Every time my husband goes on a business trip, I feel sad for a long time, and it takes me several days to get used to being away from him. A person wanders in a deserted room, a person has to survive such a long night, and even the starry night sky in the past suddenly becomes lonely, and only memories can be played in the mind like scenes from a movie. During that long period of falling in love, my husband and I went through a lot to get where we are today, and those promises that were scattered in the wind and rain seemed to echo in our ears again.
In my sophomore year, I met him in a dance club. He was the kind of guy who started running as soon as he could walk. Because he has a good appearance and a good figure, he actually deceived the teacher and joined our dance team. Looking at his dancing arrogance, no one believed that he was actually a hollow carrot who had not even learned three steps or four steps, so they asked him to conspire. If you succeed, you will take the lead as soon as you come and join me in the pas de deux "Three Hundred and Sixty-five Miles". This time he couldn't hold it back anymore. His horrible dancing like a football goalkeeper made people angry when he saw it. He moved his arms like he was swatting mosquitoes. The teacher was so angry that he yelled at him that he had no artistic ability. He was quite modest and never talked back. I just thought he was funny at the time.
Later, when I had nothing to do, I just wanted to give him some guidance. He studied very seriously, and his serious attitude made me want to laugh just looking at him. Rehearsals were usually in the evening, and after each rehearsal he would insist on escorting me back to the dormitory. We always argued about various points of view along the way. He is not good at words, but he has a clear stance and strong fighting spirit. Sometimes I deliberately make him angry, and I will choke him with fallacies one after another. He used his stupid strength to lift me up so high that he wouldn't put me down, forcing me to admit defeat, so I had no choice but to surrender.
Gradually, I grew from looking forward to rehearsing to looking forward to meeting him. One day when it rained, he took me back to the dormitory under an umbrella. The wind was very strong, and before I knew it, his arm was put on my shoulders, and a warm feeling spread throughout my body. I just leaned in his arms like a little bird, just enjoying myself. I didn't hear anything he said later.
We fell in love in the days to come, and like all lovers, we experienced sweetness, anxiety, lovesickness and lingering. I thought we would always be so sweet, but something unfortunate happened. I broke one of my legs during a rehearsal and had to put it in a cast. He was full of self-blame for this. The pas de deux he and I had to urgently find an alternate because of my withdrawal, and he had no time to come see me because of rehearsals with his new partner. At that time, my mood suddenly hit rock bottom, especially when I saw that he was getting more and more cooperative with his new partner, I suddenly felt that I was a redundant and useless person. I couldn't stand the feeling of being left out, so I broke up with him. He immediately asked the dance teacher to withdraw from the competition. I was stunned that he was willing to give up such a rare competition for me. Finally, he promised me to continue rehearsing well and try to spend as much time with me as possible.
Every day he would take me to class on his bicycle, carry me up and down the stairs, and buy me meals and groceries. Our feelings are stronger than before. We were still friends with each other until we graduated from college. His internship was at a ministry-level unit in Beijing. Due to his outstanding performance, he stayed after graduation. During this period, he refused countless well-intentioned people's advice and various material temptations. Without hesitation, he and I obtained our marriage certificates the day after graduation. He said this was a man's responsibility.
After we got married, I came to Beijing with him. Our finances were very tight and we rented a small house in the basement near our work unit. There were no "big items" in the house. But every day after get off work we would buy groceries and cook together, and our little life was very warm. Two years later, we finally saved some money and moved into a more spacious house. We purchased furniture and appliances piece by piece, and our life became more and more stylish.
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