My Best Wife

Fang Zhiqiang quickly put a smile on his face and said, "You still want to go to the basement to eat, right? Have you heard that joke?"

Li Xiaoxiao asked: "What a joke." Fang Zhiqiang said: "There was a certain boss. When he was fleeing, he was hungry for a long time. He ate a bowl of noodles. He thought that bowl of noodles was the most delicious food in the world. There were many Years later, he found the old man who made him the bowl of noodles again.

But I found that bowl of noodles particularly unpalatable. So, instant noodles are not delicious at all! "

Li Xiaoxiao paused his meat-cutting hand, grabbed a piece of meat and threw it at Fang Zhiqiang, stamping his feet and saying: "Qiangzi, you don't know what romance is at all, you have to ruin the atmosphere, right?"

Fang Zhiqiang covered his face with his hands, made exaggerated dodge movements, and pretended to beg for mercy: "Ah, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I never dare to do it again."

Li Xiaoxiao smiled with satisfaction: "That's pretty much it."

Fang Zhiqiang sighed, continued to sort out the green onions in his hands, and sighed: "I know, everything tastes delicious when I am with you."

Li Xiaoxiao's face darkened and he continued to cut the mutton, but he felt that there was a world between himself and Qiangzi. Ai Li soon got bored. After getting her mother's permission, she sat on the sofa with the chicken legs and watched TV. Fang Zhiqiang and Li Xiaoxiao were occasionally busy with the work at hand, and occasionally thought of fragments from the past, and they talked with each other one by one.

He invariably slowed down, as if he was afraid that time would pass too fast and the earth would fall apart in the next second. It took him more than two hours to finally prepare lunch. By the time the fruits of his labor were put on the table, Li was already in love. I am full. The two of them sat at the table, poured red wine, and talked softly. The words became less and less. In the end, they would just suddenly think of something, then look up at each other and smile. There was a table full of food, but we didn’t eat much at all. The two of us were always at the table.

Sitting on the table, they all knew in their hearts that after this meal, they didn't know when they would see each other next time. Maybe it would be tomorrow, maybe when their temples would turn gray.

The sun's shadow moves westward, and the outside of the house is as bright as water. The sound of car horns can be heard in the distance. The house is so quiet that you can hear your own heartbeat, with only the occasional ticking sound of running water.

Ruthless time never waits for anyone, and a long time has passed before you know it.

Li Xiaoxiao looked back at her son who was sleeping soundly on the sofa, looked at Fang Zhiqiang with tender and sad eyes, and said softly: "Qiangzi, hug me." Fang Zhiqiang didn't say anything, and walked over to hug her. In his arms, he remembered that the first time he had such contact with her was when he dragged her out of the car, so he squatted down, put his left hand through the crook of her legs, picked her up horizontally, and walked towards the sofa.

sit down. Li Xiaoxiao also hugged his neck and buried her head in his chest.

The two of them cuddled together like this, silently counting every minute and every second, hoping that time could stop at this moment forever.

"Mommy mommy!"

I don't know whether he was talking in his sleep or wanted to pee. Ai Li turned over on the sofa and shouted vaguely.

Li Xiaoxiao woke up suddenly and raised her head to find that Fang Zhiqiang was also responding to her gaze. Both of them saw reluctance in each other's eyes, but both of them had determination in their hearts.

"It's time to go." Fang Zhiqiang said.

"Yes." Li Xiaoxiao nodded lightly.

She reluctantly got up, woke up her sleepy son, and led him to the bathroom. When she came out, Qiangzi was still standing there blankly, with a lost expression like a child abandoned by his mother.

"Qiangzi." Li Xiaoxiao shouted, tears could not help but well in his eyes.

Fang Zhiqiang woke up from his trance and said in a heavy voice: "Let's go."

He took her bag, touched his son's head, picked him up, walked heavily outside the house, and opened the car door for her as he had done many times in the past.

Li Xiaoxiao walked to the car and looked at him blankly. She closed her mouth tightly, as if when she opened it, endless words would jump out. Finally, she shouted in a choked voice: "Qiangzi, I ..." Fang Zhiqiang lit a cigarette, waved the hand holding the cigarette, and opened his mouth, but no sound came out. After two or three seconds, he raised his hand somewhat helplessly, with an ugly smile on his face. , said: "The atmosphere is here,

I think I should write a poem, but unfortunately I am illiterate and can only say one sentence. "

Li Xiaoxiao felt that she should also smile, but she couldn't smile no matter how hard she tried. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, knelt down and hugged her son, and said, "I love Li, say goodbye to daddy."

Ai Li didn't know what this goodbye meant yet, so he just raised his hand high and waved it vigorously, saying: "Goodbye, dad, I will eat chicken drumsticks next time."

"Okay, next time dad will buy a lot of chicken legs first. Remember to tell Ai Li in advance when he is coming." Fang Zhiqiang smiled softly.

"Goodbye." Li Xiaoxiao got into the car.

The Porsche made a buzzing sound, and the body of the car vibrated, as if it was hindered by something, and it crawled forward with difficulty. Li Xiaoxiao couldn't stop crying in the car.

She really wanted to look back, and she really wanted to turn around and throw herself into his arms again, but the snail of time would eventually reach where it was supposed to go, and the car turned the corner and then disappeared.

Fang Zhiqiang lit another cigarette, but still didn't take a puff. He stood in the sun and didn't notice the ashes falling all over the ground.

Don't ask whether your beloved is good or bad. From now on, mountains and rivers will never meet again. Xiaoxiao, goodbye.