For a while, I suddenly became very curious about Mr. An's usual work situation, or Mr. An's attitude towards other people besides me. I want to know how Mr. An got along with his colleagues in the company in a calm and silent manner. When his colleagues tried to explain my doubts, they waved their hands and made fun of me, saying that I was really worried too much. Because in their eyes, Mr. An is simply a perfect person. Professional, capable, calm, strong business ability, and good temper.

I said that his temper is actually a bit stinky, and sometimes he doesn't turn a tendon, which is a headache.

A buddy in their courtyard who played with him very well beautified him, saying, "That's called having personality and being principled." ”

For example, he has known him for so many years, and he has never seen him lose any temper, nor has he ever been soft on anyone. For example, this guy's self-discipline is simply not possessed by humans, he doesn't drink or smoke while driving, and he doesn't stay up late. He also said that he was alone, and he had to take good care of himself so that his family would not worry. ”

When I heard this, I was stunned, and thought to myself, thanks to Mr. An's absence now, otherwise someone will say it again: some people are not so sensible, and lo and behold, they have "taken care" of themselves to the point of perforating their stomach.

Ah, what a shame it is to say so.

After we reunited, I asked him how he had been doing in the past few years. He said he was doing well. Although I am very relieved, I am actually a little disappointed in my heart. Because I'm not like him.

I had a very bad time when I first left, busy with work, school, and taking care of my mother, and often forgot to eat the last meal, so I broke my stomach, and often died of pain when I was stimulated. In the next few years, I was very busy at work, flying all over the world, and my whole person became fragile, sensitive and irritable, as if a little spark could up into outer space.

When I stopped occasionally, I began to think about him, and when I thought of him, I forced myself to be busier and walk farther. Unlike him, he didn't lose weight at all, and even gained a little weight. Didn't get sick and didn't think about me. (This is what he said himself, I don't know, maybe he lied to me.) ）

Later, after we got married, we talked about our respective lives during this period, and Mr. An explained to me 1510, and I realized that he was really busy and fulfilling, needless to say that he lived a messy life like me.

In order to take a small revenge on Mr. An, I once went to Spain to shoot exterior locations, deliberately extended the trip to two weeks, and traveled around Spain with a few friends. When I got back to Vancouver, I grabbed Mr. Ann's ears and asked him if he wanted me this time.

He was a little angry at first, trying to pull me from behind him, but then he couldn't stand me and nodded in acknowledgement.

I said, "Oh, when you get married, you know you miss me, and you don't want to think about me at all before you get married." ”

I was really taken off my body by him this time, and Mr. An grabbed the pillow that we usually love to hold, and both of them threw it at me angrily.

"Who said they didn't want to."

"You don't tell me how I know."

I asked him, "What do you think?" ”

Mr. An knew that I was coaxing, so he perfunctory a few words to me and began to ask the teacher for guilt.

"You, a married man, let your husband stay alone in the empty house for so many days without realizing what was wrong with you?"

I said, "I realize, the next time my husband lets me stay alone in the empty room, I won't lose my temper at you for no reason." ”

The results can be imagined. Mr. An threw me directly into the guest room that time, and locked the master bedroom door before going to bed.

However, not long after that, Mr. An taught me to dry for a week, and I was also angry with him, so we can really settle this matter.

Last year, I quit my job at the Academy of Fine Arts, was busy with studio renovations, and worked as a homeless person for several months, so I ate and drank with Mr. An with peace of mind. After a long time, my colleagues around him and I became allies, going to their hospital canteen to eat, often gathering people to talk, and eventually the topic would turn around to Mr. An.

Basically, Mr. An is the foundation of the establishment of our "idle house"!

His colleagues have a strong curiosity about Mr. Ahn, and because Mr. An is my "meal ticket", in order to be able to use it for free for a longer period of time, and in order to strengthen the friendship of our "idle house" group, I also occasionally share some information about Mr. An to them.

For example, question 1 is whether Mr. An has a special desire to control the things around him.

I said, not necessarily, it depends on what it is.

Even though Mr. Ann's attitude towards me has changed 180 degrees, I have also fallen under my jaw. At present, it is manifested in the suppression of all my things, such as a strong spirit and a free body, and I don't know what the future will become. And what I am more depressed about is that Mr. An is indeed a lot more domineering now, and he is also "aggressive" at home, but he was very "sincere" to me when I was a child.

Mr. An didn't talk much when he was in school, he was timid and liked to be alone, but unexpectedly his popularity was not bad. The class gangs on the side are constantly fighting, and the war between the "Wudang Mountain Discipline Faction" and the "Beggar Gang is afraid of chaos" is not chaotic, and there is no concession. With him, a "disciplined adult" in our class, we can't fight a civil war.

I often can't see him putting on a paralyzed face, and the people around me stay away from him, or pity, pity, or disgust, only I have the audacity to make trouble with him and bully him. But I'm not that kind of majestic "earth overlord", every time I quarrel with Mr. An, I coax him more times than he coaxes me, of course, I admit my mistakes to him first more times than he admits my mistakes to me first. In addition to admitting that I was a little more vexatious than him, there was also the fact that whoever made Mr. An was very chicken in my eyes at that time. Anyway, if I am a strong person, I will inevitably be more sympathetic to the weak.

Mr. Ann is a typical Virgo man, popularly known as a perfectionist, who is not only picky but also cautious. Mr. An can't be idle, he can't see the things in his heart, you may not pay attention to yourself, he will nag you when he has the opportunity, until you can't listen to it, and he satisfies him according to his wishes.

He played this very well in our house.

Our Mr. Jia An is the director of education and the secretary of the Commission for Discipline Inspection, and he has to meddle in everything he has to do when he is not at home, and he has to meddle in everything he can see. He is not idle when he is not working at home, except for my work, he can't take care of my housework, leisure activities, to our respective living habits, he cares more about me.

Mr. Ann has a strong obsessive-compulsive disorder. All the permutations and combinations that can be seen in our house, he arranges them according to his preferences. The towels in our bathroom are always square, the hanging towels must be aligned at the four corners, and the toothbrush cups are always placed in the same direction. All items in the living room, kitchen, and bedroom should be returned to their original place after being moved. Even in my dressing room, he sometimes came to take a look, and he could compete with my shoes, hats, and cosmetics for a long time. It's messed up, he doesn't look at it and he doesn't get annoyed, and he helps tidy it up when he's in a good mood.

Our study room is very large, his books and my books are miscellaneous, Mr. An is strict in management, I have moved a few books on the shelf, he can arrange them in the original order. In advance, he thought that my books were too messy and messy, and his books were placed in his "book appearance", which affected him, and it was inconvenient for him to find books, so he deliberately drew a three-eight line with me, and he was seven and I were three. Later, I moved more and more books, and successfully seized the remaining territory of Mr. An, and became my seven and three.

I like to collect all kinds of cameras and lenses, Mr. An doesn't like famous brands, watches, he collects shoes. He has a valuable shoe rack in his own cloakroom, and there are about hundreds of pairs of slippers, sneakers, cloth shoes, running shoes, leather shoes, etc., six or seven floors from the bottom to the top. He didn't wear them often, and he didn't allow others to move them, and he cleaned them up every few months.

There are some rules that our guests have to follow, and his cloakroom, my studio, my study, and our bedroom are all not allowed to be visited. I pay more attention to privacy, I don't like to have outsiders in my personal space, and I have no intention of exposing my and his private life to others. Mr. An has many faults and rules, and if our friend is dissatisfied with our confidential work, I will put the blame on him.

However, Mr. An is strict with others, but adopts a "relaxed" policy for himself.

The things I have taken must be put in order, he has read books by himself, but the clothes he has changed are always in a mess, waiting for me to tidy up. Mr. An's life has not always been exquisite, and he often "gives up on himself" in the middle of his tie. On weekends, he couldn't afford to sleep in bed, and he woke up early to pull someone up and squeeze toothpaste for him. He didn't like me working too long, but he sometimes stayed up late playing games, and often worked on the couch or sat on the carpet watching TV.

If you want to tell these deeds to those who are close to him, it is estimated that you will have to break many double chins.

Mr. An and I may be seen separately as models of success in the eyes of others, and we are objects of envy.

My friends often say that they envy my independent and free life, and Mr. An's colleagues and friends praise and admire his professional ability, but the two of us together are easily disliked. It's a bit like two chemicals colliding together and changing their properties, I became a strict husband in the eyes of my friends, and Mr. An's image changed from a cold fan to a "Mr. Wimp" who "will tell his wife when he farts".

Speaking of which, in a way, both of us should be worthy of sympathy.

When I was young, I always felt that writing a love story with lingering entanglements was either hypocritical or hypocritical, and then I slowly felt that it was really lucky to meet such a person and be able to become a different person for each other.