The train started. I didn't talk to you much. When I hung up, I saw that the call time was only ten seconds. You and I both know that we are in a bad mood.
You said you envied that I could hug you at night. I know how much you miss the two boys at home. I can't help it Work hard.
Since the day before yesterday, you have said to me more than once, "Don't go back, stay with me." But I know that there is still a saying in your heart, "There are only two at home, and it has to be the Lord." When the train station broke up, I sent you a message telling you to take care. You said you would work hard and get together early. I understand everything.
How many times is this difference?
I remember the first time we parted, it was May 30th, 2008. At Nanyuan Airport, you sent me pregnant for more than six months, and I was already on the second floor. You looked at me outside the glass door on the first floor and waved to me. I saw you wiping the tears from the corner of your eyes, but I pretended not to know. Even now, I haven't told you.
I broke up for the second time. On September 30th, 2008, I took my boss back to the Northeast. At Beijing Railway Station, your reluctance is still strong. Later, you left me a message saying that what you were most afraid of was the separation of lovers. Every separation is heartbreaking.
The third time, June 20 10, you and your friends are going to Shijiazhuang to do a project. That month, my weight dropped to 82 kg, so that when I took my boss to visit relatives in Sichuan for the fourth time, my grandmother said I looked like an African refugee: black and thin.
The fifth time, 20 1 1, you started working in a different place. Although it only takes more than three hours to come back, you seldom come back because of busy work. Slowly, I got used to your absence. One habit is to spend more than six years in the collection of train tickets and plane tickets.
Some people say that "if the two relationships last for a long time, sooner or later", which is what others will say without much experience. Only those who have been separated for a long time know what the night of missing is like and how the days that need companionship are spent. Some people say that we are asking too much, but in fact, where is it? It's just that we have our own unwillingness, responsibilities and obligations, and difficulties. Wait until one day we want to be together, but the hardships from heaven usually interrupt everything. Therefore, we have to continue to share it like this. But the difference is that the inner cohesion is tighter, and some previous ideas have been reversed. We have ushered in the maturity of the soul, we have learned more about the meaning of home and love, and we cherish all the people and things more.
You just sent a message asking if your luggage is settled, asking you to drink more water and have a rest, and saying that you have worked hard for me. This situation always makes me feel at ease. You just want to work hard and make your life better. I just want to take care of the children and do my best to help you share more. Our idea is simple and there is no interference.
A little headache. We both had headaches last night. Since last year, we have been closely tied together, so I guess things will be much better if things get better. I still remember on the subway, I looked at the puppy on the advertising screen and entertained myself. You pretend to be angry and say I know how stupid it is to look around. You see me looking at you innocently, and your tone immediately softened, saying that I was carrying such a heavy bag and I didn't know where to grab it. He has to take care of other luggage and can't help me grab it. He is distressed and anxious. Thank you, my husband. I know. I know everything.
You were afraid that I would take a bite of instant noodles in the car, so you took me to dinner just before the station, and you deliberately asked me for a hot drink, saying that it would be much better when it was warm.
In fact, there are too many things to write, just knocking on memories, and the mood of memories is particularly complicated. I remember yesterday, I always leaned on your shoulder, and sometimes I couldn't help touching your face. You said stop and make it look like you're going. I was so scared that I jumped away at once. You see, I look angry, and I really have no other meaning. It is the fear of parting that makes you particularly uncomfortable. I didn't play with my temper like before. I followed my heart, so I leaned over cheerfully when you said my arm. There is no sweet talk, just lean together, I watch movies, you read novels, and occasionally follow me to watch movies. Not too much, just quietly together. It is enough to call each other once in a while.
My thoughts are far away and I want to be together as soon as possible.
Love your wife.
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