There used to be a girl friend who was very beautiful. She had a rich family. Every time she made a boyfriend, she was either a rich second generation or an official second generation. My best friend was also from the appearance Association. Every time her boyfriend was very handsome, but none of them lasted long. When she was sticky, the people around her were jealous, and when they quarreled, they wanted to draw a knife.
At a party, she brought a new boy friend. The boy was gentle in appearance and wore a white shirt. She knew at a glance that he was different from the boys before and spoke less. At that time, she didn't quite understand why her best friend liked such a boy.
Later, I also noticed some details. Every time we had dinner together, the boy would listen to us quietly without interrupting, but he would quietly bring food to my best friend, who said he was thirsty. He would help her serve soup, and would air it for a while to remind her to scald his mouth.
When you go out of the dining room, it will be a little cold outside. The boy will rub his hands for her and add a coat to her. So I basically understand why my best friend chose him.
Her former boyfriends took her to some late night dinners, introduced her in front of his brother and bragged. My best friend would wear high-heeled shoes, make-up and dress up every time in order to save face for him. Every time, she would go home with swollen feet.
But in front of this boyfriend, his girlfriend wore a loose T-shirt, canvas shoes, and a shawl. When he was lazy, he didn't even make up. But the boy's eyes were really doting on her.
As a goddess, my best friend has been tense for too long. Only when she met this gentleman did she retreat from her lofty position.
Happy people are soft and real.
I often think, what is the most comfortable love like?
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I think, but in the summer, two people stay in the air-conditioned room, wearing loose T-shirts, slippers, holding watermelon, watching the TV series
In spring and autumn, we went out to press the road together, joked with each other and talked about meat jokes.
In winter, he helped me warm the bed, I lay playing mobile phone, kneading my stomach.
If we work hard outside for too long and the performance is too perfect, then love will be simpler. We will collapse into two pieces together, and we will feel at ease.
Falling in love is probably a vulgar thing.
To love is to knock over the little things along the road.
You accompany me to the snack bar to weed, to the fruit stall on the street. I am so lazy that I wish I could see you in my pajamas. You lift my chin and pinch my fleshy face. While talking about weight loss, while shouting timidity, but want to cook with you at night, late night horror film.
Oh, it's too vulgar. I just want to be with you.
Anyway, I like you, like the fat on your stomach, I think it's cute.
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Don't toss about, talk well, eat well, say good night to each other, give proper care and embrace, and imagine that you will live forever when you sleep together. If you don't quarrel, don't worry about so much. Don't think I'll buy five bags a month. I won't urge you to apply for the certificate everywhere.
Really? This is what ordinary people need from me.
On the most comfortable love, not so entangled, not so unforgettable, can be insipid people can not give up.
That's good.