[Bottle Evil] 2015 is the right time to get married

Boyouping has his little secret in his wallet, and he refuses to tell me.

As early as a few days ago, I was a little skeptical. That time I was going to the canteen to buy something, but I didn’t find any change, so I picked up the wallet of Poker Bottle that he had never seen before. He took it away forcefully from the back, and he opened it in the direction he could only see, took out some change and handed it to me, then closed the wallet and stuffed it into his trousers pocket.

I froze for a moment, feeling very strange. The reaction of the Poker Bottle obviously meant that there was something in it that I didn't want me to see.

It has been a few months since he and I got married. During this time, we lived in Yucun, without being disturbed by others, and our small life was sweet and sweet. If it was in the past, I would not have explored boring You Fing doesn't want to talk about private matters, but it's different now. Anyway, we are considered official partners. I have confessed all my secrets to him. What secrets does he have to hide like this?

I didn't ask right away, I knew what he didn't want to say, even if I asked, I might not get an answer, but it was hard not to pay attention to his wallet.After struggling like this for a few days, I finally couldn't hold it back anymore, and took a peek at Ponyoufing when he went out without his wallet, and there was nothing in it except for some change I stuffed for him and his ID.

I know that he must have taken away the thing that he didn't want me to see in advance. Poker bottle is so secretive to me, which makes me feel really uncomfortable.Starting from the purse incident, I feel more and more strange that he went to patrol the mountains for nothing. It would be fine if we didn’t have this marriage relationship. I can’t control what my brother does on the mountains, but now he and I just finished our honeymoon , Why can't he stay at home?

I had these small emotions and couldn't resolve them by myself. Poker bottle quickly noticed my gradually indifferent attitude during this period, but he didn't seem to think that it was caused by the wallet incident, and he just reduced the number of times he went out. , there is that little gap, even if the oily bottle is by my side, it often makes me feel uneasy.

I began to pay more attention to Pokerfing's every move, and unsurprisingly, I discovered more details that I hadn't noticed before, such as his trance when he was feeding the chickens, and his staying on the balcony after dinner. Overlooking, and the frequent movements of looking at the phone... I deeply suspected that Pokerfoil had transferred the thing in the wallet to the back of his phone case, but when I had a chance to search, he hid it elsewhere.

Is this the normal development of marriage?No wonder it is said that marriage is the tomb of love. When I think about it before I got married and then contact me now, my heart feels cold.

I always thought that I had no bottom line on Poker Bottle, but when things developed to the point where he was sitting far away from me on the other side of the sofa and sneaking a look at that thing, I finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Brother, what are you looking at?" I stood up without warning, and rushed towards him. Pokerfing didn't expect my sudden attack, but this guy's hands are very fast, and he is very calm when he does bad things. I watched him stuff the physical evidence under the sofa and look up with an innocent face, and I was very angry.

I squeezed myself into his arms forcefully, and reached for the things under the sofa, but Pokerfoil tried to stop me.

"Let me take a look," I negotiated with him, "Is it something from the wallet last time? You even blatantly peeked in front of me and didn't tell me!"

Poker bottle held my wrist while raising his head to kiss me, how could I let him fool me like this?

"You are too much!" I said angrily, "What are you hiding from me? Is there anything you can't show me?"

Poker-Face looked at me sullenly, I put away my playful attitude and said seriously: "Does it have something to do with me?"

Poker Bottle hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

I frowned, feeling that things were not that simple: "Dangerous? Are you doing dangerous things without telling me?"

This time he shook his head without hesitation, and told me with certainty: "No."

"What is that? Someone threatened you with my old stuff? Or... my medical report?"

Poker bottle shook his head, rubbed the back of my neck helplessly and said, "Don't think too much."

"Then show me," I relaxed a little, and begged him, "You know I've been very unhappy because of this incident recently."

After Pokerfing heard my words, the previous confusion of pretending not to know anything gradually disappeared, and was replaced by a slight confusion. He looked down at me seriously, and said softly, "So that's how it is," he said. , "I didn't expect you to be so sensitive."

Co-author or my fault? "What is sensitivity?" I asked him back, "If you keep something from me, of course I will feel uncomfortable!"

"It's just a photo." After Poker Ping finished speaking, he seemed a little embarrassed. Seeing that I was still waiting for him to finish, he finally said, "...your photo."

I was surprised, my photo?What kind of photos of me are worth covering up and showing them all the time?

Immediately alert, I sat up straight and asked, "My picture? Let me see, when is it? Where are you from?"

This time, Poker Bottle didn't stop me from rummaging, but just put his hand on my shoulder and pinched it to signal me to relax. I took the thing out from the gap of the sofa cushion and saw that it was indeed my photo, it was me. When I was a child, I didn’t know which birthday party photo I took. My parents, third uncle, and second uncle were all sitting around the table. In the photo, I was wearing a very silly little golden paper crown, and I was making a wish to the candle.

My heart tightened, and now I have stress reactions to old photos and old objects, and I always suspect that many of my childhood experiences were also designed by unknown forces in the dark.

"Don't think too much," Poker-Face tried to take the photo back from me, "I asked my mother for it."

Looking at the old photos that seemed to be ordinary, I became more and more confused: "Then why are you peeking..."

"I just think..." Poker bottle turned his eyes away, and there seemed to be some faint pink color on the base of his ears, he paused before saying, "It's very cute."

Ah this...

I was stunned for a moment, because I was still skeptical and thought that Poker Face had hidden a lot of things from me. Who would have thought that what this guy secretly hid was only my childhood photos?Take it out every now and then just because he thinks it's...cute?

So now he is blushing and doesn't dare to look at me trying to take the photo back? Is he being shy?Looking at myself in the photo, I felt so embarrassed after knowing it, my face burned.

Poker bottle still wanted to take the photo in my hand, but I slapped my hand. I stuffed the photo into my pocket without any explanation, stood up and ran away blushing.

Poker bottle pulled me back, as if he didn't want to compromise, and he emphasized it sullenly: "I asked my mother to come."

I couldn't do it in embarrassment, not to mention that I was taken stupidly in the photo.

"That can't be done!" I covered my pockets and ran away, "It was originally my photo! Now it's returned to its original owner!"

I slipped into the room, closed the door hard, and after calming down for a while, I turned out the photo with a blushing face. I was so anxious just now that the corner of the photo was slightly bent. I smoothed the photo, and the more I thought about it, the more funny it became. It's really boring, I thought we were already an old married couple, and he secretly hid my photo in front of me, why should he be so innocent... It's no wonder he wanted to secretly look at me, and now he's been I found it, and it seemed kind of embarrassing.

I took care of Poker Bottle's face and didn't say a word about it after confiscating the photos, but I didn't expect it, and this seemed to be just the beginning.

Poker-Face is very careful in doing things, but I have no choice but to get along with him day and night, some clues are not completely lost to me, I am more and more suspicious, there should be more than this one in the photo in Poker-Face's hand, but I found There is no evidence. After I found out last time, he became more careful. If I didn't dig through the cracks in the bricks when I was hiding cigarettes on the balcony, I really wouldn't have found it.

This time it’s a photo of me playing basketball in junior high school. My school uniform is half soaked in sweat, my clothes and trousers are covered with dust, I look dirty holding the basketball, and I’m raising my arms to wipe the sweat .I thought to myself, what a guy, standing on the balcony all day looking into the distance with Duanyouping is just looking at this thing?If he doesn't look at a living person at his age like me, I don't want to lose face!

I immediately approached Ponkou Fing Xingshi to ask the crime, soft and hard all the way, under the premise of guaranteeing that it would not be confiscated, and coerced Pokyouping to confess that he had hidden other photos.

The result this time was really beyond my expectation. I knew there might be more than one, but I never thought he had hidden so many!

In the gaps of the bedside table, the hidden compartment under the bed, the interlayer of the mountaineering bag, the hollow area behind the fishing rod, and even the top of the chicken coop!The ones I searched out and the ones that Pokerfing was forced to confess, from my elementary school to my senior high school, when I just entered school, when I just graduated, before things started, in the past ten years, in Medog and in Tibet, Those who wore graduation gowns and mountaineering suits, those who cried and laughed, even those with my bald head and Tibetan robes, and those who wore crotch pants when I was one or two years old!There is actually a thick stack!

Who would have guessed that someone who is superficially a cool dude hides old photos of their legal partners all over the house.

I was annoyed by him: "You said we both got married twice, but you want to peek at my photo instead?"

Poker bottle looked at me, and slowly said: "It's not always possible to see you even if you're married."

I literally laughed out loud, "So when you go feed the chickens and go fishing, take it out and have a look?"

Poker-Face took it for granted, and didn't think there was any problem at all. He looked at the photo I found from the fishing rod in my hand and said, "You look very quiet when you sleep."

So this picture of me lying on the table and almost drooling, can I calm down when I look at it while fishing?

I searched out all the "treasures" of Poker Bottle, and he is not ashamed now, he looks a bit broken and smashed, seeing that I didn't intend to return it to him after reading it, he even reached out to ask me to return it.

Of course I won’t give it to him. Most of them are stupid ugly photos. I don’t want to look at them again. The other half are indeed younger and full of vigor than I am now, so I don’t want to look at old photos. Don't look at me anymore.

"Confiscated," I put the photo away and said to him, "I can't give you the photo if I want to see the person."

Poker bottle seemed shocked by my backlash, but I confiscated it quite simply, without giving him any room for negotiation.

Poker bottle stood up, took out a hammer from the toolbox, and walked straight to our bedroom with it in his hand.

"What are you doing?" I called out to him.

Poker bottle said: "Smash your wedding photo hidden in the closet."

My face instantly became red. The extremely ambiguous wedding photo caused a lot of misunderstandings. After I settled in Yucun, I really liked it. I sneaked out to Hangzhou to move here, but I was too embarrassed to hang it out, so I had to hide it in the corner of the closet. Occasionally, I take it out to have a look when Boyouping is not at home.

It turns out that this stuffy oil bottle has been discovered a long time ago!

I became angry from embarrassment, and said to him: "I don't care about any wedding photos! With your awkward appearance, it looks like you're posing for a photo!"

Boyouping ignored me, and soon there was the sound of knocking something in the room. After two knocks, I finally couldn't bear it anymore and rushed in, threw my stack of photos, and shouted at him: "Give it back to me." You can't do it! Don't smash it..."

Halfway through I said it, I thought it was wrong, but when I looked up, I saw that Poker Bottle was smashing the photo frame, he was clearly nailing the wedding photo to the wall!

Later, Poker-finger repeatedly pointed to the wedding photos on the wall, using the excuse that he had endured so much hardship at that time, and every night he was wronged and asked me for it again and again, I suspected that all of this was actually Poker-finger making excuses. The routine of hanging wedding photos in the bedroom.