old farewell

It may be that I destroyed his labor results. He ran out early in the morning in a fit of anger and said he wanted to do morning exercises.I chased him out. When it was just dawn outside and it was still very cold, he rushed forward as if he was not afraid of the cold.I was so cold that I shivered as if I had been electrocuted.Chasing him while shaking.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Go shopping!"

go shopping?It's a good thing he can say this in such a cold day!While chasing him, I persuaded him: "It's so cold outside, I can't take it anymore. Let's go back?"

He ignored me, I quickened my pace to catch up with him.He looked at me here and there, and suddenly said, "It seems really cold."

Then started walking back.

When I got back to the rental house, I couldn't stand the cold and got under the covers.He stopped for a while and came over to grab my bed, maybe he also felt that my expression was wrong, and asked me: "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

I was so uncomfortable that I only said one sentence, it was so hard, and I didn't have the energy to speak again.He touched my forehead, "It's really hot!"

Nonsense, it's so cold that you want to go out for morning exercise?No wonder you don't get sick!My head was dazed and dizzy, and he was still babbling beside me that you are so weak, you get sick when you blow the wind or something.I think if I can stand up, I will give him a kick. Can I blame myself for my poor health?

Pushed me, "Can you still get up?"

"Why are you getting up?"

"Cooking. I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten for two days. I'm starving to death."

I woke up suddenly out of anger, pointed at him and scolded: "Are you human? You asked the patient to get up and cook for you?"

He obviously didn't think it was a big deal to be sick, and he curled up next to me without saying a word.Looks like he's really hungry.I really owe him my last life!

Wrapped in the quilt dizzily, flipping the rice in the pot back and forth, suddenly I had the urge to regard the rice as his poking twice, but in fact it was me who smacked it in again. an egg.

A few days later, I went to the racetrack with him, and he was like a happy crazy kid yelling "Wow! That's great!"The word "good" is repeated repeatedly.I couldn't figure out what was so fun about it, so I just sat behind him and watched him scream excitedly.

"Where's the ticket?" He turned to me and asked.

I handed it to him without making a sound, and he confessed to collect the money and hurried out.

When we returned to the rental house in the evening, we were all tired and had no other entertainment.He started teaching me how to dance.He Baorong has a slender and well-proportioned figure, and his dancing appearance is very charming, neat and unrestrained.I was kind of clumsy, and my footwork was always inconsistent with his.After he taught me a few times, he became impatient and left me and told me to call him after I finished practicing.

I tried to walk a few steps by myself, and when I felt that I was almost done, I called him. He didn't believe that I had learned it, but he still came over and wrapped his arms around my waist and started dancing.

He silently read the numbers to control the rhythm, and even his voice became nice.The whole world seemed to become a floor under our feet, and he and I danced where we belonged.The small rental house was dimly lit, but his face under the light suddenly made me feel very warm.I don't know how long I have been dancing, and I don't even feel tired, I just want to keep going like this.