old farewell

In the next few days, He Baorong seemed to be against me.Come back late every night.I kept waiting for him to come back, and he was still wearing that neat and handsome suit.

"Where have you been?"

"I couldn't sleep anyway, so I went down for a walk." He put down the bag in his hand: "Do you want supper?"

"Are you bored?" I think my tone must be terrible, so he thinks I'm arguing with him.

"Do you have to quarrel with me if you have nothing to do?" He stared at me: "Is it okay if I go out for a while?" I must have spoiled him. It was obviously his fault, and he said I was provoking.

He threw the supper on me in annoyance, and said in a bad tone, "Do you want to eat it or not?" I was even more annoyed and threw the supper on the ground.

For several days since then, I have been anxious and restless in my heart.Partly because of the constant quarrels and suspicions with him, and partly because I think he is going to leave soon.I don't know why I can't stop thinking that he will leave. It may be because I was bitten by a snake for three years and was afraid of well ropes.

The time at work is very boring. Apart from playing mahjong, the pastime is playing ball.In the not-so-spacious yard, several big men were fighting for the ball tit for tat.But even when I was playing, I could argue with my colleagues.I understand very well that I am just using the topic to vent my anger on others, and I want to vent the depression in my heart.

I silently dropped the ball I grabbed and walked away without saying a word.A pastime broke up so badly.

After that, I will still play ball with my colleagues, and I will even participate in playing mahjong.In addition to simply wanting to vent, there is also that I don't want to go back to the rental house.I don't want to face the quarrel that may be detonated by a word. I don't know when the attachment and beauty between me and him have become the current quarrel, suspicion, breakup, reunion, and numbness so that I get used to this repetition.

In fact, there is one thing that I have never told He Baorong. I don't want him to recover too soon.The days when he was injured were the happiest times for me and him.He can act like a baby and be lazy to me by taking advantage of being hurt.I can watch him sleeping, very obedient and quiet.I will gently cover him with a quilt and cherish him like a treasure.He would also stroke his eyebrows over and over again. He is obviously a very handsome man, but his eyebrows are very thick. Even when he is sleeping, there is a hint of stubbornness.At that moment, I knew that I still love him.

In the days that followed, I still treated him the same as before.Accustomed to cooking sumptuous meals for him in the noisy kitchen, I saw him changing that favorite sweater when I brought the meals upstairs.I guess he is going out.But still put the food on the table, he asked me: "Where is my passport?"

"I didn't take it."

He looked at me, and I could hear him suppressing his anger: "I didn't take it? Then why can't I find it?"

"Why do you need a passport?"

"Are you in control of you?" I took the passport, and I didn't want to give it to him, so I calmly picked the rice in the bowl.

"Yes, I took it, but I won't give it back to you,"

Maybe because he understood that I would not pay him back no matter what, he took a deep look at me and slammed the door to leave.For the first time, I felt that the rice in my mouth was tasteless.