Walking out of the meeting room, I took deep breaths and rubbed my heart with my palm. I really can't stand the smell of these men's cigarettes. They're really going to make me smell like bacon.
Fortunately, my husband doesn't smoke. Otherwise, I would definitely criticize him for some reason when I get home.
He returned to his office and put down the documents in his hands. I quickly ran to the window and pushed it open, letting the fresh air float freely towards me. It was refreshing and comfortable. I stood in front of the window, admiring the scenery outside.
If I were a bird, I would remember the nest where I was born. If I were a sapling, I would not be able to forget the land that nourished me. If I were a river, the snowy plateau would become a brand in my memory. If…no matter what I was, no matter how I existed, I could forget everything around me, even abandon myself, but there was one thing that could not be erased---that was repayment.
Most of the tree roots and flower roots were not beautiful, but most of the flowers were dazzling and beautiful. It was precisely because of these unbeautiful tree roots and flower roots that the trees were green and lush, the peonies were beautiful, the osmanthus fragrance was overflowing, and the plum blossoms were proud and red... The world became rich and colorful because of the beauty of the roots. In fact, we are the same. Appearance is just a decoration, and what really shows us is the beauty that stretches out.
The wind with the lingering breath of spring blew over my face. Her not-so-beautiful eyes looked at the pedestrians coming and going outside. His heart was filled with emotions.
I raised my hand and gently combed my hair. The first wrinkles on my forehead were the reflection of my love. Eighteen years of acquaintance and fifteen years of marriage. May 20th is a day that will forever be stored in my heart. It makes me move every second.
I slowly turned my body and returned to my chair. She was thinking about her husband and his celebratory lunch.
At that time, I was really reckless. She was indeed a little disrespectful to her husband's three dishes and one soup. Perhaps it was because I was disrespectful to him that he remembered me. Remember me, a girl who barely managed to squeeze into the ranks of beauties?
In the KFC shop, he was so patient with me. He comforted me and explained. She took all the blame on herself and apologized repeatedly.
At that time, I saw his generosity and kindness. However, I was still unwilling and didn't want to give up.
I leaned back in my chair and looked up. He placed his hands on the edge of the table, looking relaxed.
Her husband's magnetic baritone voice seemed to ring in her ears again." Mei Zi, don't be angry. It's all my fault. You made me feel awkward and wronged. I still want you to wash clothes. Look at your delicate hands. I really shouldn't. I'm sorry, Mei Zi."
Those words from eighteen years ago echoed in my ears. He looked at my hand, wanting to comfort it. But he didn't, as if he was afraid that I would fly into a rage again.
I deliberately looked down on him, trying to catch all the cold air and put it in my eyes before throwing it at him. I tried to catch it, but I couldn't. I was so annoyed that I could only sigh secretly.
After the incident, I still felt that something was wrong. Although I was competitive, my family's education made me very reasonable.
How would her husband celebrate his wedding anniversary tonight? Every celebration always gives me a little surprise. What will be the surprise today? I looked at the time. There was still some time before work ended.
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