Shit, I haven't earned a car yet.
yesterday Vivi asked me a question on the bus. She said, "wouldn't it have been better if we hadn't met so early?"
I said, "Why do you say that?"
she said: "We've been together for three years, and I'm afraid the novelty will fade away."
I leaned against her and said, "freshness is desire, and love is not just desire, of course freshness is important, but not the most important."
"your TM is going to start bullshit mode again." She interrupted my argument.
but although there was a foul language in the above sentence, she smiled sweetly when she said it.
Vivi has been working for nearly half a year.
in the past six months, she has completely broken away from her "student" status and can no longer be as capricious as she used to be. I get up at seven o'clock in the morning, arrive at the office at eight o'clock every day, have some bad food at noon and get off work at 05:30 in the evening.
and worst of all, she has to work six days a week, which directly results in us not seeing each other until Sunday. The identity change of
has created a lot of obstacles that do not exist in our relationship.
before she worked, we would talk on the phone for about an hour every night.
but in the last six months of her work, we talked on the phone very little.
because I am a disorganized editor, the busiest time of the day happens to be when she gets off work. As soon as the sun goes down, I have to sit in front of my computer and prepare my tweets for the day. And after tweeting at 11:11 in the evening (I'm expected to be late today), I have to pick up messages and watch the follow-up.
and Vivi has to get up early the next day, so he must go to bed on time at 11:00 in the evening.
she is at work when I am free. When she is free, she becomes me "at work".
what's even more embarrassing is that because most of the disorganized readers are students, if we want to hold offline activities, we have to choose weekends. For example, last weekend, Vivi came to work with me for two days because of "not coming to the Cinema".
so why does everyone say that graduation season is the break-up season?
because when two people enter into different life paths, it becomes more and more difficult to maintain a high degree of harmony in our lives. At first, it was OK that we could make efforts to get closer to each other, but over time, the social circle will gradually become less overlapping, and our areas of expertise are so different that there are differences in lifestyles and ideas.
for example, Vivi is dealing with technical customers, while I am dealing with text-related people and things.
at this point, it is impossible to maintain the relationship by "love" alone. You have to "work hard".
this "effort" is not "forced renewal", but "creating opportunities".
creativity is the embodiment of human wisdom. I can't teach you an one-size-fits-all method. I can only tell you how I do it.
try to put off all work on Sunday so that that day belongs only to us. Sometimes we make our schedule so full that we don't waste a minute, or sometimes we can do nothing that day and go back to my school for a walk and a drink.
it's even fun to read together.
because love is not a sense of freshness, it is a sense of existence.
is the kind of existence that "even if you do nothing and say nothing, I know I am in your heart".
but remember, don't be self-righteous, be unscrupulous because you are used to each other's existence, omit all the rituals of love, and accelerate to become each other's "old husband and wife".
love like that is boring.
Last Sunday night, I sent Vivi to take the bus.
stand in line, go up, wave back to me, then drop a coin and sit down by the window at the back of the car.
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she made a face at me. I said to her with my mouth, "be safe and call me when you get back."
she motioned "OK" to me with her right hand.
an hour and a half later, I received a call from her, and she said hurriedly, "Damn it, I was scared to death. I went out to the gate of the station, and the motorists kept asking me to sit with them." One of them came at me, and I almost rushed Didi around my handbag. "
I didn't know what to say, so I had to give a few words of comfort, and then she said she was going to take a shower and hang up the phone.
I don't know what to say, because what I was going to say was, "Damn it, I'll take you back later."
and I can't afford a fucking car.
suddenly found one thing:
A lot of stories about Vivi and me are about buses