[RO]What The Snowflakes Remember

On our wedding day, my new husband told me that he had a crush on someone he had been in love with for a long time, so he wouldn't touch me. We should just make do with each other.

When he said this, he looked at me with a desperate and cold look: "How long do we have to live in such a compromising way?"

I met him when I was 27. Later I found out that he came to the blind date out of spite at his family.

It took less than two months from the time we met to the time we got married.

When I was 25, I told myself that if I didn’t marry for love before I was 27, I would decisively marry the richest person I could afford.

I didn't do that because I met a man named Julian.

He is good-looking and quiet, and his personality is not very cheerful or humorous.

But we got along surprisingly well, especially his smile, which was irresistibly attractive to me. It wasn't love at first sight, but at least I was very satisfied with this blind date.

I clasp my fingers together in my heart and thank God for letting me meet the male protagonist at this age.

Corner, and the eight characters are compatible.

So I gave up my sponsor and married him.

Before we got married, we spent some time together, and I imagined, hoped, and thought that love

It came into my life like this at lightning speed.

But I was wrong.

He was extremely drunk on the wedding day and vomited all over the place in the bathroom.

When he came out, I was standing at the door with a glass of water.

Without even a glance, he staggered towards the living room and leaned against

The sofa was curled up on the ground.

I followed him, put the water on the table, and asked him if he felt uncomfortable, but he didn't respond.

I reached out to help him sit up, but he refused. Then he slowly raised his head and

Looking at me with cold and desperate eyes, he said, "How long will life last?

Wait?"

I was stunned for a moment, laughed at him for being really drunk, and tried to help him up again.

He broke free from my hand, took a long breath and said, "I want to be alone, you go to sleep first.

"The wedding night was particularly long, and Julian did not make any movement in the living room.

I was alone in the huge room, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. I opened the bedroom window and thought

Get some fresh air.

The autumn nights are already very cold——

In the light, I watched the yellow leaves falling with the wind, leaving the bare and dry

The branches still lean sideways in the air...

How long will life have to be compromised?

I always feel that we have a good understanding with each other, for example, when we first met, we

I drank grape soda, and I acquiesced to the fact that there was no passionate love as the foundation of my marriage.

You can also be very happy.

It turned out that he did not compromise, and the emotions he had been suppressing still broke out. He did like

Or maybe he just drank too much today...

But I couldn't help but feel scared.

When he woke up in the morning and walked out of the bedroom door, he found that breakfast was already prepared on the dining table, and he

Sitting there quietly, it seemed like I was waiting for a long time.

I smiled and walked over -

He told me that he didn't plan to have children in the near future, told me that he was on the early morning shift, and told me that he would

Ban didn't need to wait for him to eat, and told me to go to bed when I was tired at night and not to leave the light on for him...

I interrupted him and asked, "Do you have someone you like?" He looked up at me and said, "Yes."

I was stunned for a moment, but not too surprised, and said, "I'll give you some time."

He didn't reply, but lowered his head to eat breakfast...

Sometimes I would stand in front of the mirror and think that even if I am not stunning, I still have some good looks.

Sex is something you can talk about, but then you tell yourself, forget it, don’t force it if it’s not destined to happen.

Anyway, no one is urging me to get married now. If I say "I have my own plans", no one will ask me anymore.

Well, I live a peaceful life.

Apart from working in school and handling some things, the rest of the time is very free.

I usually have lunch at school and cook dinner at home after get off work.

He often comes home late, and I don't know where he is or what he is doing, but

Occasionally I would send him a few messages to ask if he had eaten and if his work was going well.

Ask him when he can accompany me to my parents' house for dinner.

He responded to most of the messages and did everything I asked him to do.

Sometimes I feel awkward, and sometimes I feel like our relationship is right.

often……

After dinner, I would go downstairs alone and take a walk in the community garden.

When the weather is nice, there will be a lot of people coming out to play, and some people will sing a few songs before 10 o'clock.

Singing, playing guitar or other instruments, very serious and leisurely, I often listen to

I didn’t leave until the last song. At my childhood friend’s birthday party, she asked me how sweet my life was with such a high-quality man.

Her mouth opened in surprise, then she patted my shoulder and told me not to joke.

I smiled and changed the subject.

When I got home, I asked him under the influence of alcohol: "You married me and then wasted me, how could you

Do you have a clear conscience for delaying me? Why am I so unlucky?"

He said, "It's the same as marrying someone you don't love."

I was so useless that I let the tears flow freely on my face. He went to the kitchen and made me some hangover soup.

When it was brought to me, I pushed it away and it spilled all over him.

I smiled and said to him, "Come on, get angry at me, don't be like a dead person every day.

Sample!"

He still didn't show any emotion. I sat on the floor leaning against the sofa like he did that day.

I didn't know when I dozed off, and in my subconscious I felt someone holding me.

On to the bed.

I am not drunk, nor am I asleep, I can feel the warmth in his arms and the gentle kiss of his nose.

He paused, but it was very brief, very brief. He closed the door quietly and walked out.

I didn't see him the next morning. There were fried eggs and bread on the table, and the rice was warm in the rice cooker.

Some porridge...

In the past 27 years, my life has not been without a touch of love, but I am tired of the weak emotions and the overflowing half-true and half-false vows.

But I believe in fate, and I believe I will meet a gentle person.

The facts stopped me from daydreaming. I chewed the rice porridge and thought to myself: If possible, I think I should forgive and bless him and her. I consider myself unlucky to encounter such a thing at this age.

On the day of the winter solstice, my mother-in-law asked me to go to her house with him to eat dumplings. I couldn't refuse, so he told me he would pick me up after get off work.

It's nothing new. We work together like a loving newlywed couple.

At the dinner table, his mother-in-law asked him when he planned to have a child. He replied without hesitation, "We have our own plans. Don't worry about us."

The conversation at the dinner table was very pleasant and both parents were very happy. They said that when they were about to go back, they realized that it was snowing outside.

A thin layer of snow had already accumulated on the ground, and the road was slippery. It was night, and my parents-in-law were worried about our safety and insisted that we stay overnight before leaving...

That was the first time he and I lay on the same bed. After taking a shower, I wrapped myself in a bathrobe and leaned on the bed. He went into the bathroom and listened to the running water.

I was a little nervous when I heard the sound.

He blew his hair and sat down on my left side naturally, leaning against the bed and playing with his phone.

I also kept tapping the screen of my phone.

After a while, he asked me, "Can you turn off the lights?"

I said, "Okay."

The two of them just lay there quietly...

That day, I don’t know what got me crazy but I broke the long silence.

I asked him, "What do you think of me?"

"Which aspect do you mean?"

"Hue."

"It's pretty."

"So, do you have a problem with that?"

He chuckled twice and said nothing.

I continued to attack: "If I take the initiative, you will still remain a gentleman.

"I can't promise, you are my legal wife, as long as we are alive, I will do anything.

"It's too much."

He paused, then said, "I don't touch you because I'm afraid that when I do it with you,

She's still in my mind."

My heart suddenly calmed down, and I asked him, "You're going to abandon me sooner or later, right?"

"No." His tone was unrecognizable.

"Do you know how ridiculous you are?"

He said calmly: "You like to make do so much, which is just right for me. If I can't marry her, I will marry you.

It’s the best choice.”

"Why do you always say such hurtful things so casually?"

"Because you married me so casually."

……

Although I haven't met many people like him, I think people who are so steadfast and restrained like him are

Probably not many.

But is he a good person? Probably not, at least not in my opinion.

He is just true to his heart and not so frivolous, but he is so hypocritical,

Hypocrisy...

He dropped me off at school that morning, and when we got out of the car, he asked if I wanted to go home with him after get off work. Still reeling from last night's events, I decisively said no, but he came to pick me up anyway.

Looking at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, I still got into his car.

The snow was pressed onto the road by the tires and froze into smooth and slippery blocks, so the car could only move slowly.

Move forward...

I sat in the passenger seat, feeling drowsy with the warm air blowing.

He suddenly asked me, "You have good conditions in all aspects, why did you come to meet me?

relative?"

"Then why did you——" No need to think about it, he must have been forced into a desperate situation.

I sat up straight and began to speak at length:

"What's wrong with blind dates? We can see if we are compatible and if we can talk to each other.

It's all done with a purpose, and it's all quite pure.

He snorted softly

"What are you humming? Am I wrong? Sometimes you have to believe in fate.

A lot of blind dates are no worse than a love affair that ends in failure."

"You've never been in love, have you?"

"..." I replied in a daze, "How is that possible?" "Then are you satisfied with the result of this blind date?"

I was quite satisfied. After all, I had never suffered any substantial harm until later.

He began to infiltrate my life little by little...

Christmas Eve, the office was very lively. I distributed the apples given by the students to the old teachers.

division.

Professor Davis asked me, "What does Julian do for a living? He is so busy, young couples are

We're going on our honeymoon, and winter vacation is coming soon, so we definitely need to make up for it!"

I coped with it "well", but my heart was filled with confusion and helplessness...

When I got to the parking lot, I remembered that I had just sent my car for maintenance this afternoon, so I had to take the bus home.

I was free and wanted to eat hawthorn, so I went to the back street of the school to buy some candy.

Fried hawthorn.

Because it was Christmas Eve, the school was much busier than usual, with many people selling flowers.

The vendor selling apples...

I glanced over quickly and walked towards the bus stop with a bag of sugar-roasted hawthorns and a bag of chestnuts.

It was getting dark earlier and earlier, and a few cold crystals fell on my hands...

It was snowing, the streetlights in the old neighborhood were emitting a dim light, snowflakes were passing through the beams, and I

I stopped involuntarily and admired the snow... Beep--

"Lillian, why don't you go home?"

I turned to look at the source of the sound and saw Julian sticking his head out of the car window.

Seeing that I didn't respond, he hurriedly got out of the car, walked up to me, and took the thing from my hand.

Xi brushed the snow off my head and pulled me to the passenger seat.

"Why didn't you drive?"

"It's been maintained."

"Why didn't you call me?"

"I'm supposed to expect someone to pick me up when he doesn't come home for dinner?"

"Oh-"

"why are you laughing?"

"So you can be sarcastic too."

I paused, nibbled the candied skin off a hawthorn, and ignored him.

I don't know when he returned home and prepared the meal.

He told me that the food would be heated up soon. I nodded and sat on the sofa to peel chestnuts. I asked him why he came back so early today. He said that there was nothing to do in the department, so he left work early.

He said he learned how to make this pumpkin paste recently and asked me if it tasted good.

I nodded and asked him if he could teach me. He said, "If you beg me, I will teach you.

I looked up at him and smiled in surprise. He smiled too. He seemed to be in a good mood today.

The atmosphere is unusually warm.

I went into the kitchen to wash the dishes, and he said he would do it for me today. I was confused but didn't say anything.

Let's sit back on the sofa and watch TV.

After he finished cleaning up, he came over and handed me a big, red apple.

"Peace Apple."

The apples had been washed and there were still a few water droplets hanging on them.

I took it and asked him, "Why are you so attentive today?"

He said, "Today is Christmas Eve."

"You're thinking of me on Christmas Eve? You shouldn't—"

"No matter how much of a scumbag I am, I hope you can be safe."

I smiled and asked him if he had any more. He pointed to the kitchen and asked me, "Is he still hungry after dinner?"

Can I eat two?"

I ignored him and went into the kitchen to pick out a big red apple, but it was still a little inferior to the one I had.

I scrubbed it carefully, then walked over like him and handed it to him: "I wish you peace too."

There is no more, and I don’t want to break the only remaining feeling of home, so I still occupy the four-meter double bed room alone, and he still plays the role of Xiao Julian next door.

Life must go on. We can't have no intersections forever. What made our relationship warm up was probably due to his stomach problem...

I had three days off for New Year's Day. I went shopping after get off work before going home. When I walked in, I saw a pair of men's leather shoes neatly placed on the shoe-changing mat.

I was wondering why he came home so early today, when I turned around and found him leaning on the sofa with his head tilted to one side and his face pale.

I hurried over to ask him what was wrong, and he replied weakly, "My stomach feels a little uncomfortable."

He's in so much pain he's breaking into a sweat, and you still say it's just a little? I muttered, letting him put his arm around my shoulders. I helped him downstairs, then drove him to the hospital.

It was acute gastroenteritis caused by irregular work and rest and excessive drinking. The doctor said he needed to recuperate in the hospital for a period of time. I helped him with the admission procedures and sat by his bed to help him with the IV drip.

"You drank so much that your stomach is about to bleed. Why do you torture yourself like this?" He was as weak as a sheep and could not utter any harsh words.

He said he wouldn't do it again and thanked me.

He is so well behaved that people can't bear to scold him anymore.

I asked him, "The doctor said you can't eat anything today, and you can only eat liquid food starting tomorrow.

What do you want to eat?

"Anything is fine."

"Okay, go to sleep. If you feel uncomfortable, tell me. I'm here."

"Okay." He said, "Lillian——"

Before he could finish those three words, I said, "Don't say thank you to me.

Don’t torture yourself anymore.”

He moved the corners of his mouth, and I wasn't sure if it was a smile.

I bought him porridge for three days, and he told me about the interesting things he had done in the past for three days.

On the fourth day, I went to work as usual. The school was not very busy, so I would go to

I was with him, and his parents and friends came over and praised me for being a good wife...

More than a week has passed, and I feel tortured carrying the same white porridge that I have always eaten.

I am also unworthy of the title of a good wife. Suddenly I thought of the pumpkin drink he gave me on Christmas Eve.

So I ran to the ward and asked him to explain the steps to me, and then I rushed to the hospital with confidence.

When I got home, I walked into the kitchen and looked at the ingredients in front of me. I didn’t know how to start.

After a while, it was half past ten before I finally called him via video.

He gave me instructions carefully: first peel the pumpkin, then steam it in a steamer for 15 minutes.

Take it out, put it in another pot, add a bowl of water...

As he talked, I was busy operating the machine.

He would frown and tell me that the pumpkin was too big, and he would be more anxious than me to say

Okay, turn down the heat quickly, and tell me to be careful not to burn myself, and watch me make a mess.

The messy kitchen laughed out loud...

I held my chin and watched him taste my achievements with anticipation.

He smiled and said, "Lillian, you are quite talented, although your kitchen is a little

Every time I went to see him in the ward, he would find something to talk to me about.

We are like old friends who have known each other for many years. Although it is a bit mean, sometimes I still

I will be thankful for his sudden stomach disease this time, as if because of this, I have the opportunity

Seeing him chatting with me obediently...

He stayed in the hospital for more than half a month, eating liquid food every day, and even though he didn't exercise much, he still

I have lost a lot of weight.

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, he looked at me seriously, pinched my face and said, "Thank you,

Lillian. "In the days that followed, I was still alone in the empty house, and I felt that those days

It was just a dream I had...

But there's really nothing I can do. I can't just throw a tantrum and curse him in the street. Has his conscience been eaten by dogs?

Asked why he was so hot and cold?

Have a big fight with him, and then divorce him if it doesn't work out?

That way, she wouldn't be Lillian anymore...

Ask him what gift he would like to receive.

He said he wanted to go home for his birthday, so let's have lunch with him at home today.

I replied, “Okay, I’ll take care of it.”

I usually take care of it at school, but today I suddenly went home and I felt a little happy.

Not everything goes smoothly. I rear-ended a middle-aged female driver who had a bad temper.

I was indeed at fault, but not entirely. Both cars had scratches. The woman got out of the car.

Pointing fingers and making me pay money.

As soon as I started to reason with her, she started to curse. I was frozen in place for a moment.

A crowd of people watched.

The woman had a helper in the car, who yelled as if to let the whole world hear: "Rear-end, you have to

Take full responsibility! If you can't drive, don't drive! "People around me were talking about it. I couldn't stand it anymore and was about to pay and leave.

The voice came over——

"Move aside, move aside."

He pushed through the crowd of onlookers, walked up to me, looked me up and down, and asked:

"Are you okay?"

I nodded in surprise, and then he pulled me behind him and said to the two women

The man said, "I am his husband, tell me what you have to say."

Julian seemed to have fallen from the sky, and I was dazed as I looked at his thin yet powerful back.

I couldn't hear what he was saying to them, nor could I see the looks from the people around him.

Light.

But at that moment, I seemed to be afraid of nothing...

After Julian dealt with the problem, he had the car towed away for repair and led me into his car.

"Lillian, if you have any problems, just call me. Don't be like a stray cat, pitiful.

stood in the middle of a group of people and was bullied."

"hold head high."

He didn't say anything else. The bare trees beside the road quickly disappeared from my sight. I turned my head.

Looking at him, she said, "I'm sorry. It's your birthday today, and you're here to clean up my mess."

"Stop talking." He frowned a little angrily.

While waiting at the red light, he called me: "Lillian——"

He rubbed his face with the hand on the car window, and seemed to be about to say something but stopped himself.

We found a random restaurant and had dinner.

I ordered a cake for him and handed him a gift bag, which contained a camel-colored tweed coat.

coat, and a grey scarf I knitted.

He laughed and said, "How can I return the favor?"

"Just be nice to me."

He was quite happy and probably didn't bother to figure out the underlying meaning of my words.

We had a very happy meal.

In the evening, he celebrated his birthday with his friends, and I happened to be out attending a friend's reception.

Wind Banquet.