In recent days, I have worked overtime with my colleagues due to work.
is not uncommon for every time I work overtime alone and don’t eat dinner.
But this time, a bowl of egg noodles sent by my colleague’s wife almost made me cry on the spot.
I have always been a person who is good at self-digesting negative emotions and rarely tell my unhappy things to my friends.
is more formal, and the word "strong" is enough to summarize.
So, many friends said that I lived heartlessly, and nothing seemed to arouse my sadness or anger.
Whenever I hear this kind of comment, I smile slightly and ignore it. I don’t know when the state of
started, but as working hours increase, it becomes more and more intense.
It seems that I have long been used to being alone to fighting against the big monster of life.
Therefore, in the years since I graduated from work, no girl has ever been able to enter my heart.
I often sing about the freedom of the loveless person, but I didn't expect that a simple bowl of egg noodles would easily tear open the so-called independent appearance, and defeat the heart that yearned for freedom and was unwilling to be bound by others.
The few people who worked overtime until eight or nine o'clock were already hungry.
Snacks to satisfy your hunger? It’s all men’s offices, how could there be snacks?
At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps came from far and near.
is the wife of a colleague.
She put the rice cooker she was holding on her desk and opened it - egg noodles.
At that moment, spring was warm and flowers were blooming, sunshine, and spring breeze was ten miles... I think it is not an exaggeration to use the best words in the world to describe this moment.
We rushed to hold the noodles in the pot, but saw the colleague's wife take out a coat from her bag and gently put it on for her colleague.
I was stunned for a moment, stopped chopsticks, and glanced at the coat on my body.
The temperature difference between day and night in the past few days is large. I have had the foresight, so I brought a coat when I worked overtime, while my colleague just wore a short-sleeved shirt.
I came to my senses, looked at the steaming noodles in the bowl and the golden fried egg, and suddenly I understood why my colleague was so confident.
Because of him, there is someone who loves him!
At that moment, strange emotions surged from the bottom of my heart:
Why are I used to being hungry, why are I used to bringing a coat, and even going out on sunny days, and I am used to bringing an umbrella.
If I don’t get used to it, no one will deliver food when I’m hungry; if I can only be frozen when it’s cold; if it’s raining, I can only wait until the rain stops.
I often sing about lovelessness and praise freedom, but when someone is loved, my eyes look at them.
also met another good colleague during a private dinner and burst into tears due to work pressure.
Just as we were at a loss, his wife stood up and took him into her arms. She was in his ear, murmuring comforting words softly, caressing her messy hair gently, and gently caressing her messy hair for him.
Perhaps, this is the lover.
That quiet heart started beating again.
Thinking about it this way, the life of two people together is pretty good. Maybe now, I should take off my own defenses and show more emotions, and stop stubbornly relying on myself to digest emotions.
So, let me make a gust of wind,
has the courage and fearlessness when facing the big monsters in life;
has the tenderness when facing her.
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