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Hey!Hello veterans.

I am stuttering, thank you very much for your attention and care for my wife these days, he has been laughing at your comments recently, and he even treats me more kindly.

I'm honored to hear that you guys like me very much, but let's say goodbye, it's all my wife's bragging, so it's good that you like my wife (but don't try to rob my wife).

I'm actually not that popular, usually I'm more jealous.After An An turned 30 years old, she became more mature and attractive. I also point to you guys to give me some good ideas to dispel annoying rivals.

Well, my wife thinks I'm long-winded, so let me get to the point quickly.

I can only attribute it to fate to meet An'an, or it is God's compensation for seeing me hurt by stuttering for so many years.

The night I went to the bar, I had just lost my relationship for three days. I was too busy with work for the previous three days, so I didn't have time to be sad.After finishing the work, I thought about going to the bar to distract myself.

I really wanted to break the pot and find someone to go back for a spring night, but after that, no one was pleasing to the eye.

When I first entered the bar, I saw An An. He was sitting sideways on the bar counter, holding a wine glass and sipping on the mouth of the glass.

These are what I recalled later. At that time, my heart was troubled and my chest was tight, and I felt that being arrogant was in line with my current state of mind.

I squeezed through the crowd and went straight to the bar, and asked for a glass of wine pretending to be cold.The loss and frustration at that time, coupled with the fact that I am not very gentle, I guess the aloof temperament is not bad.

Afterwards, a lot of people came to strike up a conversation. There were enthusiastic and direct coquettish men, lively and robust public men, shy and serious men, and some said he could be 0 or 0, and I could choose.

I didn't see any of them, in fact I probably didn't really want to go on a date at all.

The only thing I care about is An An who can meet his eyes every time he turns sideways or turns his head. I am waiting for him to strike up a conversation with me.

It's a shame that I didn't want to take him back at that time, maybe it was just a game, which would make the bar more interesting for me.

But I waited and waited, almost drunk, and he didn't come, but his eyes were still glued to me.For a moment, I couldn't tell whether the person who came to strike up a conversation was more straightforward or the one who had been staring at me was more straightforward.

I was so bored, I got up and wanted to leave, but I glanced at him before leaving, and he followed me to the bus stop.

I didn't know what to do for a moment, it seemed that I really provoked him.

Standing side by side on the street, although separated by a little distance, it is already much closer than in the bar.I either turned my head or squinted, thinking that this person was really good-looking.

I had evil thoughts, wanting a comforting embrace.

So I sent an invitation to him, but I was afraid that my stuttering would scare him away, so I deliberately slowed down my speech, just keeping the high-cold personality.

When he agreed, I was still in a daze. I didn't expect to bring a strange man home.

I was a little uncomfortable drinking, and the scene of my ex-boyfriend disliking me because I stuttered came to my mind again and again, and the more I thought about it, the more angry I became.

When we were together, I said that you can accept and fall in love with me again.He swears that it's not a problem, but what about the reality?

I looked at the unfamiliar An An, and suddenly wanted to ask him: "Do you despise me because you stutter?"

The stranger was stunned, but quickly pulled me back and said he didn't dislike it.He came to kiss me, but I didn't respond, but tears flowed uncontrollably.

It's been a long time since no one has listened to me seriously. It was rare for me to catch a person and tell him everything without reservation.

When I woke up the next day, memories flooded back to my brain, and I regretted not a single bit.

I want to make him breakfast and let him go, and never have anything to do with it again.

He sat at the dining table and kept staring at me. Unlike the night before, this time he was aboveboard and had a weird smile on his face.

A sense of sight of a good boy turning into a hooligan.

I felt like a little bitch about to be molested.

I really didn't expect that he was a serious man on the surface, and he was so shameless when he flirted with others.

He teased me, laughed at me, and took advantage of the situation to rob me.

I obviously never said that I wanted him to be my boyfriend!

But when he asked me back, I said "try".

I thought he was cute and recalled his tenderness last night.

At that moment I was thinking that maybe he would be a good lover.

But no matter how many fancy excuses I try, I can't hide my idea of ​​treating him as a medicine for broken love.

I really "followed the trend" without a clear mind.

After that, I exchanged names on my own initiative, and when he left, he said that he would check the notes I gave him.

I really thought about it seriously.

Baby and wife are too frivolous and perfunctory, and a simple love is too vulgar.

cute?Kind of disgusting.

In the end, I started with his name, "Xiaohong An'an" almost immediately appeared in my mind, and I happily typed these four words.

He really liked it.

In the first few days when we were together, I regretted my impulsiveness at that time, because An An was so nice.I can't even say that I like him, it's completely irresponsible to just occupy him so casually.

I started to treat him very seriously. If I want to break up, at least I hope that he will be happy during the time we are together.

I thought about whether I should cut the mess quickly and not waste his time, but I didn't say it in the end.

After talking with him for a month of love, I felt that I was getting deeper and deeper, and he was like a good medicine, which really healed me.

After two or three weeks of being together, my ex came to get back with me, and after blocking all contact methods, he actually came to the door.

I haven't been with him for long, never brought him to my house, and I don't know where he knew the detailed address.

The first thing I thought of when I saw him was: protect An'an.

I pulled him into the room, hugged him, explained to him, and went out on my own to confront the ex.

My ex hasn't changed, except for his skin, I can't remember what I liked about him back then.He still likes to interrupt me, and I blushed with anger, wondering if I should use violence to drive him out.

Before I could execute it, An An suddenly rushed out and gave him a hard meal, and kicked him out cleanly.

Probably the moment he looked back at me, I recognized him in my heart.

This is my little Hong An'an, which should be cherished and loved for the rest of my life. My beloved little Hong An'an.

An'an has told you all about what happened afterwards, and he proved that I love him seriously.

My biggest feeling with An An is comfort and safety.He told you that he was always mad at me and made me do this and that to him.

In fact, I may have been pissed off, but never hurt by his words.

Others joke about my shortcomings, but An An is not. He often laughs at my strengths.

For example, he would not describe a large person with a pig, nor would he describe a thin person with a monkey or a bamboo pole.

He also never made fun of my stuttering to anger or amuse me.

If I went to bed one night without washing my feet, he would say, "Did that female intern yesterday see you as too old to wash your feet?"

I went to wash my feet in shame, and then came back to harass him, making him unable to play on the phone, and finally letting him do this and that.

He also often laughed at me for being smelly, saying that my smell could be smelled from all directions, and pigs had to go around.

But he was the one who said he was fascinated by my smell.

You say, is he a lover?

Another kind of comfort is that I can act like a baby in front of him.

It doesn't matter whether it's normal or coquettish, he will even enjoy my acting like a baby.

He won't say: "You are a big man, why are you acting like a baby?"

This sentence may not be malicious, but people like me who have always been dismissed as "macho men and acting like a baby" will still feel a little uncomfortable, and will never show this side of themselves.

So you all know how special and important Xiaohong An'an is to me!

As for the sense of security, it’s metaphysics. I’m not a person who lacks a sense of security, but when I’m with An’an, I can actually feel that sense of security.

The biggest feeling after the age of 30 is: it's nice to have such a lover.

It is the greatest blessing in life to allow me to walk side by side with another lonely soul with confidence and hope in this complicated world.

To put it more vulgarly, I am grateful to have you, Xiaohong An'an.