Watermelon xiansheng

Eating Mr. Watermelon's steamed stuffed bun and drinking milk in the morning, thinking that time is quiet and the years are safe.

Before meeting Mr. Watermelon, I never thought that I would get married one day. Or, if I want to get married, the imaginary object is also a literary youth in a white shirt, tall and thin, or sunny or cold. Mr. Watermelon has nothing to do with these.

The first time I saw Mr. Watermelon, I was surprised, although it was only for a moment. Not because of anything else, but because he looks like his brother. I'm surprised how that brother got here. If you look again, you will find that it is not, and there is nothing. However, perhaps because of his appearance and Mr. Watermelon's diligence, when Mr. Watermelon came home with me, his first impression of his family seemed good.

I don't remember why I called him watermelon. I called him by another name before, but I forgot. This is the only one. I've been screaming for years, but it fits his image. Mr. Watermelon has a chubby belly. Sometimes I say, if you change it, maybe you will lose weight if you change it to bamboo or something, but it's just talk. After all, I am used to it, and so is he.

I am not an active person. As far as love is concerned, at first, you must have stuck to me and asked me to come to me on my own initiative. Maybe that's why Mr. Watermelon and I have come this far. It's not that no one else has said they like it, but it seems to me that they like it just casually. Mr. Watermelon is really troublesome: when he was halfway up the mountain with his friends, he called and I said I was tired, so he came by car and ran to the top of the mountain to meet me; I went to see flowers with my friends. When I was leaving, he called and picked you up at the door. The weather is still very cold and the heating has stopped. In the evening, he sent a thermos bottle and hurried back to his residence ... well, actually Mr. Watermelon didn't tell me what he liked at first. ?

I asked Mr. Watermelon how he chose me. Mr. Watermelon said that whenever he saw me, even if he was upset, the whole person would become very quiet. Mr. Watermelon is not a gentle man. Although he looks good on the surface, after getting along with him for a long time, he will find that if things change differently from what he expected, Mr. Watermelon will easily become irritable. Mr. Watermelon said that if you think about me when you are angry, you will not be so anxious.

Mr. Watermelon doesn't like reading, and it's easy to fall asleep when reading. But when we started chatting, there were probably many diaries in my space, so Mr. Watermelon always talked to me about the novels he had read. It's a pity that I didn't read everything he read, and what I read more was only prose. Fortunately, these topics have only been touched upon, otherwise Mr. Watermelon and I may not be able to talk together. Mr. Watermelon doesn't like reading, but that doesn't prevent me from reading. On the contrary, he always tells me every time he sees a book on sale. By the end of the days of wandering in the north, books and postage alone cost more than 400 yuan. And I, no longer worry, I can't take that book with me.

Mr. Watermelon usually doesn't let me into the kitchen, but always pushes me out when cooking. Recently, because of Mr. Watermelon's work, I didn't have time to cook at noon, so I was in charge of cooking. So every morning, Mr. Watermelon always gets up early, prepares my breakfast, cleans up the dishes to eat at noon, and then goes out to work. I said watermelon, you get up later, I can do it myself. Mr. Watermelon said, nothing, the water is too cold, and the detergent hurts your hands. I have done everything I can first, so you can fire it later.

Why did you marry Mr watermelon? Probably because Mr. Watermelon is very kind to me. In fact, up to now, I don't understand what people often say about like and love. I think I'm just used to Mr. Watermelon. With him around, every minute seems quiet. I am used to opening my eyes to see him every morning and saying good night before going to bed at night. Mr. Watermelon dotes on me. When he's free, he cries over and over again, watermelon, watermelon … He will answer over and over again, and then hug me.

I think, when I meet love, probably all the unpleasantness in the past is still there. Just because of the arrival of a person, I have no time to think about it anymore. Thank you, Mr watermelon.