The place where we eat is still the farmhouse restaurant in the neighborhood. There were a lot of people today, and there were two big tables, and the curator really didn't sit with me, we each had a table.

After seeing that the curator got up and said a word of thanks to everyone, he raised his glass and toasted everyone's first glass of wine. And then I started and started picking out what I liked! They drank theirs, and I ate mine.

I had already eaten enough, and I sat helplessly for two hours, but they had no intention of ending. I got up and walked out of the restaurant, going out to breathe, the smell of tobacco and alcohol in the house was too big!

I was walking around the courtyard of the restaurant, and I felt really bored! Somehow, the figure of the officer flashed in my mind, and I was alone in the corner in a daze......

Suddenly, a voice said to me, "I'll send you home in half an hour!" It turned out to be the curator, and I said, "Great!" He said, "Don't leave my sight for too long!" I looked at his burgundy cheeks and said, "Got it!"

Shortly after he left, I entered the private room again. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol in the room really made me uncomfortable! At this time, a quarrel was going on in front of my eyes.

The heroes and heroines are none other than the curator and the 30-year-old woman. The woman stopped crying when she saw me come in, but glared at me fiercely and threw a cup on the ground in my direction. I was scared, I was really scared, and I saw that the curator immediately came to me, looked at me carefully, and said, "Are you okay?"

At this time, I was also a little annoyed, and said to the woman: Are you sick? Have I offended you? Have I provoked you? I saw that the woman was crying even more sadly! I didn't understand what the situation was, but I was really a little aggrieved......

I sat down and ignored the rights and wrongs of the table. But this is right and wrong, but it seems to have something to do with me......

I heard the curator say, "My Fair Lady, Gentleman." The woman cried again...... The curator looked at me, I pointed to my watch, he nodded, and said, "Let's be here today!"

Then, the dinner ended in an awkward atmosphere.

The curator sent me home, but there was one more person in the car, and it was the woman who had quarreled with him. I was still sitting in the back, but the woman was sitting in the passenger seat.

I seem to understand something...... I guess it's a feud between him and her! He still looks at me in the mirror, but I don't look at him.

The car was full of alcohol, and I left the windows open. Suddenly, the woman wanted to throw up, he immediately stopped, and the woman threw up when she got out of the car. I didn't get out of the car, I didn't even pretend I didn't see it.

After a while, set off again. But as soon as the car drove not far away, the woman was about to vomit again, stop again, get out of the car, and get in the car again. This was repeated three times, and I couldn't bear it anymore and got out of the car and stopped a taxi. He shouted at me, but I didn't look back, got in the car, and drove away!

The next day, he still picked me up on time to go to work, the car was quiet, and no one spoke. I still looked out the window, he still looked in the mirror, and I stopped looking at him. I don't know if I'm angry or wronged, but I didn't pay attention to anyone along the way......

Suddenly, a loud bang brought my mind back to reality. I asked repeatedly, "What's wrong?" He didn't speak, got out of the car and looked at the car carefully, and it turned out that it had collided with a tricycle parked on the side of the road. I didn't get out of the car, and when I saw that he gave the tricycle owner a few hundred yuan, he got into the car. I could see the anger on his face, and he continued to drive silently until he reached the museum.

When I got to the museum, I got out of the car, and out of curiosity, I took a closer look at the car. Oh my God! A long, deep scratch ran through the car. I thought: I should comfort him, but I don't know how.

When I entered the museum, he ignored me, and I walked up to him and said, "I'm sorry!" He looked at me with fierce eyes and said, "What are you wrong?" I have never seen him look so fierce, and I was a little scared and ready to leave. I just heard him say, "What's wrong with you?" I said aggrievedly: I just want to say sorry to you, what did you say I was wrong? I don't know! I looked at him aggrievedly, tears already rolling in my eyes......

He said: Do you know how worried I was when you took a taxi by yourself last night, I didn't read the license plate number of the taxi at all? I didn't sleep much all night when I was worried! You said you were wrong? When I heard him say this, tears fell down my eyes. He went on to say: "You think how the car hit just now, I was angry and deliberately hit it!" Your little temper is really stubborn, you don't ask me about last night's incident all the way, you don't talk to me, you don't even look at me, I'm really angry!

At this point, I had something to say to him, but I didn't know what to say, so I had to keep silent......

He asked me again: Are you wrong? I cried and said aggrievedly: Why was I inexplicably smashed by someone? Was it wrong for me to be angry? I didn't get home at 11 o'clock last night, and I was afraid that my parents would worry, was it wrong for me to take a taxi? Is it wrong?

I felt wronged, and I cried loudly...... He hugged me tightly and said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, it's all my fault!" I shouldn't have murdered you! I was so worried last night, I blamed myself for ignoring you, why didn't I stop you! I blamed myself all night......

I still didn't stop crying, I felt wronged and didn't want to hear what he said...... I broke free from his embrace and ran out of the office. But when I went out and ran with my head down, I bumped into someone, and I said sorry when I was unhappy, and I didn't raise my head and continued walking. But someone behind me grabbed my arm and said, "What's wrong with you?" Are you crying? I suddenly turned around, and it turned out to be an officer!

I couldn't hold back my emotions any longer, and snuggled up to his shoulder and cried! He didn't hug me, after all, it was a military uniform, but I could feel his heart beating faster. He said, "Don't cry!" I will be sad if I cry again! I looked up at him, his eyes were full of warmth, and I said, "I'll go and wash!" and turned away......

I went into the bathroom, and I was already crying in the mirror, and the tears of grievance fell one by one. I heard the sound of the bathroom door being locked, and I quickly pushed the door to see what was going on, and it turned out to be the curator!

I was surprised and asked, "Why did you come in?" He didn't say anything, just hugged me tightly in his arms......

I said, "You're hurting me!" He let go of his arm and still didn't let go. I also seemed to enjoy the hug and unconsciously put my hand around his waist. He said, "It's all my fault?" I shouldn't have had the courage to say that I like you in front of everyone yesterday! Otherwise, you won't be wronged! It's all my fault!

Hearing him say this, I wanted to break free from his embrace, but I was hugged tighter by him. I said, "I don't like you!" He said to me very seriously, "Say it again!" I said, "Say it again ten times!" I don't ...... Before I could finish, his mouth was already gagged in mine. I couldn't resist accepting his kiss, he was so tender...... I can't refuse......

I don't know how long later, there was a knock on the door outside. We suddenly realized, looked at each other, and smiled embarrassedly! He said, "I'll go out first, and you'll come out later." But as soon as he went out, I heard a conversation outside!

Oh my God! How did I forget him? I blamed myself! I was going to push the door out, but what was good when I saw him? If he asked me why I was crying, what should I say? I really can't think of what to say......

I decided to push the door and go out, no matter what he said, I just didn't answer. When I went out, he was at the door of the bathroom, still looking at me with those warm eyes...... He said, "It's time for me to go!" I'm relieved to see you're okay!

I asked myself, what was wrong with me? How could I feel like I didn't want him to go? I ran out of the hall and looked at him, and he turned around and waved at me......

I turned to enter the museum and saw the curator behind me, and I walked away with my head down, avoiding his eyes......

When he got off work, he took the initiative to say, "Sit in the front!" I didn't hear it, but I still sat in the back. He got out of the car and came to the back door and said to me, "Sit in the front!" I said, "I don't!" He opened the car door and reached out to hug me. I see this situation, so I'd better get out of the car by myself, in case it is not good for others to see it......

It was the first time I had sat in the front, and I turned my head to look out the window. But how could it be? He took my hand, it was so tight, I couldn't shake it off!

He said, "Don't move, I'm driving, it's dangerous!" And he held my hand and drove all the way to my house. I said, "Why did you stop before you got home?"

He stopped the car and even the lights went out. Once again, he hugged me tightly in his arms, and I tried to break free, but I couldn't. It was so tight that we could each hear each other's breathing. He looked at me fiercely, and that look scared me. He said, "You make me fall in love." Before I could speak, his lips were already on my face. He kissed my cheek...... Ear...... Lip...... His affection leaves me with nowhere to run......

Suddenly, his phone rang, interrupting our heat, and I took a tissue and wiped my face. There was a woman's voice on the other end of the phone, saying that it was a divorce or something, and there was also a problem with child support. I was so angry and regretted the kiss that I got out of the car, slammed the door shut, and walked home alone......

Along the way, I wondered if I had just gone crazy, how could it be like that...... It's time for me to reflect, and I've decided to take time off tomorrow and not go to work.

The next morning, I told my mother that I was a little unwell and couldn't go to work today, and asked my mother to call the curator to ask for leave. Mom heard that I was sick, so I was so nervous!(I thought to myself: Mom, I'm fine, tease you!)

Thinking about not having to face those two men today, I suddenly felt a lot more relaxed......