The night before yesterday at dinner time, I was looking through the small glass door of the microwave oven, watching the orange warm light leisurely turning the hot grain porridge in the bowl, and the WeChat video phone rang, it was rose.
Picked up, rose hippie smiling face as always, single knife straight into the noise, a loud voice "the first five to meet the god of wealth, Wishing you prosperity", I am happy to return to "haha get rich and rich", eyes are still on my porridge bowl.
As in the past, the two women chatted, asked Xidong, and took stock of you and me. Rose is like me, because the epidemic is working from home, the children are also working at home, fortunately there is no way to fight, for us personally, this year's health and safety is as important as peace and fairness to human beings.
Until after ten minutes of chatting, the fast-talking Rose suddenly spoke a little slower, and the look in her eyes was a little unusual, and I detected it intuitively, and smiled and asked her what was going on. She said with a hippie smile that she had a boyfriend. I smiled back, haha there again, congratulations, smile sneaky, I'm going to go to Mars with Musk.
Rose raised her hand to put the curly hair of her face behind her ear, and asked with an evil smile: "You say, do you fall in love with three or five scumbags before and after, or do you love the same scumbag three or five times?" ”。 A spoonful of mixed grain porridge that had just been delivered to my mouth stopped at my mouth, glanced at my son, who was sitting diagonally across the table and busy with his homework on the computer screen, coughed dryly, and said to her: "I said Miss Rose, this topic is sensitive, the next table has ears, allow sisters to move a nest first, so as to listen to your nonsense", she laughed like a crow on the other side of the camera.
I slipped back into the bedroom, the yoga mat at the end of the bed still untied, just sitting cross-legged on the floor, in the sunlight coming in from the window, comfortable and warm, the phone leaning to the side, the screen just fit into the big smiling faces of the two middle-aged women.
Then the above question, I said, "The questions you just asked, I think they are all miserable, but they are not unusual or doomsday, born as human beings, who is easy, but the former remembers to eat and do not remember to fight, and the latter has a poor IQ."
She smiled and said quickly: "I have met people several times, my mother always nagged me that I have a bad look, you know I hope that someone will always accompany me, can smoke with me to the fire, can squint and smoke, and do not forget to help me put on my coat." There are three things I am afraid of: one is afraid that my parents and children are sick, and I am myself, the second is afraid of the lack of money on the card, I have nothing to spend money, you know, the third is afraid of standing alone on the backyard terrace of my house smoking and watching the sunset, especially when the row of trees is in front of me, the backlight appears that the trees are very dark, and it looks like a row of twisted monsters from a distance, and it is also like a very diaphragm life. I have just known this brother for more than a month, and the daily contact is still hot, so I have not paid attention to contact you recently, are you and your children okay? ”。
I returned to us all very well, work and school are smooth, the lockdown did not affect our comfortable and stable little days.
Rose didn't wait for me to ask her about the newcomer, and then eagerly began to introduce her understanding and feelings about the newcomer. I smiled and listened quietly, just as I had heard her introduce her predecessors before, listening to the coincidence that was similar to pure coincidence.
From the rose I saw a woman's persistence, as if the men who can see her at first sight can be classified into the same category, in her mouth are handsome words (but when the photo is sent, some of me are difficult to give a handsome evaluation, maybe I and the rose aesthetic is greater than the difference between the north and south cuisine), the type she likes, most of the hair is waxed meticulously, the face is shaved blue, cologne and a good watch is standard, whether it is a T-shirt or a shirt, the body plate can hold it up as thick as the city wall, even if the appearance is different, But in my opinion, it is just a change of name, occupation, ethnicity and skin color, and the essence is mostly people who love themselves more than they love roses.
This is not to say that they are wrong, but I am sad that Rose's lack of love and strength, in the end will be because of the stop-and-go to find that what you get is not what you want, what you pay is not cherished by the other party, or the long years let each other realize that it is not a world after all, and let the feelings of the two people go high and low, and finally return to the dust, love dies where it is. But this did not prevent her from stirring again, the moth to the fire.
As a friend, even if you sometimes see the ending at a glance, you can only swallow back in the face of your friend's excited and happy glowing eyes, and with the expectation that maybe this time is right, silently accompany her to go down.
This seems to confirm that people like a person, not a person. It's just that I just happened to meet you, so it's you, not just you. Seemingly cruel logic is indeed a romantic expectation that beats one person for a lifetime. A dozen years ago, we may have had difficulty accepting, but now the attitude of two middle-aged women to this is that one goes with the flow and fights the fire for the moth, and the other is minimalist and simple.
Even if it is a good friend, physical strength, ability and attitude are different. But this does not prevent us from becoming friends, and perhaps it is precisely because of these differences that we will see another side or many sides of a thing, helping each other to see more possibilities and become better each other.
When love comes knocking, the joy of the roses, my blessings.
Rose life, there are infinite possibilities of women, to be continued, welcome to pay attention to @ Eden Hill Sycamore Rain, life beauty continues to share :)