The opening article, half a catty of love

We only met once, and then we got engaged. Our matchmaker is my high school classmate, his cousin. She said, I have two classmates. Which one do you want to see? He looked at the photo and pointed it at me, and then I got a call from my classmate and said to see him. I just got back from the street, and as soon as I answered the phone, I chased it into the street again. I'm just glad I escaped from the blind date my mother said, and I don't want to fall into another whirlpool all my life. It was winter at that time, and the temperature at that time was like summer. I had a good chat with my classmates, not to mention the lady's smile and dress just like my mother said. Sweat, loud voice, hunchback, chatting alone, he only looks, he only smiles and rarely talks.

When we talked about dinner, we went back to our respective homes to find our mother, without leaving any contact information. We just met. One day, my classmate called and said that his brother had a good impression on me. My face was covered, and my vigilance should be set, so I played along. She said that her brother was a face-saving person and hoped that I could contact him actively, so she threw me a series of numbers. I looked puzzled again and picked up the posture of being worthy of my friend's explanation. I want to give her face and call her brother. Dial the phone, he said he was busy! So I hung up the phone, and I was as free and relaxed as finishing the task! It was not until nightfall that I got a call from him. I have to say it for the sake of face and friends. There was really nothing to talk about, so I played dice on WeChat, so I used four electric disks until dawn. Woke up again, it wouldn't be single dog. It's strange that my boyfriend admitted it so easily. Dating, eating, running on the road, boring to laugh. I thought he would definitely leave me at home in Beijing. I told the matchmaker that I was not sure if I was far away from love. The matchmaker answered calmly, nothing. I will introduce him to you when he goes to Beijing. I have other handsome brothers and sisters. I also think about it. Why do you think so much? A love that doesn't care about the ending is also very romantic!

But it backfired. I make myself look like a big star. I didn't show my love in public, nor did I contact my family. But the first time I went to his place to eat instant noodles, I ran into his mother at home. I met my uncle on my first date. So later, later, we just met on a blind date and got along well. Finally, he got on the long-distance train, and it was time to break up with his luggage. While preparing for a relationship, he quit his job and embarked on a journey to return home. I can't help but reflect on how charming I am, or how harmful I am. I haven't been in a long-distance relationship since I came back. Dating again, stepping on the road, making phone calls. The difference is that we will always be civilians. In this small county, friends, colleagues and family members already know that we are treated by all parties, and we are almost trampled upon. My mother said that we would settle down and make up for it, and then anything related to him began to be involuntary. The intervention of various customs, various remarks, and the words of various marriage planners echoed in my ears, and I was going crazy. For example, this person is very nice. This man is not good enough. How is this man's job? This man has a good job. This man's family is average, and this man's family is very good. I'm going to drill a crack in the ground, and the national news headline comment area seems to have exploded, because several girls have to decide the outcome. How to compare? This love became, just after dinner.

However, what others say is just public opinion, life is still one step at a time, and everyone decides to taste the mood every time. Before I got engaged to him, something happened to Diana in my family. When relatives and friends from all walks of life were eager to ask for immortals from all walks of life for my family, he accompanied me to borrow money from friends from all walks of life. Finally, when this dog blood was painted all his life, between us, I rose to a space for him, and there were many feelings of gratitude and gratitude in it.

So when my mother made a decision, we didn't object. Of course, we didn't do anything romantic, except some meaningless fantasies ... The first time we met, I didn't even pretend, so I went straight to bed. That meeting only told everyone that I was taken away, and this wild flower swaying in the wind became a potted plant. Enjoy it if you want, but you can only enjoy it.

Life is still calm, and things at home have been solved, but the follow-up things have to be solved slowly, such as paying back the money. For someone like me who just joined the job and his salary died, he resigned and we are still looking for a job. The best way to pay back the money is to scrimp and save! In those days, our dating schedule became single-minded and healthy, that is, walking. From winter to spring, I like to watch the grass show its pointed feet, but I have no intention of watching a hundred flowers blossom. Until summer came, we got engaged, because his father had time, so he might as well go out for a trip. So we got engaged to travel.

We went to Xiamen, where many romantic people were holding hands to take pictures. In their eyes, the grass in the corner and the leaves outside the wall are so special and difficult to shoot. Well, many of my homes are more prosperous than those in Xiamen. But people can't hear my voice and won't spend so much money to see my leaves. Maybe they just love the feeling of dying and imagine the breath of autumn in hot summer. I can't. My artistic cells are used for pretending. In the face of heatstroke and gastroenteritis, I can only surrender to the analgesic needle in the hospital. Our trip ended the day after the emergency. Of course, you still have to send photos as a souvenir after returning home. When we are sick, the smile is also beautiful. Photos make our journey look perfect, and we forget words when we are sick.

The engagement begins with a trip. I thought romance began, but it became a habit. Our love began inexplicably and was buried in the grave of marriage. Like thousands of China families in Qian Qian, China and his wife, we copy and paste, earn money to support their families, and love to complain. If you have to sum up your experience, borrow an old saying. You can't believe what the matchmaker says! The fortune teller said that we were almost carved from the same mold, and no one would obey anyone. I am very happy. If so, I love him as much as he does, and I have nothing to lose!

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