Diary of a masseuse

In the end, I still went to the Ye family's ancestral house with Mr. Ye.The whole process was pretty smooth, um, it should be pretty smooth.

Mr. Ye's grandfather is a very kind old man. I have met him before. He played chess with Mr. Xie.He praised a few words about the mooncakes I made, said a few little things about Mr. Ye, and finally gave a very good-looking jade paperweight with a lion rolling a hydrangea as a meeting gift.I glanced sideways at Mr. Ye, saw him nodding and accepted it.

Mr. Ye's two uncles and three aunts also had a good attitude, and a group of uncles and aunts called down to collect a circle of red envelopes.It's just that Mr. Ye's third aunt had a strange expression when she saw me, but it's normal for her to be a little nervous about me if you look closely at her relationship with Zhang Jinyun.

Mr. Ye has seven cousins, three of whom are older than him, but it is obvious that Mr. Ye's dominance among the younger generation of the Ye family is unshakable.There are also two young nephews of Mr. Ye, who look like one or two years old. According to Mr. Ye's preparation, I gave each of them a pair of longevity locks.

In fact, I'm a little curious about how Mr. Ye managed to make such a big traditional Chinese family calmly accept that the eldest grandson brought a man to the door.But looking at Mr. Ye who was talking with his family with a smile, and occasionally glanced over at Mr. Ye with a faint smile, I silently digged and filled my curiosity.

learn from mistakes.Last night, I just asked a few more questions because of nervousness, um, dozens of sentences, and now my waist is still sore.

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Days are still passed day by day.Mr. Ye gradually introduced me to several of his friends, and Mr. Wen was one of them.I can't get along with this group of people, and I don't have a common language, but I just recognize faces.In contrast, I cherish Mr. Ye even more.

I still don't understand what Mr. Ye is looking for in me.It's not that I'm inferior.The right family is a marriage criterion that has been passed down for thousands of years, which can ensure that the husband and wife have commonalities in their thoughts and aesthetic tastes, so that they can get along with each other.And no matter from which point of view, the status and status of Mr. Ye and I are too different.Don't tell me that everyone is equal under the national flag. If everyone is equal, I can't work as a masseuse for more than four years.Even if I study steadily for the next seven years of undergraduate and master's courses, it will be difficult for us to communicate.

But that doesn't stop me from loving him.

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Mr. Ye mysteriously took me to France and gave me a wedding.Black and white couple suits, white gauze flower doors, pastor church.

To be honest, I am quite helpless.Sure enough, if the identity gap is too large, there will be a generation gap.I'm actually the kind of layman who prefers cauliflowers to roses on Valentine's Day.

I've tried my best to look very moved.Well, Mr. Ye still has sharp eyes.

I was very happy to see him frustrated, but he was bloody suppressed in the end, and he couldn't get up the next day.After being helpless, Mr. Ye himself was also happy. Looking back, he changed the romantic honeymoon he planned into a sightseeing tour, eating and drinking by the way. After a trip, the purpose of promoting the relationship has been achieved.

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I have been with Mr. Ye for three years.I want to adopt a child, even if Mr. Ye finds a surrogate, I can accept it.But Mr. Ye strongly disagreed.So I raised a big dog, Erha.

My relationship with Mr. Ye is only known to my three sisters and Ye Zi. The countryside is no better than the capital, so it’s not easy to make such things public.There is no way to hide it from grandpa.The better the family, the more guilty the look in my grandfather's eyes. Even if I changed my words and said that the 20-year contract has been voided, I am now working in a health care center in Kyoto, and showing him my work permit will not help.Grandpa is in his 90s. Although he is in good health, some symptoms of elderly people with dizziness and trembling hands have begun to appear. I am afraid that if I say that I have been with a man, grandpa will lose his breath.

I already know my background.Mr. Ye put the materials on the desk in the study that day, and I went in every day to tidy them up, and I could see them as soon as I lowered my head.I knew he was letting me make my own decision.

According to the information, I am the first child of Mr. Ye's third uncle and third aunt when they were in college, and I am Mr. Ye's cousin.

It never occurred to me that I came from a 'prominent' family.Seeing the blood identification between me and Mr. Ye, I feel inexplicably awkward.

I really have no idea.Compared to a mother who threw her child away at birth just to keep her reputation, and a father who never knew he existed and such, um, amazing relatives, I firmly believe that my relatives are the Li family.

I read the information on the table that day and put it back, pretending that I didn't know anything.Mr. Ye didn't say anything. A few days later, he gave me a card with 500 million in it, saying that it was my pocket money from Mr. Ye.This is the attitude of those in power in the Ye family, and I immediately felt that my decision was extremely correct.

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At the end of last year, I went to take the health care massage technician (Chinese massage therapist) qualification certificate, the second level of national vocational qualification, and became a contracted masseur in a physical therapy center, a real masseur.

It's still very different from Ye Chen, but it's something I couldn't even imagine three years ago.

I know that Ye Chen doesn't want me to spend my energy on this. In his view, this kind of work is thankless and low-income. It just takes my emotions into consideration and gives me a spiritual support to have an independent career.

Mr. Ye is a very gentle person.

In fact, I really don't have as much backbone as Mr. Ye thinks.Before I understand Ye Chen's thoughts, I can still work hard for my future plans. As for now, I wish I could be a rice bug that eats and sleeps.Still the same sentence, this is his heart, I enjoy this feeling of being cared for.

My job in the physical therapy hall is only half a day in the morning, and I applied for it myself.

Part of the fresh hairy crab is steamed to remove the crab meat and crab roe, part of it is washed and cut into pieces, marinated in white wine; stir-fry green onion, ginger, perilla leaves and pineapple until fragrant, pour in the crab pieces and stir-fry; add milk and coconut milk and smolder to thicken the soup; Drain the crab pieces, remove the meat, and put the crab meat and crab roe into the soup; if you have japonica rice, boil it on a high heat and turn to a simmer; pour the crab meat and crab roe into the soup one by one, and simmer slowly...

The car rang in front of the door, and Erha, who had been lingering in front of the kitchen door, rushed to the door happily. I leaned out from the kitchen to see: Mr. Ye strode in, and looked over with bright eyes.

I couldn't help laughing.

There is always someone worth your afternoon just because you want to do a little thing for him, like a dish.

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