I Can Spend Lives Waiting for You Chapter 2

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While watching TV, my husband yawned loudly. I picked up the comb on the table and stuffed it into his mouth, and his sleepiness disappeared immediately.

I never tire of playing this game. No matter when or where my husband yawns, I will pick up anything around me and stuff it into his mouth.

My husband complains that being with me makes him stupid. I smiled and ignored him. We also tried the kind of exquisite life mentioned in magazines, talking about poetry and French New Wave movies. Unfortunately, my husband did not cooperate. He would rather watch football. I tried it a few times but my whole body felt wrong, so I gave up in frustration.

They would take advantage of supermarket discounts to buy them, and they would happily say, "Hey, I saved another two and a half yuan."

The two of us went to eat Malatang on the roadside together. Our mouths were on fire and we couldn't put it down. We never ate Western food because we found the etiquette boring and the meat always stained with blood.

When watching movies, only choose the most popular action movies. When watching an opera, the heroine opened her mouth wide on the stage and said "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh". We used a telescope to look at her tongue below.

As an aside, my husband often says, "How can you call a man if he doesn't stink?", so he shakes his socks and says, "Smell it, relax your muscles, shake it, and you will be full of energy" (I found out after writing it out - evil~~ )

He confidently wrinkled his nose at the magazine and said: I am vulgar!

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Once when I talked about the fate between people, I said: "It's terrible. You were born in Shaanxi and grew up in Gansu, and I was born in Liaoning and grew up in Inner Mongolia. They are thousands of miles apart. China has a population of 1.3 billion, and We actually went to the same university and lived in the same dormitory. If you think about it, the chance is so small that if something goes wrong, I won't be able to meet you. "When I said this, I felt like there was something more mysterious in my life. the taste of. Is there a mysterious and incomprehensible force that guides us? When two circles intersect at a certain point, we will meet. Or, it's all just accidental.

My husband pushed my head and laughed at my random thoughts. I thought about it for a while, and then said nonchalantly: "Even without you, I would meet someone else, and maybe he would be better than you."

With a "pop" sound, the sentimental and grateful atmosphere disappeared. I stared at him dejectedly. He was still inexplicably moved there, ready to fight tooth and nail to maintain this relationship.

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But when my husband is also emotional, the probability of it appearing is about the same as Halley's comet.

At the end of the first semester of freshman year, we both clearly felt the attraction to each other, but they were reserved and afraid, and did not dare to take a step forward. Occasionally, their eyes met, and their hearts were in turmoil, but their faces remained calm.

During the winter vacation, he went home and I stayed in school.

After answering the phone several times, the tone was also indifferent. The two people held the phone in a daze, not knowing what to say and reluctant to put it down.

At the end of the winter vacation, I went out to pick him up at midnight. There were no buses or minibuses, and I couldn't bear to take a taxi, so I walked for more than two hours and nearly thirty miles to the train station.

When I saw him walking towards me from the exit of the station, I suddenly felt very shy and smiled without saying anything. Afraid that he would see the blush on his face, he turned his head forty-five degrees and gave him a slap on the back of his head.

My husband was also chatty and barely managed to say a few words, but he stuttered and failed to express what he meant. Taking a taxi back to school, in the darkness, he suddenly reached out his hand and stroked my head, and whispered: "Little furry boy, do you miss me?"

For a moment, my eyes felt sore, and I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

It's two o'clock in the middle of the night, the empty streets, the thirty-mile journey, the cold wind, everything is worth it.

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I read a lot of miscellaneous books, including romance and mystery, fantasy and documentary, and erotica. Even the outdated social novels from the 1920s and 1930s can be read with interest. From "The Scholars" to "The Appearance of Officialdom" and various records that were later classified under the name of social novels, the structure is loose and scattered to the point of , even the theme is not unified, and they are told to others casually like chatting. In my husband's words, he "specializes in looking at garbage."

I often recommend it to him and explain to him what is new and what is old in this book. Like most boys, my husband disdains things that are too sensitive and delicate, and he is even more insensitive to Qiong Yao.

I don't like it either. I consider myself very tolerant, but I just can't read Qiong Yao's novels. I think her stories are too otherworldly and outrageously naive. But there is a sentence that still touches my heart, "I didn't have time to participate in your past, but I will never miss your future." The literary and artistic tone makes people feel pretentious. When I first read it, my teeth went cold and my scalp went numb. numb.

After meeting my husband, I realized that this kind of mentality does exist, and it was written down by Qiong Yao.

It can be summed up in four words: we meet so late.

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In June of this year, my husband and I went to his hometown, Tianshui, as classmates.

As soon as I got off the train, I felt a sense of familiarity and unfamiliarity with this city. The blue sky, the land, the flow of people, and the tall buildings all seem to be tainted with the scent of my husband. Because a person falls in love with a city.

But there was also an inexplicable jealousy in my heart. We met when we were twenty, and the days before were blank. He didn't know there was another me in the world.

His laughter, tears, success and failure were all witnessed by others, not mine, so I was jealous.

It would be great if we could meet earlier!

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We talked about death.

Nowadays, I am young and strong, active and active every day, and I can’t wait to see new people and new things. Death is still too far away.

Occasionally, I think of the scene fifty years later, with two gray-haired old men supporting each other and looking forward to each other. Old age is not cute, but you can be a cute old person.

For me, the biggest threat of death is still: death is like a light going out, without realizing it. I haven’t seen enough of my husband yet. I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid that I will never be able to love him like this again after death.

So I said to my husband: "We will live together until we are very old, too old to walk. Then we put on clean clothes, lay on the bed hand in hand, and I said, 'die,' and we died together."

My husband K!ssed me without saying anything. I don’t know if he wanted to.