Before you wake up, love well

When I left Nanjing, my parents left first.Although the old man frowned when he heard me call "Mom", he still didn't say anything.I wanted to call Dad, but unfortunately I didn't dare to speak.The old man still couldn't understand that his son was living with a man.But to me it is no longer "Hengmei coldly pointing at thousands of husbands", sometimes tolerance and acquiescence are a kind of approval.I secretly think so.

But when he was leaving, he said to Yan Fei, "Come back for a meal when you have time during the holidays. If you have time."

Only then did I realize that "you" is sometimes such a moving pronoun.

When we were about to leave Nanjing, Feifei said, “It’s time for us to start looking for a job and start a new life. Fortunately, we still have a familiar city, familiar people and friends. It’s really a joy to go home .”

Feifei and I said, "While we haven't looked for a job yet and we still have time, let's go to Tibet with me."

"Don't we hurry to find a job? Without a job, we will be hungry. There are still 12 years left, and we still have to eat."

"It's not that bad. If we don't work, will our savings starve us to death within two years?"

"Well, not in three to five years, but..."

"No, but we came to Tibet from Sichuan. It is said that Sichuan has a lot of delicious food, and there are many U bears to see."

He made a gesture of beating me, and we hugged into a ball.