and I heard Faye Wong sing 'In my lifetime, I will meet on a narrow road, and I will never be spared', and suddenly I felt very empty in my heart. It's unreal. I've liked you for a long time. You suddenly want to be with me. Instead, I feel insecure. When I like it, I don't need you to respond. I'm afraid that one day you will say that you want to separate as casually as you started with me. I don't want to worry about gains and losses so much, I just want to continue the way I used to be. "
10,000 alpacas ran through my heart, and I want to break up when I listen to the song? !
He said that his eyes were really red at the end, "but after that, I didn't sleep all night, and you agreed so happily. Today, since I shave my face and shave my face, I've been uneasy, I found that even if I broke up, I could not be as at ease as before, I was wrong, can we not break up, I will never be like this again."
My anger didn't subside at all, but I felt pitiful seeing him like that. When I was still struggling, my mother suddenly called me and said that my sister had given birth and that she had given birth to a little nephew.
So the original love of children became insignificant in front of the joy of the new life. I told him, "Our family is going to the hospital to see my sister. She just gave me a son, no, nephew."
He nodded, but pulled me again as I was about to leave, "What about me?"
I was in a hurry to leave, ignored him, took two steps and looked back to see that he was still sitting with his head lowered, and ran back and kicked his calf, "If you do this again, I will throw you into the lake!"
He was very happy when he was kicked, and muttered, "I dance by myself, dance by myself!"
Later, he always liked my little nephew very much, and the two of them played like brothers (?).
The author has something to say: It is inappropriate to say that we are brothers, one is my nephew and the other is my son(?), they should be cousins. [Serious face.
Today is even earlier and more, I am really an author who coexists with beauty and diligence!
By the way, there are so few comments, I am not satisfied. Everyone who leaves a message today stamps a red envelope, come and praise me! [Yes, I have long seen that what you love is not my body at all...