Two equally gentle people have a tacit understanding together. They have been married for many years and their life is like drinking corn porridge every day, which is plain but nourishing for the stomach. One day, she was looking through her old things and saw on the title page of his university study notes: "The bond between life and death is broad. Talk to Zi Cheng. Hold his hand and grow old with him." This was her last chapter in the Book of Songs. Favorite verses.
However, what bothered her was that, let alone after marriage, he had never held her hand even when they were in love.
Every time when shopping, two people walked side by side, but he never held her hand, and she was a reserved girl, and she would not take the initiative to reach out and hold hands, which made her feel The two of them are strangers in life.
The next day happened to be Sunday, and they went to the street together, but he still didn't hold her hand.
This time, she forced her hand into his palm. He lowered his head, smiled, and broke away. Now she was so angry that she turned around and ran across the road, wanting to go home immediately. Unexpectedly, a car sped by, and she was so frightened that her legs softened and she could not move. He rushed over like flying...
After the sharp sound of the brakes, she was held tightly in his arms. Fortunately, neither of them was injured. He turned pale with nervousness. It had been a long time since the car had driven away, but he was still holding her in shock, holding her so tightly that she could hardly breathe.
She looked up at him, with tears in his eyes. This scene deeply shocked her heart. She suddenly remembered many things that had been forgotten in the trivial life:
Every time she crossed the road. He was all close to her. Holding her arm, for fear that she would wander away;
Every time he went shopping, he would use his broad shoulders to separate a space for her in the crowd, so that her petite body would not be squeezed by pedestrians;
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Every time he came out of the supermarket, he carried all the bags for her... Of course, he couldn't spare his hand to hold her hand.
She silently took his hand, the hands that protected her from being hurt and bore the weight of life for her.
Unexpectedly, after many years, these hands have been worn rough and hard, but they have never complained.
She finally understood that "holding your child's hand and growing old together" does not mean that two people always hold hands, but that there is a pair of hands that can always give you care and strength and always support you. With you.