At noon, the weather in Xiamen returned to the south, and it began to rain after dark. I was bored. I listened to my husband's instructions and didn't go out. I stayed at home with peace of mind, waiting for my friends to come to my door.
Li Ge met by chance when we were decorating the house. He is my husband's hometown. It's so ordinary. After a while, we became friends. He will be born somewhere tomorrow. It is even more coincidental that he and my husband are in the same high school.
The world is small, and people who chat are always so unexpected.
I still remember that on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, Li Ge called Mr. Wang and said, "Hey, who do you know? I am with him. " What a coincidence! My friend Li Ge met Mr. Wang's upper bunk brother in his hometown's high school dormitory.
My husband and I have always attached great importance to our friends, especially those we can chat with. In this vast Xiamen, you can always feel the deep homesickness.
"Knock, knock" knock on the door. I guessed it was Li Ge. Open the door quickly. When he opened the door, Li Ge came in with a potted flower.
"I specially selected this potted flower and put it in your living room." Perhaps happiness came too fast, and I was speechless at the moment. I don't know what else to say except thank you.
"If you raise it well, you can rest assured to water it." Li Ge walked around the living room, putting the flowers in his favorite place, and he was in a good mood.
"Well, when my husband comes back, let's get together. He's been a little busy recently, saying he's going to find you, and it's always too late to come back. "
Friends need to keep in touch frequently. It's really rare that we just chat and get together occasionally, and there is nothing complicated.
I am a grateful person, but most of the time, I am always embarrassed. Life is always like this, inadvertently, it is so beautiful.
It was very late yesterday. When I came back from shopping, I happened to meet my neighbor, Sister Zhuang, at home. For several days, everyone was busy with their own affairs, only occasionally meeting to say hello.
"Ipoh, Sister Zhuang thought of one thing when she saw you. Sister Guo of Adego's family killed a good native chicken for you. I haven't brought it here yet, so busy today. "
Before I could open the door, I followed Sister Zhuang into their house with food. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Zhuang Jie's mother in her nineties and looked at me with mirth. At that moment, I felt very warm.
Adege is from Xiang 'an, Xiamen, and we met while decorating the house. Thanks to Zhuang Jie, we can move into this house so early.
The fate between people is always so wonderful. It was such a simple meal that everyone really looked at each other and became friends.
Sister Zhuang and Brother Ade are older than my husband and me, but there is no boundary between them. A sincere smile brings us closer.
"Sister zhuang is exhausted today. I will wait for Yang Dean to come back and then go to Adego's house to get it. "
"No, no, Sister Zhuang, it's too much trouble." I repeatedly said no, how dare I bother, how dare I accept. Touched and grateful, I "brush" my face red.
Call Mr. Wang at once. This guy is as busy as ever and won't be back until eight or nine in the evening.
"Po, dean came back. You wait. Sister Zhuang will come back as soon as she goes. " Sister Zhuang entered the elevator alone, and I was a little embarrassed and pitiful.
At eight o'clock in the evening, I was cooking when I heard a knock at the door. As soon as I opened the door, Sister Zhuang came in with a red bag.
"Guo Jie (Dege's wife) is specially killed for you, domesticated, and this kind of native chicken is hard to find. Even the hair has faded. Let your husband make soup for you. This is good for the baby. Call someone and say thank you. " Sister Zhuang speaks very gently, just like my old mother at home.
Speaking of age, Sister Zhuang and Sister Guo are about the same age as my mother, and they are very nice. Sometimes I think they treat me like a daughter, but how can I be so blessed?
Being in a foreign land, I always feel that this simple feeling is like a pot of old duck soup, which tastes delicious.
More than one reader has complained to me that the world is not beautiful and I can't feel love. And I want to say that there is love in this world. First of all, you should be a worthy and lovable person.
Be honest and sincere, make friends, and deal with like-minded people.
You are a sunny person, and you will attract similar people to you.
Some people say that there are no friends now, and everyone just uses each other. I mean, no! Around my husband and I, there are a group of friends who get together because of happy things and have fun from time to time because of similar interests.
Even though many of us don't see each other often, some of us only meet once every few months, and everyone is busy with their families. However, whenever someone has a happy event, they must set a table and say, "Come, come to my house today". Everyone cares nothing and has a crazy day together. It's very happy.
I often warn many readers that his circle of friends is very important. No one is in love anymore, and they are still conservative about each other's circles. Who are the friends around him and what kind of person he is. Don't really believe that circles influence people and can guess people's hearts.
My husband's circle of friends, everyone can play very well, is really a rare good buddy. Everyone is very reliable and the family is very happy. When many people don't believe in marriage and love at all, I say I do, and so do people around me. There are our elders, Mrs. Zhuang Jie, Mr. De Ge and Mr. Ma Lao. My contemporaries are our group of people, Lao Pan, Mao Ge, Zhu Mei, Ge Hua, Jia Bao, Jiang Ge and Lu Ge. There are so many people around me that I feel the beauty of marriage.
Don't doubt or complain about whether you are happy or not, start from yourself and be a person with inner sunshine.
What kind of person are you and who will you attract? Indeed, our friends have one thing in common: even if life is a chicken feather, we still have to sing and sing.
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