A person carrying a heavy courier gets up before dawn, cleans the house, goes to the vegetable market to buy my favorite steamed bread and vegetables, and cooks my favorite dishes in different ways. It is distressing to see her busy appearance.
Senior sister said she would go to the hospital to take a film to see what was going on.
I simply refused!
Low back pain is related to sitting in front of the computer from morning till night during my menstrual period, which is originally lumbar muscle strain.
I'm afraid to go to the hospital, as if something bad is going to happen there.
I am also afraid that my vulnerability and powerlessness will be made public.
I was lying in bed, and my senior was sitting next to me sewing my pajamas. While sewing, she threw it away and bought me a New Pants, but I insisted on sewing.
I can't stand wearing clothes for a long time.
The sun shines on us through the window, and she is still so beautiful, even without makeup, and she is very charming. Needle and thread quickly shuttle through her clumsy hands.
This scene is very similar to us decades later.
Look at her, I said slowly.
If I fall into a coma and only breathe, I must unplug the oxygen tube. When I lose my mobility and need someone to take care of me, I must leave with dignity.
I don't want to drag anyone down, and I don't want to be a burden to anyone. Even if I can't bear to part with you and the world, I will go with dignity.
I can't accept myself without mobility, and I can't accept myself as a waste. I am afraid of others' pitying eyes and the sighs of my loved ones.
This silent little gesture can definitely crush my soul and spirit, which is worse than death. ...
Before the words were finished, I choked up. The senior turned a small position unnaturally, and the weirdo with tears said something similar. ...
I don't have the courage to go on, and she doesn't have the courage to respond to me!
This is the first time we have talked about death. No matter how you run, you have to look straight at it in the end!
I really want to ask my senior how she would choose in this situation, but I can't find out.
In my heart, she will live healthy forever!
In case someone needs to take care of her, I will always guard her, scrub her body, spray perfume, change clothes frequently, wash her face and put her favorite pink roses on the table. ..
As for her, she loves beauty, fragrance and stories.
I will hold her hand, tell her our story, read to her and write her a series of love letters. ...
I won't let anyone unplug her oxygen tube. As long as I am here and she is still breathing, she is no different from normal people.
Even if she lies still, it is my deepest yearning in this world, the most lingering concern, and the only concern I can't let go!
I have cried several times when I wrote these words. Senior said that when I cry, I must call her and let her hold me so that I won't be surrounded by tears alone.
But I still like not to be disturbed when I really cry.
? 02?
Shadow is our friend. Every time I miss her, I ask Xue Changfa to ask when she will come over.
The senior asked me to send it myself, and I said I didn't like sending messages to her.
When she replies to the message, she will only say "hmm", "good" and "no rest", and it's the overnight kind, which makes me stomp every time.
I can't help thinking of her. What's more abnormal is that I love her very much, but I never told her that I dare not, not for fear that she would call me abnormal, but for fear of losing.
Once she came to our house for a week or so, and when she went out with a backpack, my tears fell. I am embarrassed to tell my senior, so I can only cry secretly.
A friend is just a familiar person in my eyes. I never get emotional, but shadows are an exception. She is so kind and pure that I dare not face the fact that I like her.
I often say to my seniors.
When our house is settled, the shadow can stay as long as he wants.
When you eat Hunan cuisine, you will say that it is delicious and has no shadow.
When eating a seafood buffet, I will say that if the shadow exists, it must be as disgusting as me.
When I was cooking, my senior sister said how to cut it so neatly.
I am proud to say that I have learned something from shadows. Watching her cook is a pleasure, listening to her nagging is a pleasure, and not liking her is also a pleasure. Of course, more often, I was rejected.
Every time she comes to our house, she brings all kinds of gifts and snacks. I will be happy to be a child, even if I have a bag of melon seeds, I will be excited for a long time.
Melons are not important. The important thing is that she has come.
Every time before eating, she will go online to buy food. Even if my senior and I buy food in advance, she will still buy a lot at Pupu Supermarket. I can't bear to let her spend money, but I can't stop it.
Every time I feel distressed with anger and scold my senior severely, she will stare at a pair of big eyes that kill people. ...
I had to scold the cat, and the innocent cat stared at the shrew with big eyes.
When the shadow cooks, I will surround her, either helping her turn over the vegetables or picking up the phone to shoot videos. At that moment, the kitchen with a strong smell of fireworks was my favorite venue.
She is a good cook. Every time she comes, the dinner table is as rich as Chinese New Year. During the period of losing weight, we will eat carefree, and our weight will soar by 2 Jin a day.
When she cuts vegetables, I will quietly lean against the door frame and watch the dance between her and the vegetables. I always feel that there is a halo on her head, and time has rushed into her arms.
She is immersed in the same scale as time, enjoying the process of making food and showing her charm with finished products.
Any dish, as long as she looks at it, will hit the soul directly.
When she comes home, I try to put all kinds of good things in her bag, such as spicy strips, coke or some apples. Most of them would be rejected by her, and she hated me for being wordy like a wife, but these were the best things I could think of at that time.
Her influence on me is also a teacher and a friend. I guess even she didn't realize that her charm was so great. If she knows, she will be shameless to say that she has always been very attractive!
Her frankness, her intentions, she exposed her good ideas to everyone defenseless. ...
Invisible, her great energy is like a beam of light, which keeps me moving forward and getting closer to her.
? 03?
I scolded my senior many times, and only the last two times showed my remorse.
Once because of the gas phone. Under normal circumstances, we use a can of gas for three or four months. It is very cold in Shenzhen around the Spring Festival. Senior sister said that the gas fire was too small when cooking, and told me to call the aspirator at once.
After the gas arrived, I glanced at the phone records, which obviously took less than 2 months. ...
I turned on the dislike mode, and the seniors laughed without a word. By default, it was my fault.
When I vented my anger, my heart was slowly cut open like a blunt knife, and I even breathed with regret. I sat alone on the sofa in silence for a long time. ...
This is the first time I regret scolding her!
Once I dyed my hair. We stood in the sun, and I asked my senior, is it my color?
She said it was yellow in the sun. ...
I blew up as soon as I heard it. Originally, the barber's hair was ugly and dyed in a color I didn't like. Suddenly the fire flew into a rage and the broken mouth mode was opened. The senior said helplessly that it was a light problem, and it looked good in the shade. ...
But I couldn't listen. ...
I am ugly, but I blame others.
After my anger subsided, I began to regret my behavior again. After running in the evening, I went to the supermarket to buy Yakult and beef, her favorite food, and I reflected on my behavior all the way. ...
When I was sleeping, I lay in her arms and said that I still wanted to scold you at noon. After I came back, I reflected all afternoon. Until now, my heart is still like a stone. ...
As always, she was gentle, crying with me and trying to comfort me.
Since childhood, parents' communication methods have always been quarreling and violence. I really don't want to lose my temper, but I will still fall into inertia. ...
This is the first time that I tore out my weakest side and showed it to her when I made up for scolding her.
After that, I seldom took it out on her. Even if there are signs of anger, I will immediately notice another expression.
it is me
I have always put myself in the position of the victim and courted my senior with my temper!
She is always gentle and patient. ...
Dear, you have worked hard in those wronged days!
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