Recall the most romantic thing

7 years old: and I have the same text is also 7-year-old village, large people often joke - let Man to marry me in future wife. Once, the father working outside the text message after he came back to an apple. I sat ridge, Culture, he ate one, gave me a bite. I asked him why he so good to me, he said: "In the future I am going to marry you as a wife!"

17 years old: the school is far away from home, we bring food to eat at noon. My lunch box there is only vegetables, potatoes, text boxes are always transform the pattern - poached, braised pork, braised fish - eat half, he would dish folder to my lunch box, saying he could not eat, you eat! Anyway, have wasted not eating, I eat peace of mind. Later, once, to hear him nagging mother and teacher: "You see this child with so many meals at noon, go home hungry said ... ..."

22 years old: There is no reason to love with the Yi. On my birthday, I invited some friends to eat, but also asked him to. He promised to come, the results did not come. I suddenly feel depressed a lot. When back at school in the vicinity of the tea, I saw him and hugged a girl like little bird sitting, also affectionately spring fed with fruit ... ... deep, Fallen is independent.

27 years old: the text always about me to dinner, eat up the crayfish. I meekly at the table, watching him carefully stripped of shrimp, carefully tilt the fingers covered with lobster sauce, will be rosy and plump, delicious lobster meat into my mouth. His focus on the look to my heart. Ate several times in the lobster, I even agreed to sleepwalk his marriage proposal. Now, come to feel too good for him.

37 years old: to commemorate the tenth anniversary of our marriage, I called the text, so he sent me roses in the evening went out to eat. Finally, I received a text sent roses, red, but only one, there are the vegetables and then handing me fish. He presumptuously: at home, eat their own cooking, and more affordable!

45 years old: My stomach is not good, the text got the recipe, the two oil a day to eat fried eggs. I am lazy, and sometimes forget to eat, the text on every day up to me. Have a quarrel, I stormed away, back to her parents. The next morning, the text came to see me in her hand, put the thermos bottle, which has two oil omelette, is radiated heat. "You go this way, who do you oil fried?" At that moment, my mind immediately pull off all become as soft as the cicada's wings ... ...

55 years old: the reunion, I found that all the students than I am and cultural Hunde Hao, or post high or powerful, or rich than we are. That meal I eat very uncomfortable, but keep the text to go to my bowl and take their food. Party scattered, and the students were sitting in a car away, holding my hand with paper back home. And students was the phone, I said: well envy you ah! Students say: But we all envy you too!

65 years old: opening night of the day, I sat before the fireplace listening to opera leisure, culture in the kitchen doing my favorite snack, dessert flavor children filled the room looked like we accompany Xiang Xie those who walked with casual days ... ...

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