My girlfriend who has been running for ten years is getting married tomorrow

Chapter 7 My future husband is an unrivaled hero who steps on colorful auspicious clouds! (1)
When I was looking for a job in Jiangning District, I used the tactic of casting a wide net. I sent out more than a dozen resumes at once, and then went door-to-door for interviews, and then waited anxiously for news.The range of industries suitable for me is quite wide, such as corporate administration, advertising planning, website editing, manager assistant, and even business sales of insurance companies.

Eventually, I was hired by an advertising agency as a [-]-[-] office clerk.

It took Ling Yiyao a long time to find the house. It was less than [-] square meters and the monthly rent was [-].The location of the house is a bit remote. It is located in an old neighborhood half a century ago. The paint on the mailbox at the door has almost fallen off, and the house number of that year is vaguely revealed.There is an old well in the yard of the landlord’s house, and the words “Zhenjiang” are actually engraved on the edge of the well. We later learned that the jurisdiction of the land under our feet has changed several times between Zhenjiang and Nanjing in the past half century.

On weekends, we went to the nearby small commodity wholesale market and bought a lot of daily necessities. It was quite like "the east market buys horses, the west market buys saddles, the south market buys bridles, and the north market buys long whips".There were beds and TV sets in the house, and with the addition of folding wardrobes, bedding, clothes racks, cooking utensils, toothpaste and toothbrushes, and various snacks, the room that was originally full of dust and cobwebs suddenly became full of life.

"We have a nest!" Ling Yiyao beamed with joy.

I was infected by it, and I had a brain twitch. I hugged her and tried to give her a centrifuge three times at a time, but she broke my arm and said, "Don't go crazy! You will break the furniture!"

Because the room is too small.

The fifth year of dating, the first time living under the same roof.

After friendly negotiation, we quickly reached a consensus: I specialize in cooking, and Ling Yiyao is in charge of washing dishes.After dinner, I lay comfortably on the bed watching TV, while she kept busy, with her sleeves rolled up, an apron tied, her face full of seriousness like a little wife.Finally, she tiptoed slightly, put the two pairs of chopsticks into the cage hanging on the wall, and let out a long sigh of relief: "You're done!"

At that time, I was still in the probationary period, my income was pitifully small, and I had to bear the rent, water, electricity and other expenses. The living conditions were a bit embarrassing, so I had to save as much as possible.For example, our breakfast is nothing more than a small pot of rice porridge, a small dish of pork floss and mustard, and two boiled eggs.

We agreed that whoever gets up first will make breakfast first, but every time I wake up, breakfast is already on the table.I couldn't figure it out, Ling Yiyao was not a person who easily woke up naturally, but I never heard the alarm.I realized later that she set the alarm on her phone to vibrate and placed it on the edge of her pillow so she could get up early and cook without waking me up.

"Idiot, the phone has radiation!" I complained.

She said: "I just like to wake you up and have breakfast!"

Her frightened appearance was like that of a child in a kindergarten who has been praised by a little red flower, and I suddenly felt incredible: how lucky I was to be favored by such a little guy when I was 16 years old!
In order to save money and make it easier to travel, I bought a mountain bike from a graduate in a nearby university town for 120 yuan, which is probably new.Every morning, I would give her a ride when I cycled to work, and in the evening I would go to the north gate of her school and drive her home together.Both time periods are peak hours of traffic congestion, with drivers honking anxiously while our mountain bikes nimbly and unimpeded.

"Report to the chief! There is a BMW in front, are you overtaking?"

"Super!"

"Yes!"

As a result, BMWs, Mercedes-Benz, and even Lamborghinis were left far behind by the environmentally friendly, energy-saving and noiseless individual trackless combat vehicles we drove.

The most memorable one was when I worked overtime until very late, she walked all the way to my company, and accompanied me until midnight before riding a bicycle home together.The street was very deserted. I was pedaling and driving on the wide road, only hearing the whistling wind and her laughter. At this time, a brightly colored sports car roared past us and flew away with dust.

She put her arms around my waist, looked at the back of the sports car going away, and muttered enviously: "When I have money, I will buy this car for my son, and go to the streets to hook up with girls all day long!"

"Why not me?" I asked casually.

She sneered and said, "When you get rich, you'll be in your seventies and eighties. At that time, it's fine to roll out a wheelchair and flirt with the old lady. Let the children and grandchildren hook up with girls."

I pedaled silently, and crossed two streets before asking: "Will there be a day when a young man driving a luxury sports car will suddenly come and snatch you away?"

Ling Yiyao chuckled and said, "My husband is not a driver of a luxury car, but an unrivaled hero who rides on colorful auspicious clouds!"

I didn't know the origin of her words at the time, but I still laughed with relief, because the pattern on the beam of the mountain bike happened to be a few auspicious clouds, and we often joked that the way of traveling was "flying through the clouds and driving through the fog".I always thought I understood the joke in that line, but then I realized that I was completely wrong, because it is not a joke at all.

In order to get a full-time job as soon as possible, I worked very hard. I was always so busy that I had to work overtime for free on weekends, while she stayed at home alone, reading books and surfing the Internet.When I came back from get off work, she was still sleeping with her pillow in her arms. When I was changing my slippers, she opened her eyes in a daze and said, "Lu Qinyang, I like to see you come home the most."

I said, "Oh."

"Then when did you like me the most?"

I didn't answer for a while, so I went to take a shower with a perfunctory sentence. She was a little dissatisfied, and she was depressed all night.The next morning, I told her, "I love you the most when we stand side by side in front of the mirror and brush our teeth together."

Hypocritical?However, if you are not hypocritical when you are passionately in love, is it to leave the future of firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea?
Every morning since then, Ling Yiyao is very keen to wash up with me.The two huddled in the narrow bathroom, shoving each other deliberately while washing their faces and brushing their teeth, and finally looked at themselves in the mirror side by side, as if they were taking a selfie for a wedding photo.

Then go out together.

What I hated the most at the time was the windy and rainy weather. Not only was I drowned by the wind and rain, but I was also splashed with mud by the speeding cars.Especially when we stop at a red light at an intersection, we stand tremblingly in the wind and rain with our umbrellas in hand, while others sit in the car listening to music and look at us with arrogant eyes.

Such an outstanding girl, with a boyfriend who has nothing, perhaps in the eyes of many people, it is a disappointment to the beautiful youth, a waste of the beautiful years, and irresponsibility for one's own life.

I was a little ashamed for a while, and I didn't know how to deal with it, so I tried to avoid those gazes.But Ling Yiyao seemed to see my discomfort, she cuddled close to me, hugged my arm like a child, she didn't say a word, but it was enough to comfort my poor 24-year-old.

In everyone's impression, Ling Yiyao was a gentle and elegant girl, but what happened not long after that took me by surprise.One night, I came out of the company and was going to cycle home. Unexpectedly, when I went downstairs, I found that the bicycle was gone, and there was only a broken chain lock on the ground.I held the iron chain and stood in the cold wind. The little girl next to me saw this scene and ran away in fright.

I touched my pocket, but there was not a single coin, so I couldn't help but gritted my teeth and cursed: "Fuck!"

I walked for more than an hour to get home that day, and I was extremely depressed. Although we could buy another car, it was a big and unnecessary loss for us at the time.Ling Yiyao comforted: "Don't be unhappy. If you don't lose a bicycle, how dare you say that you have had youth?"

"Then why haven't you lost it?"

"If you lose it, I lose it!" She said solemnly.

I rubbed her head, feeling better all of a sudden.

For more than a week after that, we could only go out by bus. We took the same bus first, and the bus was extremely crowded. I grabbed the handrail, and she grabbed my arm, dangling and dozing off.I got off at the fourth stop and changed trains, and she changed at the sixth stop. She couldn't get off halfway to buy a cup of sweet soy milk at the morning tea shop as usual.

I caught a very rare weekend without overtime and went out with her. After passing the alley where I bought the bicycle last time, she proposed to buy another old bicycle.We went in for a stroll, and the cars were crooked, not many decent ones. Just as we were about to leave, Ling Yiyao suddenly pointed to a corner and said, "Look at that!"

I followed her finger and looked over, there was a black mountain bike with a few clouds painted on the horizontal bars, that was the bike we lost.I was at a loss for words. The car was stolen two months after it was sold, and it was sold in the same place. This boss is too black-hearted and arrogant.

I asked, "Boss, how did you sell this car?"

"One hundred and fifty," said the boss.

"Sell it for 50 yuan?"

Ling Yiyao grabbed my sleeve and said, "This car is ours!"

"I know that they are all here, and we will suffer a lot."

"What are you afraid of?" She walked up to the boss and said confidently, "We bought this car here two months ago, and lost it for some reason last week. I didn't expect it to be here with you."

"How do I know? We also paid for it from others." The boss denied it.

The two people next to me came over, scratching their ears, scratching their cheeks and pinching their chins, ready to help the boss clear up the disharmonious voice at any time. I tried to protect Ling Yiyao behind me, but she stood up paranoidly and said in authentic Nanjing dialect: "I will talk to you Speaking of which, I still have photos on my phone, which can prove that this car is ours. It will be "strike hard" after a while, and my dad works in the Public Security Bureau. If you don't give me this car today, I will call the police. At least I will also give you the crime of concealing and selling stolen goods."

The boss thought for a while, and said displeasedly: "Forget it, let's just treat it as my doing good deeds and accumulating virtue. You take this car away! But I have to make it clear to you that I bought this car with money." Yes, it’s not about concealing and selling stolen goods, so don’t blame us for losing them in the future.”

Ling Yiyao squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "I knew the boss was a good man! Don't worry, I will never lose it again. We will engrave our name on the armrest of the car this time!"

"Let's go, let's go!" The boss was so angry and annoyed that he couldn't lose his temper, he waved us away.

I pushed the car and left with Ling Yiyao. As soon as we turned out of the alley, Ling Yiyao put his arms around my arm and let out a long sigh of relief: "I was scared to death! I thought they were going to beat me!"

"Then you still rush forward to be a hero?"

"I'm just not convinced. When I'm scared, I can't let go of my face, so I can only bite the bullet and carry it to death. I didn't expect to get away with it." She stammered occasionally, and I could even feel her trembling slightly. Too nervous, "150 yuan is enough for us to eat for a week..."

Seeing her nervous and terrified appearance, I love and feel sorry for her. The children of the poor are already in charge of their families, and the girlfriends of the poor have to abandon their meekness and reserve in the past. Others argue endlessly.

Many people believe that "money is not everything", and proudly point out all kinds of imaginary things that money cannot buy, such as happiness, such as health, such as kindness.But this is just the self-consolation of the poor, and the pretentiousness of the rich. Money can make a man of mortals offer lychees, or hire a good hand to rejuvenate, of course, it can also make a person have enough capital to do good deeds.

Before graduating from university, I was doing an internship outside. A project manager discussed this topic with me. As a graduate with naive thoughts, I stubbornly believed that I don’t need to chase fame and fortune so much. food, only sleep in one bed, you can't escape life, old age, sickness and death, as long as you are kind and happy, you will have a happy life.

Lao Liu said: "Let me give you an analogy. Your girlfriend is very kind. She met a disabled old man on the road and sold her own strawberries in a basket. She sympathized with the old man. She bought it directly without haggling. You will also be moved by her kindness when you get home; but, what if she only has money for groceries in her pocket? She can only choose to turn a blind eye and walk around, where do you think her kindness is?"

"I ate it." I could only laugh at myself awkwardly.

Her mobile phone was given to her by her college roommate. It was a Motorola one. It made creaking noises when it was opened and closed, and the paint on the outside was peeled off. It has been used for half a year.I was short of money for the time being and had no money to buy her a new one, so I planned to exchange mobile phones with her, but she refused, she said: "You have to see a lot of scenes at work, and others see you using my broken mobile phone. , will look down on you."

"What about you?" I asked.

She said: "I don't go to work, and I don't use the phone frequently, it doesn't matter."

Having said that, I'm still feeling a little down.

She lay on my back, dangling like a child, and said: "I don't have any pursuit of mobile phones. I used to be afraid of losing my mobile phone. Why don't I just use the worse one, and I don't feel so distressed when I lose it."

I understand that she is comforting me.

After three months of employment, I finally became a full-time employee, and my salary was increased by a bit.On the day of her birthday, I bought a small cake and the two of us made a few dishes together, so the birthday barely passed.In the evening, she was lying in my arms wrapped in a quilt and watching TV. I took out a box from under the pillow and handed it to her.

She opened it carefully, and inside was an OPPO mobile phone that I saved money to buy.

"Do you like it?" I asked expectantly.

She held the mobile phone and looked at it for a long time without saying a word. I was a little puzzled, and when I turned her over, I saw her tears falling down.I asked nervously, "What's the matter, you don't like it?"

She still didn't say anything, she turned around and put her arms around my neck, wiping her tears directly on my shoulders, crying very aggrieved.I found out later that some time ago, her classmates laughed at her old-fashioned mobile phone, "I don't even want to sell it to me for 50 yuan." She was afraid that I would be upset, so she never dared to tell me.

Even though they have been in love for so many years, Ling Yiyao is still an Athena in my eyes, who is sexy, cute, intelligent, and kind.Wearing a nightgown, she raised her arms to dry clothes, and the light outside reflected her graceful curves; she imagined my face as a mirror and looked at it from left to right, serious but cute; she sat under the desk lamp while doing homework, While discussing the relationship between liberalism and anarchism with me; she knew that the beggars were liars, but she still couldn’t help throwing a coin when she passed by those people in order to seek peace of mind.

When the weather turned cold, she began to learn knitting from her friends, bought wool and began to tinker with it according to the picture book, and explicitly prohibited me from peeping at her masterpiece.However, when the work was finally finished and she tried it on, she sadly found that the sweater was too small, even if she put it on, it was as if Zhu Bajie had been caught in the lasso of three Bodhisattvas.I was so strangled that I looked at her helplessly, but she patted my stomach angrily and said, "It's all your fault! Getting so fat! A waste of my hard work!"

I am speechless - my body fat was fed by her alive.

"Take it off and give it back to me." She said while picking off my sweater.

"Why? This is mine!"

"It's your head! I took it out and sold it, maybe I can exchange it for dozens of dollars, it's better than wasting it."

In order to keep her pioneering work, I immediately vowed to lose weight, and in the next few months I desperately implemented this plan, trying to lose weight in the winter when I should be fattening.Later, when I thought I could wear that sweater and missed sweater season; and later.The sweater was nowhere to be found either; and now, neither was the girl who knit the jerk.

When Ling Yiyao was in the second year of graduate school, Zishi and Da Qiao came to Nanjing to play, and the four of them went to eat Dai Mei together.Counting, we have been away from Baipu Middle School for six years, but when we mention those old events, they are still vivid, as if they happened yesterday.

(End of this chapter)