Obsessed with his ex-wife's skills, he invited me to relieve hunger at midnight.

Obsessed with his ex-wife's skills, he invited me to relieve hunger at midnight.

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Last weekend was a rare time for me to reunite with my family, and it was also my best spiritual comfort in recent days. Because my poor state often leads to mistakes in my work, it is common for me to be reprimanded by the leaders. Even my wife's incomprehension made me miserable, scared, quarreled and didn't have time to explain. Sometimes explaining a few words will be mistaken for unreasonable, so I must adjust my state now and adjust it better.

So watching Mid-Autumn Festival is like relaxing the awkward and tense atmosphere between husband and wife through the festival. I also specially reserved a seat in the western restaurant in advance in case it was filled by a group of little boys when I came that day. It's an old-fashioned western restaurant that we don't often go to, but it's particularly memorable for us. Because we knew from the beginning that it was the one who was engaged to wear the ring, I had a soft spot for this store.

When I got everything ready, I waited for my wife to come. My ex-wife just sent a message saying: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival. At this time of year, my ex-wife always says a blessing, which is always warm and touching. After so many years of divorce, it is really not easy to cherish the feelings you once had like your favorite friend. I can't do this, but my ex-wife did it ambitiously. I did not take the initiative to contact, but my ex-wife will always remember.

Probably because women are more cautious than men. I don't have many ideas, but I see my wife coming this way. I quickly wiped my wet eyes. My wife ran over and blamed me with a sad face: What are you doing? Why don't you have a meal at home? Why did you come all the way here? The child's personality is very similar to your grandmother's, saying that his grandmother's dishes are delicious, especially during the Mid-Autumn Festival. I told him you should go.

My wife is becoming a nag now. Even if I don't talk alone, she can talk on and on. I wonder where she has so much to say. Maybe life is just holding her back. But how can a wife, a salesman, be talkative? Is this the legendary occupational disease? I still interrupted her chatter, grabbed her hand and put it on my chest and said, I just want to give you a special Mid-Autumn Festival.

Obviously, my wife has become a housewife and has long lost her petty bourgeoisie sentiment. She should be moved and surprised by what I just said. She left me confused: you are crazy, I'll go first, and when the children's grandmother has cooked the meal, I'll eat it. You can live as you please. You have taken the wrong medicine. My wife left without looking back, leaving me alone, looking up at the round moon, and putting her hand on my shoulder if she wanted to cry when she failed.

My ex-wife has been secretly watching me, but sometimes when she sees me happy, she will turn away and only come to comfort me when I am sad. I didn't find any of these. Husband and wife are still a good match. What else can I do? I don't think I want to waste it since I have booked a table. This unhappy Mid-Autumn Festival was actually accompanied by my ex-wife. We talked for a long time and suddenly found that my ex-wife had not seen a charming smile with red wine as a foil for a long time.