After An Luo sent me home, I quickly went to look through the classmate directory. Open the binder. It turns out that this page is me. I was really curious about what was on each page. But didn't think about putting it together.

It turned out that in that young blush, there was more than a shy smiling face.

The first time I went to An Luo's house, I was shocked, there were so many portraits of me. His home is like a gallery. One of them belongs to me. I stood in that room and imagined how he would sit there and piece together me from memory in my absence.

"Lend me the computer." I saw a notebook on the desk at Anluo's house. remembered what Wen Bingchen said that he didn't let others look at his computer.

"Okay."

"How many passwords?"

"Your birthday." Anlo answered me as she brushed her teeth in the bathroom.

It turns out that the desktop wallpaper is me, so I didn't let Wen Bingchen see it? Really, why don't I even know what he likes?

I suddenly ran to the bathroom and hugged him as he brushed his teeth.

"What's wrong?" Anlo turned to me after brushing her teeth.

"Nothing, I want to shave for you." I once fantasized about being a good wife and mother, tying a tie for him every day, making breakfast, waiting for him to come home, and going to see the outside world with him during the holidays.

"Okay." He picked me up and sat down at the dressing table in the bathroom. So I can face and shave for him.

"Shall we get married?" I don't know why I said it at the time, but we didn't have a romantic confession together, and we didn't propose marriage when we got married. It's such a plain verbal expression.

"Okay." He is very handsome every time he says yes.

I woke up the next day with a ring on my hand.

"Is this a marriage proposal to me? In other TV dramas, there are very romantic marriage proposals that fall to their knees. Very touching. ”

"Didn't you propose to me yesterday morning when you were helping me shave? I think it's very romantic and touching. ”

"What?" However, when he handed over the household registration book, real estate certificate, and bank card, he said, "I may not say those beautiful love words, but my whole life is yours." ”

It was the most beautiful and intoxicating love story I have ever heard in my life.

But occasionally he's also black-bellied. When we first got together for a short time, we were often so tired that he insisted that I move in with him. But after all, I'm in the same neighborhood as my cousin, and I'd be embarrassed if he found out. In fact, it was what I was thinking about in my heart. My cousin showed affection with Bean Sprouts every day, but he didn't have time to care about me at all.

"Send me home. I've got to work tomorrow."

"I have to pick you up at your house early in the morning, my house is closer to the company, and I just happened to go to work together."

"No, what if my cousin and bean sprouts come to me and I'm not at home?"

"It's only eight o'clock, watch a movie with me and then send you home."

"Okay." As a result, he showed the horror movie I was most afraid of, knowing that I was the most afraid, and it would take a long, long time to forget after watching a horror movie. Just take a look, and I'm curious about the ending. Then after reading it, I didn't even dare to go to the bathroom, where did I dare to go home.

"Let's go, I'll take you home."

"I thought about it, I can sleep in your house. I won't go home. ”

"Alright then, I'm going to take a shower."

As soon as he left, I remembered those horrible images in my mind and immediately rushed into the bathroom.

"Want to wash it together?" I saw a smug smile on his face, but I couldn't help anyone to make me so cowardly.

One day, I happened to see a bookstore that I frequented subletting, and I thought it would be nice to hang his paintings here. And by the way, sell some comic books. The only thing I want to do is open a bookstore.

He was also very supportive.

"Then I'll go talk to Wen Bingchen tomorrow about my resignation. Can you write a resignation letter for me? ”

"Okay."

But when I saw the resignation letter on his computer later, I regretted letting him write it, because the reason he wrote the resignation was: trying to get pregnant.

After the bookstore was renovated, I asked him which paintings could be moved and which could be sold.

"You can do it, don't sell yourself and do anything else." Still, I took a portrait of myself and hung it in the store, with the words Not for Sale written next to it.

"Don't you blame me for selling your hard-earned paintings?"

"If someone is willing to buy it, it must be out of love, since it is fortunate to meet Bole, isn't it very good."

"Then let's keep some of our favorites and have an art exhibition in the future. Share the rest with others. ”

"Okay."

"And what's the name of the store?" I just couldn't think of the right name.

"It's called 'rest', a place where people can rest their minds."

"Why do I think that you have a higher literary literacy than me, a person who studies psychology but likes to draw and is a businessman in the end, than me, who has also been a teacher in the Chinese department?"

"Don't embarrass yourself too much."

He's getting darker and darker.

I love being in the bookstore, looking at the books and the people who come to see them. I'm finally on the path I love, not walking to live.

Anlo said that when he decided not to go to the Paris Academy of Arts, he thought he would never paint again, but I gave him colored pencils. He would keep going, and he said it was I who painted his dreams.

And I want to thank him for making my life colorful.