Half A Watermelon Story! Married And Unmarried People Are Worth Seeing!

One day at noon, I came home from work, sweating with sweat.

Open the fridge and look inside. It's freezing.

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I was overjoyed and took out three, five, and two places to clean up.

Just then, the wife went home and shouted at the door: "I'm dying of thirst! It's hot!"

I told her that I had eaten the watermelon.

There was a touch of displeasure on her face, and she hurried with her glass to pour water.

The water bottle is empty.

She was furious at once: "you don't know how to burn the water.

What did I go home for so long? "I was angry." why am I doing everything? "For this thing, we had a cold war for only a week.

On Saturday, I went back to my parents' home alone.

When they saw me, they asked, "why haven't you seen your wife for a week?"

When she heard it, she blamed me for doing nothing but ignoring herself.

I don't think so: "no, half a watermelon. What's the big deal?"

Dad smiled: "you don't have to justify yourself.

Tomorrow is Sunday, and you will all come over. "

On the second day, my wife and I took the children back to their parents' home.

As soon as I entered the door, my father ordered me to go out to buy vinegar.

When I bought it, dad said she took the child out.

Then he took half a watermelon and gave it to me: "look at your sweat, eat some watermelon and quench your thirst."

That half of the watermelon has four or five Jin, Dad handed over a spoon: "I can't eat, let your wife come back to eat."

I took the spoon and ate it up less than half, and my stomach was bloated.

When the family had lunch, Dad suddenly put two halves of watermelon on the table and said to me, "look at the difference between them."

I was very puzzled. I looked carefully and looked at it: half of what I had just eaten and the other half eaten.

After looking at it for a while, I could not see anything, so I shook my head.

Dad pointed to the watermelon and said, "this is half of what you eat, and half of it is eaten by your wife."

I'll tell you both, "if you can't finish it, keep the rest for the other party."

How do you look at your wife's spoon? From the side to the middle, half eaten, the other half did not move.

Look at you again, dig in from the middle, eat the flesh, and leave it to someone else.

Who does not know the flesh is sweet? From this trivial matter, your wife has much more heart than you. "

My face was red at once.

Dad said meaningfully: "how many times can two people live all their lives? What are the feelings of the couple? They are reflected in a drop of oil, a spoonful of rice and a ladle soup.

Last time you were arguing with your wife about eating watermelons, it was clear that you were wrong.

If you change your wife to go home first, you will definitely leave half of it.

This is a trivial thing, but it can reflect a person's heart.

In a watermelon, there is a university that lives at home.

Once again, the cold heart, you warm it bit by bit, there is always a hot day; but the heart of reheat, if you pour cold water on a spoonful of spoonful, one day it will completely cool it.

Think about it: if your wife doesn't think about you like you do, what will you think of it over time? "

It's just a word to wake up a dream man.

I suddenly found that on weekdays, when I got home, the slippers, the tea on the tea table and the umbrellas arranged at the door of the rainy day were all a deep feeling of my wife.

But I, I am careless, I am blind, I do not know how to look at my heart.

Thinking of it, I felt so ashamed that I quickly handed Xu Man the dumpling that I had already crossed the cold water. "My bowl is not hot now, please eat it first."

The wife smiled, "you don't play garlic in front of your parents."

Dad also smiled: "it's a good husband to make up your mind to put up a lifetime."

There is love in heart.

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Please be considerate of your spouse. Don't think that everything is unreasonable and think about your mistakes.

Live your ordinary life and make others brilliant.

But how sweet the laughter is in the room.

Happiness is not a luxury car, but a ride home.

Happiness is not the beauty of lovers, but the brilliantly smiles of lovers.

Happiness is not listening to sweet words, but when someone is sad, someone can tell me: "nothing, I am here!"