My Man

He walked towards me, wearing a black suit and handmade leather shoes. His whole face looked slightly indifferent, a little reserved and old-fashioned. His long-term upbringing and habits made him look emotionless. I love the way he looks at me. Be it gentle, indifferent or crazy, only I can see it. I still remember walking barefoot on the road that day. The dense bumps on the road made the soles of my feet hurt. I looked at the man who walked out of the black Rolls Royce behind Gong Yin. He wore black leather shoes, a simple black suit, and perfect facial features that matched Gong Yin. My mother introduced me and got to the point, "I'm getting married." "Congratulations." Gong Yin smiled, "Go home." She looked satisfied and dignified. I said yes. It's not a meeting, it's just a reunion after a long absence.