Author's Small Theater Valentine's Day Special
My Diary: 20200214
Today, February 14th.
Valentineβs Day.
Normally, I can't.
Not even more so this year, because I want to code words.
I love codewords.
As always, after breakfast, I started typing.
In the middle, the door would be pushed open a small crack from time to time, and I could guess that there was a pair of big eyes that were flickering and peeping at the handsome guy.
I just smiled.
After all, my charm is here.
In other words, my wife has been obsessed with me since middle school, and even after so many years, it has not subsided, and she still can't control her voyeurism.
Although this matter always bothers me, I am a man with a heart.
This face is placed here, not to be seen, it is too harsh.
I don't care about her anymore, I just care about the codeword.
Every time you code words, time always flows inadvertently.
After I coded more than 200 words in such a dashing manner, I looked at the time in the lower right corner when it sounded, and it turned out that an hour had passed.
Well, it's pretty fast today.
I comfortably picked up the teacup and took a sip.
Followed by a frown.
The tea was a little cold.
Knock knock.
There was a knock on the door.
"Enter. I said as gently as I could.
"Yes. β
My wife timidly pushed the door in, still holding a pot in her hand.
"Husband, is the tea a little cold?" the wife pounded her head in annoyance, "I just looked at my phone and forgot to heat the water...... It's all my fault......"
"It's okay, just right. I slowly put down my teacup and nodded, "Good work." β
"It's not hard, it's what I'm supposed to do. My wife gave me a close look at me while heating the water, and then asked cautiously, "Husband...... Do you know what day it is?"
"Hmm. I smiled slightly, trying to retract my majesty, "Blame me for not sending you flowers?"
"Don't dare, don't dare......" The wife was shocked, spilled some hot water, and took the initiative to reprimand herself, "Husband, how can you delay your time on these boring things?"
Look at her embarrassed appearance.
I just found out.
Inadvertently.
I still exposed the majesty of the head of the family.
Scared her.
No way.
I'm always not angry.
Looking at her appearance, I am afraid that I thought that I was going to be trained again.
I hurriedly got up and patted her on the shoulder: "You clean up slowly, I'll go to the toilet." β
"Do you need to wipe the keyboard? β
"Let's wipe it, I've typed more than 200 words, quite a lot. β
"Yes. β
I strode into the bathroom, lifted the toilet lid, and did what was convenient.
There is no doubt that the whole time it was up straight.
When that was done, I went back to my study.
She was carefully cleaning the keyboard with disinfectant tissues, crevices by crevice.
I walked behind her with a smile and gently took the tissue in her hand: "Forget it, just today, I'll do it myself." β
"Ah...... she was stupid, "husband...... How can you do housework???"
"Happy Valentine's Day. β
I, laughing.
She cried.
[This story is absolutely true]
[If there are similarities, there are too many to mention] (This sentence is not original, from the latest issue of "Zhu Yi's Boring Life", it should be the original of the screenwriter Mr. Ma Xiaoce)
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By the way, I have always forgotten to say that the group number is 877827217, no red envelopes, no activities, no girls, and all sand sculptures.