My husband is a pig. He gained more than 20 kilograms in less than a year's work, and even gained weight after drinking cold water. In college, the tall and thin figure was severely deformed and the small belly came out.

Forcing him to lose weight, he didn't want to. He always said that men have dignity if they are fatter. I said, "I like you best in college. You are thin. You move like a weak willow tree. You are so beautiful and charming when you walk. You can fly a kite by tying a rope to you in spring. " Now, my skin shakes when I walk, and I creak when I get out of bed every night. If you don't lose weight, your stomach will get bigger every day, and one day it will swell like a balloon and then float away. "He smiled, and his left ear listened to his right ear, holding my face and saying that losing weight is masochistic.

I threatened him to break up. He muttered while watching football: "Divide it. You can have everything and money. I don't want anything, as long as you don't forget to take me when you leave. "

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My husband started to lose weight under my bloody politics, and only two bowls were allowed for each meal. In order to appease him, I also accompanied him to reduce, from two bowls to one and a half bowls. He eats fast, but I eat slowly. Often, before I finish a bowl, he finishes the ration. At this time, he was sitting at the table, knocking on his job, staring at me and eating, not talking. I can't eat, and my heart is full of guilt, so I have to set aside half of my food. He said what to do while eating, but he still stared at me after eating, so I had to give him another half.

I accepted it for a week, and basically nothing changed. He gained two pounds.

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Stimulated, I decided to allow him to eat only two meals a day, and he didn't eat dinner (at noon in the company cafeteria). My husband was cruel to me and didn't sit at the table and watch me eat. Sitting in the living room, he sang plaintively with his broken gong voice: "Chinese cabbage, the field is yellow …", which made me choke in my throat.

Wake up in the middle of the night, my husband is not around. I heard something in the living room, so I went out to have a look. I saw my husband squatting in front of the refrigerator, crunching apples by the light of the refrigerator, and holding a tomato in one hand, all of which were fruits he didn't like very much. Seeing me coming out, he smiled shyly and said, "Did I wake you?"

My heart is sour. I took the tomatoes and put them back in the refrigerator. I cooked him a bowl of noodles and watched him gobble it up.

The weight loss plan had to be terminated. According to my husband, he is still growing and hungry.

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My husband is running around the company, talking to people and talking nonsense. When I got home, I was relaxed and sluggish, collapsed on the sofa, wandering outside with no light in my eyes. I often take this opportunity to bully him.

One day, while he was still sitting on the sofa, I took out a deck of cards and said, "Let's play blackjack. I will be the slap in the face. "

"What?"

"Blackjack. That is, everyone deals cards and then has more than others. " I gave myself two cards and gave him two more. Turn it over. I'm seventeen and he's ten. I explained, "Now that I have many points, I can slap you." Then I picked three cards, opened the bow left and right, and slapped him twice.

My husband said "Oh" foolishly.

I laughed myself, and everyone sent two more. This time I am older. I'll get the card back and send it again, this time it's flat. I said, "Now the points are the same, and the dealer wins." Then he gave him two slaps.

My husband became interested and asked, "When can I hit you?"

I dealt the cards, and this time he finally won. I instructed him to say, "Now that you are old, you can hit me, just like this." Then he slapped him twice and asked, "Will it?"

"yes."

"It is good to know, let's play later. I went to cook. "

When I went to the kitchen, I looked back and saw my husband gnashing his teeth there.

Six chapters of floating life

When watching TV, my husband yawned a lot. I grabbed the comb on the table and stuffed it in his mouth, and suddenly I was all sleepy.

I will never get tired of playing this game. Whenever and wherever my husband yawns, I will grab anything around me and stuff it in my mouth.

My husband complained that being with me made him stupid. I smiled and ignored him. We also tried the exquisite life described in the magazine, talking about poetry and French new wave movies. Unfortunately, my husband didn't cooperate. He would rather watch the ball. I tried several times, but my whole body was wrong and I gave up listlessly.

I will take advantage of the discount in the supermarket, and I will happily say, "Hey, I saved another $2.50."

Two people go to eat spicy food on the roadside together, and their mouths get angry. They are reluctant to let go and never eat western food, because they find a set of etiquette boring and their meat is always bloodshot.

Only pick the hottest action movies when watching movies. In the opera, the heroine opened her mouth wide on the stage, and we watched her tongue with binoculars below.

Off-topic, my husband often says,' How can a man be called a man if he doesn't stink', so he shakes his socks and says,' Smell it, relax your muscles, shake it, and be full of energy' (I found it after writing it-bah ~ ~)

Tell the magazine wrinkle nose confidently: I am vulgar!

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Once talking about the fate between people, I said, "It's terrible. You were born in Shaanxi and grew up in Gansu, while I was born in Liaoning and grew up in Inner Mongolia, thousands of miles apart. China1300 million people, but we were admitted to the same university and lived in the same dormitory. Calculate, the probability is scary. I won't see you if something happens. " Having said that, I feel a little more metaphysics in my life. Is there a mysterious force guiding us? When two circles intersect at a certain point, we meet. In other words, everything is just an accident.

My husband pushed my head and laughed at my paranoia. I thought about it myself, and then casually said, "Even without you, I will meet someone else, maybe he is better than you."

1 of "pa", the sentimental and grateful atmosphere disappeared. I stared at him in dismay. I'm still there, moved by Mo Ran, and I'm going to fight for this feeling all my life.

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But when the husband is also emotional, the probability of appearance is similar to that of Halley's comet.

At the end of the last semester of freshman year, we both obviously felt that kind of attraction, but we were both reserved and afraid to take a step forward. Occasionally, my eyes meet, my heart is surging, but my face is still as if nothing happened.

During the winter vacation, he went home and I stayed at school.

Made a few phone calls, and the tone was faint. Two people holding a microphone in a daze, don't know what to say, reluctant to put down.

At the end of the winter vacation, I went out to pick him up at midnight. There was no bus or CMB, so I couldn't bear to take a taxi, so I walked for more than two hours and nearly 30 miles to the railway station.

Seeing him coming towards me from the exit, I suddenly felt very shy, smiled and said nothing. Afraid of seeing the blush on his face, he always turns his head 45 degrees and gives it to the back of his head.

The husband is also awkward, barely saying a few words, stuttering, unable to express words. Taking a taxi back to school, in the dark, he suddenly reached out and touched my head and whispered, "Little boy, did you miss me?"

For an instant, my eyes were sour and I wanted to cry and laugh.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, the empty street, the three-mile road and the cold wind are all worth it.

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I read a lot of books, full of romantic reasoning, fantastic documentary and erotic. Even the novels of the old society in the 1920s and 1930s can be read with relish. From the Scholars to the officialdom in Appearance, and all kinds of records later in the name of social novels, the structure is so loose that even the theme is not unified, and they are casually told to others like chatting. In my husband's words, it is "just looking at garbage".

I often recommend it to him and explain to him where this book is innovative and outdated. My husband, like most boys, is dismissive of things that are too sensitive and delicate, and even more insensitive to Qiong Yao.

I don't like it either I think it's very tolerant, but I just can't read Qiong Yao's novels. I think her story is too divorced from reality and naive. However, there is still a saying in my heart, "I have no time to participate in your past, and I will not miss your future again." Literary accent makes people feel melodramatic. When I first saw it, my teeth were cold and my scalp was numb.

I didn't understand until I met my husband. This mentality does exist, and it was written by Qiong Yao.

To sum up, it is nothing more than four words: meet each other late.

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In June this year, my husband and I went to his hometown Tianshui as classmates.

As soon as I got off the train, I felt a familiar and strange feeling about the city. Blue sky, land, people and tall buildings all seem to be contaminated with the breath of their husbands. Because a person loves a city.

But there is also an inexplicable jealousy in my heart. When we met at the age of twenty, the previous days were blank. He doesn't know that there is another me in this world.

His smile, his tears, his success and his failure were all witnessed by others, but I didn't share them, so I was jealous.

If only we could meet earlier!

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We talked about death.

Now young and strong, alive and kicking every day, can't wait to meet new people and things. Death is still too far away.

Occasionally I think of the scene 50 years later. Two white-haired old people support each other, live alone and are full of expectations. Old people are not cute, but they can be cute.

For me, the biggest threat to death is: people die like lights out, ignorance, and I haven't seen enough of my husband. I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid I can't love him like this after I die.

So I said to my husband, "We will live together until we are very old, too old to walk. Then we put on clean clothes and lie on the bed hand in hand. I said' death' and we died together. "

My husband kissed me and said nothing. I don't know if he wants to.