Five years ago, I was sitting on the sofa scrolling through my phone, and he was sitting next to me working on the computer.
"Nan Hui," I stretched out my leg and poked him with my toes, "Do you squeeze the toothpaste from the bottom up or directly from the top?"
He looked back at me, not sure what I wanted to do. He hesitated for a moment before speaking honestly, "From bottom to top..."
"Tsk, tsk," I shook my head with regret, "Then let's not get married. Look at the news, a couple divorced because of different ways of squeezing toothpaste..."
He became a little anxious when he heard that he was not getting married, "But someone has to squeeze the toothpaste from below so that Lele can squeeze it directly from above!"
Oops, this is enlightening me. I looked at him sideways and smiled like a black dog.
He looked at me and tried to please me timidly, "Or I can just squeeze in from above..."
Five years later, it was still the same sofa. His fingers stopped typing on the keyboard and he looked up at me.
"Sign it, it will be a relief for both of us." I raised my hand and brought the divorce agreement closer to him, "I'm tired."
He looked like a skinned skeleton, more like a lifeless drug addict. He was too thin and out of shape, his eyes were blue and black, and his eyes were bloodshot.
The pyrotechnic brightness in his eyes when he first saw me disappeared, leaving only ashes that gradually cooled after blooming.
How could the two people who were so close to each other get to where they are today?
Because of a lunatic named Han Lele and a fool named Yan Nanhui.