Cold marriage and warm love: be your heart's darling

How many couples in the world get married? How many eternal love?

Maybe, but not much, but she and he will be one of them.

But at this time of early summer, I don't know that people are actually more like a crossroads. With a decision, life will go in another direction.

husband? When she got on the bus, early summer opened her mouth and swallowed back. She couldn't say these two words. Of course, he didn't call her wife.

It's really amazing to stare at his side face quietly. A week ago, she was still looking for his figure in every corner of the campus. Maybe at that time, he didn't pay attention to her existence at all. Now, he has sat in front of himself, so close that he can reach it.

Biting her finger, she suddenly thought to herself, what would such a warm and cold man look like if he got warm? Er, she meant to be in bed and cover his face!

"In early summer, you'd better call me an old... Teacher." Mu Chenyi said.

Faint to death, can this man read his mind? Too bad, the old word pulled the long dry hair, which made her heart beat longer, and finally the word jumped out.

"Oh, good."

He added: "everyone has different personalities. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. Even if we are married now, you are you and I am still me. We can find a more comfortable way to get along with each other instead of distorting ourselves to cooperate with each other. Do you know what I mean?"

"Oh, I understand!" Let her give him freedom. Don't pester him. There is no objection in early summer. Anyway, people are his. Naturally, what he says is what he does, and a posture of cooperation in the end.

Mu Chenyi looked at her quiet little face, wanted to talk and stopped, and only answered the voice dully.

In the afternoon of early autumn, the sun fell from all directions. In early summer, he thought he would take her back to the house outside the school, or at least take her to identify the door. But when he didn't laugh, he was as calm as the frozen lake in winter. There was no wave, and early summer was at a loss.

The radio in the car sounded a theme song of a movie she liked very much. She hummed silently: "his unruly face is like the sky is getting late. Her washed hair is like a flame in her heart. A short Carnival thinks that life lasts. A long farewell is a youth feast..."

Perhaps the artistic conception of this song is not suitable for her current festive mood, but there is still a feeling called moving flowing in her heart. Has this dream come true? She thought that if she could meet him in the next life, she would fall in love with him and hold his hand to start a feast of youth.

Fortunately, he didn't immediately go back to school to let her go to the canteen. With the car turning around, he entered an alley, crossed countless potholes, splashed big water, and finally stopped in front of a small shop called "fat Li Harbin dumplings".

The shop doesn't depend on the main road. It's just a very ordinary shop.

Mu Chenyi pulled the key and went in without waiting for her. Although early summer is a rich second generation, she has lived a collective life since childhood, so she is not arrogant. The canteen food is still delicious. It doesn't matter what kind of environment to go. As long as the food is delicious, she doesn't mind the roadside stall.