When Shen Yu was twenty-six years old, her grandmother passed away, and she was the only one left in the world.
She was late on the day of the blind date. She opened the door and saw Zhou Ke sitting by the window, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with a pot of tea in front of him. He stood up and pulled out the chair for her, as naturally as if he had done it a hundred times.
"I'm forty this year," he said in a leisurely manner. "I'm busy with work. I leave early and come home late. I don't know how to cook. The guest bedroom is for you to stay without interfering with each other."
She signed.
I moved into his house the next day and found a south-facing bedroom with great sunshine. There is a "Directory of Ancient Buildings in Linzhou City" lying on the bedside, with a line written on the title page: "I don't know if you like it, but I think you might use it."
That's Zhou Ke's style - don't say nice things, but do real things.
She thought it was just a cooperation where everyone gets what he needs.
Until one day, when his fever reached 39 degrees, he held her wrist in a daze and called her name.
Only then did Shen Yu realize that there was a thick stack of notes on the refrigerator, and every one of them was written by him——
"The soup is in the pot."
"Waiting for you to come back."
"Shen Yu, it's raining outside."
It turns out that the most tender love is the penetration of love quietly.
It turned out that he had already prepared for the rest of his life, just waiting for her to nod and say "I do".
