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He looked up, saw me, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He smiled and said, "No one is here; please have a seat."
I nodded and pulled out a chair to sit down. After a while, he quietly slid a note over to me. Curious, I opened it to find the words: "We meet again."
I was taken aback and looked up at him, quickly searching my mind for this familiar face. I responded with a question mark, and he took it back to write something else. This time, I could see clearly: "Last time at the café, you gave your seat to me."
Oh right, I remembered now; it was him. I smiled slightly, held the note in my hand, and nodded at him.
That day, sunlight streamed through the window, casting dappled shadows on the table and gradually warming our hearts.
Our third meeting was at the Freshman Top Ten Singer Competition party. At first, I didn't notice he was sitting next to me until he gently tapped my shoulder: "Hi, what a coincidence! We meet again."
I turned my head and recognized him—the guy from the library. He grinned sheepishly and asked, "Since we have such fate, how about adding each other on WeChat?"
His straightforwardness made me laugh, and without hesitation, I handed him my phone.
And so began our chatting on WeChat. Not long after that, we started dating.
After graduation, he interviewed and got into my family's company. Meanwhile, under my parents' expectations, I also joined the company as an intern.
We carefully concealed our relationship at work, but seeing each other every day made it impossible not to be discovered. Eventually, my parents found out about us and firmly insisted that we break up.
At that time, my heart was only for him. I was determined not to let go and insisted on being with him. Looking back now, if I had listened to my parents, perhaps today’s situation would be different. But life has no "what ifs," only consequences and results.
Marriage should have been a sweet beginning, but for us, it felt like stepping into an unpredictable farce.
"This wedding must follow our rural customs!" his father insisted during the wedding preparations.
"But we are getting married in the city; it should be simpler," my father countered with a frown.
We stood aside, watching our parents argue passionately over the scale and style of the banquet, feeling a mix of emotions. This dispute was just the tip of the iceberg; the issue of where we would live escalated the conflict between our families even further.
"You must live in the countryside so we can take care of each other," his mother hoped we would stay close to her.
"No way, we should live in the city; it’s more convenient for work," my mother firmly opposed.
The differences between city and countryside created a deep chasm between our two families. After the wedding, our parents hardly interacted anymore, which left me feeling incredibly awkward and helpless.
At first, married life felt like a fairy tale for a prince and princess as we lived in the cozy little house my parents gifted us. Every day, we went to work together, came home together, cooked dinner together in the evenings, and snuggled on the couch watching TV, enjoying the sweetness of our world as a couple.
"Dear, what are we having for dinner tonight?" he asked with a smile, holding two fresh tomatoes in his hands.
"How about you help me cook tonight? Tomato and Egg Stir-fry?" I replied with a light laugh, feeling warm inside.
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