Self-knowledge

When it was time to get off work, Ye Xiang quickly explained the work arrangements to his colleagues in the group, and went off to the vegetable market with his bag.

Ye Xiang claims that he is no longer young. He is 28 years old this year. He is mainly engaged in the research and development of automobile power. He has worked for six years and can be regarded as a team leader. If you stay at home more, you should stay at home more. The overtime work in the morning was said out of anger. Since Lin Jiaxu asked, he probably came back for dinner today.

The aunts in the vegetable market have known Ye Xiang for a long time. There is no other reason. There are not many men who come to the vegetable market in white shirts and briefcases to buy vegetables, and there are even fewer men like Ye Xiang: clean, fair skin, and neatly cut. Zhang Yang's short hair, rimless glasses on the bridge of the nose, can't stop the thick black and long eyelashes, although the facial features are not amazing, they look very comfortable, in a group of people who come to the market to buy vegetables Among the old man and the preoccupied aunt, he stands out from the crowd.

When encountering unprocessed ingredients, Ye Xiang often asks the aunts how to cook.

"Xiaoye, did you buy fish today? Do you want to make fish soup?"

Ye Xiang smiled and said yes.

"Miss Xiaoye is really lucky. You are the one who came to buy taoyao, and now the young people are not willing to do things."

"He is busy with work, so I do more when I have time." Not used to talking too much with strangers, he nodded with a smile and left the booth.

The housework at home is basically covered by Ye Xiang. Most of the time, he drags his tired body after working overtime and sees the house full of mess. From anger to numbness to habit, Ye Xiang only tidies up with a blank expression, and doesn't bother to talk to the person on the sofa. Argued hard.

Going home with a lot of ingredients, even opening the door requires a lot of effort to change hands to hold the key. Ye Xiang is thinking about the evening dishes in his mind. Spit sand, open another bottle of bar at night, and it will be considered as a birthday.

At 09:30 in the evening, Lin Jiaxu still did not come.

No reply to WeChat, no phone calls.

The table is full of dishes, which cannot be called a full feast of Manchu and Han, but they are also delicious dishes: the stewed milky white fish soup needs to be fried in oil to cook the crucian carp to make a white soup; Carefully loosen each piece so that the meat is not easy to be aged. The ratio of light soy and dark soy to sugar is good, and finally the juice is collected and put out of the pot; Lin Jiaxu’s favorite mapo tofu uses the bean paste brought from Sichuan last time , and the pepper sauce that Lao Wang brought from Hunan, fried a little minced meat to taste, and rolled a tofu in the pot. When the tofu came out of the pot, it was soft and tender, wrapped in a fragrant and spicy taste; Fragrant clams are the easiest dish to make. The clams are also left to spit out sand for a while before putting them into the pot.

The wine in the decanter was obviously overdone, Ye Xiang didn't eat a mouthful of food, and poured himself a few glasses of wine, his stomach was throbbing with pain, but he didn't even have the strength to get up to take stomach medicine.

He knew that as long as he ate his meals on time and drank less alcohol, he wouldn't have a stomachache at all.

But he couldn't do it, and the feeling of losing control came again.

When Ye Xiang regained consciousness and found that he had drunk the whole bottle of red wine, he only felt numb in his hands and feet, his body was light, and there were broken plates and vegetables on the ground.

Ye Xiang rubbed his forehead, his mind was completely fragmented. At this moment, what he was thinking was, what kind of dish did you drop? Why the hell should I clean it up by myself?

He hates Lin Jiaxu, and hates himself even more, because he is cheap, and he took the illusory promise Lin Jiaxu made seven years ago seriously, and regarded this residence as his home.

——It’s better to break up.

Ye Xiang was taken aback by the thought that flashed into his mind.He pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a wry smile. What is the difference between this kind of himself and Lin Jiaxu, he is just a bastard who abandoned his promise.

What is true love, what is unswerving in this life, no matter how beautiful the love story is, no matter how touching the happy ending, it is time to wear away the appearance of deep love for each other, revealing the ugliness in life; with children as sustenance, love can be smoothly transitioned to Family affection, homosexuals like them have no marriage contract and no children's restraint, they just get together and form a partnership.

It is said that it takes seven years for a person's whole body cells to be replaced once, otherwise there will be a seven-year itch.For seven years, they are not what they were when they fell in love with each other.

only the guy drinking water knows it's cold or hot.

Ye Xiang stared blankly at the remnants on the ground, then knelt down and tidied them up bit by bit.

He suddenly felt that the night in early autumn was a bit cold, bitingly cold.