He just stood quietly outside the door, watching her cook porridge.

Since he knew that she had died, he never thought that he would be able to see her again, and the three-year wait was not for a reunion, but just for himself.

A lot of missing, a lot of missing, a lot of loneliness and memories, it's good to be alone.

Not getting married is not because you don't want to, but because you don't want to start a new life.

There is a Lan Xianshu in his life, and then he loves her, loves life with her, and has everything about her.

Then after she is gone, it really doesn't matter who it is.

But he didn't want to, didn't want the kind of life that completely disappeared from her.

If he was alone, the house would still be decorated with the same decoration as she was there, the quilt would still be her favorite pattern, the cups would still be their couple's cups, and the clothes would still be the plain long skirts she liked......

It's as if she's just gone, not permanently......

When the porridge was brought to him, she also served some sweet and sour side dishes.

If you have a supper, you can't eat too much, and you can't eat too much, her porridge will taste very light, and it will be better with some side dishes.

She sat across from him, her eyes falling on the porridge in front of him, her expression serious.

She is always like this, every time she cooks, she has such an expression, for fear that he will find it unpalatable.

The spoon stirred twice in the bowl and took a big bite under the woman's gaze.

The aroma of the chicken is overflowing.

The man squinted his eyes with extreme enjoyment, looking at the expression of the woman opposite who was a little soft, "You also go and take a bowl, it will be more delicious for two people to eat." ”

It was only when she sat across from him with the bowl that the man picked up the spoon again and drank the porridge slowly.

A small dish and a spoonful of porridge, he ate sweetly, and his face was full of satisfaction.

The man pointed to the side dishes on the plate, "Shu'er try this, the pickled cucumber is delicious and crispy." ”

She prepared all the dishes and tried them when they were served, but when the man said so, she still took one.

When you take a bite, the sour taste is overflowing, with a sweet taste, and with a bite of porridge, it is really delicious.

The man squinted and smiled, his bowl was empty.

The woman opposite looked at him fixedly as he took his last bite.

Push the bowl in front of the woman.

Needless to say, women know what it means.

The man drank three bowls of porridge at once, leaned back on the chair with a shy stomach, and looked at the woman opposite who was eating very slowly and slowly.

She swallowed the last bite of porridge, didn't stop, stood up and packed up the dishes and walked into the kitchen.

The man was still sitting there with no hint of help.

Shen Zhiqiu knew that they were repeating their previous lives.

She didn't participate in the life they had when they were together, and she didn't know how the two got along, but she knew that she relied on him and believed in him.

A mother, who is happiest in her, is not by her side, cannot share her happiness and joy......

Many times she regrets it, but she also comforts herself, really, she can never leave her when she needs her most, and I hope she can still accept her as a mommy.

The woman cleaned up the kitchen, the man sat on the chair, his eyes looked in the direction of the kitchen, and after a while, he still couldn't hold back, stood up silently, and walked over.

As soon as she reached the kitchen door, she heard the sound of vomiting, and she bent over the sink and vomited a little uncomfortable.

The man's steps quickened, and he came to her side, bent down and patted her on the back, "What's wrong?" ”