Days after Breaking up with My Ex

After leaving lin ya's house, Ding Ge went straight into Hu Zi's and mine, or Du Ling's and mine.

The door was not closed. I could hear the laughter of the three girls, and I didn't bother them. Instead, I stayed at Lin Ya's house and stood alone on the windowsill, blowing the wind.

It was the best time of the year. Early autumn was not as bleak as late autumn. The trees outside were still covered with leaves. The temperature was just right. It was neither hot nor cold. The wind was warm. The white clouds were drifting in the light blue sky. The whole of Pucheng became quiet in my eyes.

The sun shone warmly on her face, and outside the window was a bright and brilliant color. There was no sadness in most of the autumn poems.

If winter was like a goddess who could only be seen from afar and could not be mocked, and spring was like a young and lively young girl, and summer was like a passionate and wild imperial sister, then comparing autumn to a woman would be mature and beautiful, knowledgeable, understanding, gentle like water, quiet and elegant.

I couldn't help but smile. That girl came to mind again!

Now, we can finally be together openly, we can walk hand in hand on the street, we can stand under the streetlight and stare at each other with deep feelings, we can express each other's feelings without concealing, this feeling is really great!

Long live love!

I took a deep breath, and there was someone in my heart who was thinking about it day and night. I just felt happy all over my chest.

With Ding Ge, I am satisfied, no regrets!

In Pucheng, autumn is always in a hurry. Farmers are busy harvesting crops in the fields, feeling the golden time. And we, perhaps, haven't had time to change our autumn clothes yet. A cold air makes us change into big cotton-padded jackets.

I clenched my fist and swore in my heart that I would never let this girl who was more beautiful than autumn leave again.

...

That night, Ding Ge and I were lying on the bed in my bedroom, and the light above us lit up the room.

Ding Ge's feet were tilted upwards, shaking slightly. She was holding a notebook and a pen. We began to seriously discuss the matters related to marriage, one by one, from big to small.

Because this was something neither Ding Ge nor I had experienced before. Of course, we've seen other people get married, and we've been to other people's weddings, but watching other people get married and getting married to ourselves is completely different.

I only wanted to get married once in my life, and so did Ding Ge, so we were especially careful. We didn't have the money to have a lavish, dreamy, super wedding, but we still wanted to have a wedding that wasn't grand but beautiful, wasn't luxurious but warm, wasn't grand but romantic.

But once everything was detailed, it felt like a huge project.

After nearly half an hour of discussion, apart from the decision to go to the decoration company tomorrow to choose the renovation plan, nothing else has been finalized. Ding Ge and I feel that we want to set a specific date for our wedding. After all, we should inform our relatives and friends in advance. It can't be said that you will come over when we get married at the end of the year.

Ding Ge took out his phone and looked at the last month of this year. We were close to each other, as if the whole bed was ours.

The two of us planned that the end of the year would be tight, so we just had to rush to the kitchen. We looked at the numbers, and now they were meaningless. But when we circled the specific day, it would be the day that Ding Ge and I got married, and it would be the day that we would have our anniversary every year.

It will be the most important moment of our lives.

After looking at it day by day, Ding Ge and I preferred the twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month. After the date was set, Ding Ge and I turned over and looked up at the top of our heads, sighing.

Set this day, it can be said that our wedding is also entering the countdown.

"How many days until we get married?" Ding Ge said in a soft voice.

"Probably..." I figured it out. "About five months."

"Ah, five months!"

I turned my head to look at Ding Ge. We were lying side by side. I could only see half of her delicate face, but her profile was also so perfect. Her skin was white and shiny. I smiled and asked, "Do you think it's too long or too short?"

Ding Ge blinked her beautiful big eyes and murmured, "Not bad, but why do you feel a little nervous all of a sudden?"

Ding Ge turned to me and asked. I supported my cheek with one hand and asked, "Why?"

Ding Ge shook his head and said, "I don't know. I just feel my heart beating faster at the thought of getting married. I have a feeling of panic and nervousness."

"This should be the legendary pre-marital anxiety disorder." I smiled.

Ding Ge looked at me doubtfully and asked, "What about you? Didn't you?"

I smiled in shame and said honestly, "I do, but I feel a little nervous when I'm anxious. I'm scared and want to escape. But now that I've set the date, I feel much more at ease."

"Why?" Ding Ge asked curiously.

"Well, I can't say it either," I thought about it and said, "Maybe I think there's too much going on. There's one less thing to do on the wedding day."

"That's right, there are so many more things. Getting married is really troublesome." Ding Ge said with emotion.

"It's okay. Once in a lifetime."

Ding Ge glared at me again and said, "Do you mean you want to get married twice?"

"No, not at all!" I said speechless, "Where did you hear that?"

This was obviously a deliberate set-up!

Dinger pointed at my heart and said, "I can tell from here."

I laughed, pushed her hand away, and said seriously, "I'm serious with you. Be serious!"

Ding Ge smiled and pretended to be a good girl.

Looking at Ding Ge, I only felt a wave of satisfaction coming from my heart. I said, "About five months. The renovation will start as soon as possible. We still have plenty of time."

Ding Ge also said, "Well, we'll go to the decoration company tomorrow."

After that, Ding Ge smiled brightly at me again, her mouth seemed to have a trace of charm. She took another breath and said, "That's it for today. We'll talk about other things after we finish the renovation tomorrow."

Ding Ge wanted to sit up. I quickly stopped her with one hand. Immediately, Ding Ge lay down again. She giggled, put her hands on each other's chest, and said angrily, "I should go to sleep. What are you doing?"

"It's only a few minutes. Can you sleep when you get back?" I took a look at the time. It was only after nine in the evening.

"Of course." Ding Ge started acting again.

I put one hand on top of her and said, "What are you doing? I haven't done anything yet. Why do you look like a mouse has seen a cat?"

Ding Ge pouted and smiled, "I don't know you anymore. I know what's in your stomach. I'd better run away."

I smiled bitterly, as if ding ge could see through my heart, but how could I let her go so easily? I said in a pleading tone, "Later, later, later, later."

"Okay." Ding Ge sighed mercifully.

Both of us turned sideways and looked at each other. Ding Ge smiled at me and said, "Interview me. We're getting married in five months. We're about to end our single life. What do you think?"

Ding Ge purposely emphasized it with a very formal interview, but it sounded very funny and cute to me. Then I said to the contestants who had won the prize and delivered their acceptance speech, "Excited, I'm very excited, very excited, thank you, thank you very much..."

Before I could finish, Ding Ge slapped me and shouted, "Be serious."

I quickly put away my smile and looked at Ding Ge, a warm current quietly flowing in my heart.

Married to Ding Ge, just five months later, how do I feel?

I felt so much, so much so that I was glad that we could get back together after the breakup and not be strangers like everyone else. I thought that if I really broke up forever and accidentally met on the street a few years later, and dinger had become the mother of the child, I would definitely feel so painful that I couldn't stand up.

I looked at Ding Ge and said in a soft voice, "I am very grateful to god that I can meet a girl named Ding Ge. Her name is so strange, and her person is so strange."

Ding Ge frowned and said, "Strange, are you praising me or scolding me?"

"Of course it's a compliment!" I was a little angry and said, "This relationship has been brewing, can you not interrupt it?"

Ding Ge quickly smiled and said, "You say, you say."

"Meeting this girl is the luckiest thing in my life! Very, very early, I thought about marrying this girl and spending the rest of my life with her. Now, she's lying in my bed, and we're getting married in a few months. Of course, I'm happy. I'm happier than winning the lottery. I'm happier than winning hundreds of millions of lottery tickets. God knows how much good I've done. My mother must have been a philanthropist in her last life." I smiled and looked at Ding Ge. I couldn't help but touch her face and say, "Such a beautiful wife, this is a treasure, big treasure! No matter how much money others give, they won't sell it for anything!"

Ding Ge couldn't help but laugh again. In the room was her silvery laughter. She said, "Is there such a treasure? Return the treasure? And sod honey! I won't sell it for any amount of money. It makes me look like an antique."

"Look, that's a description. It's your turn. How do you feel?" I looked at her expectantly.

"Me?"

Ding Ge looked thoughtful, then she moved her body slightly, leaned her head against my chest and sighed, "As long as people don't say I hate marrying girls."

After that, Ding Ge looked at me again, her eyes glistening. She asked me again, "If I hadn't taken out the ring that day, you wouldn't have proposed. Would you have thought I was too anxious?"

"Of course not!" My heart ached as I grabbed her hand and said, "I can't wait to marry you into the house so that I won't worry about you being snatched away!"