We have been married for three years, and I can’t remember how many times we have quarreled. You know, I am not a very attentive woman, but some fragments of quarrels are unforgettable to me.Once we quarreled, you pressed your body tightly against the door, fearing that I, a willful little woman, would run away at 12 o’clock in the middle of the night.
Once we quarreled, you slammed the door and left alone. I hurried to chase you, but I couldn’t find you. After returning home alone, I looked at the empty room. I burst into tears. You quickly ran out from a corner of the room and hugged me. From then on, you always hid where I could find you when we quarreled.
Once we quarreled, we didn’t talk for a week. One day when I got home from get off work, I couldn’t open the security door, so I had to bite the bullet and call you to ask you to go home quickly. Later I found out that you had tampered with the door. To be honest, I was not angry at all at the time, but deeply moved.
Once we had a quarrel and you were leaving with your luggage, I held your bag tightly and said with sobs: You can’t leave like this, I am your most important luggage, take me with you if you leave. As a result, we traveled to Hangzhou together.
Once we had a quarrel, I cut our photos into pieces out of anger, and you spent a whole night gluing them together.
Once we had a quarrel, I wanted to divorce you, and I looked for the marriage certificate everywhere, but I couldn’t find it. It was you who hid the marriage certificate.
You said I was the one sent by God to quarrel with you, and we quarreled so well! I knew when to shout, when to cry, when to throw things, when to file for divorce, and when to reconcile…
Yes, our marriage is a quarrel marriage. Now, we still quarrel frequently, but you no longer use your body to block the door, and no longer hide the marriage certificate. You know I will not leave you. Yes, I will cry if I leave you. I don’t want a dull marriage without quarrels, tears, reconciliation, and laughter. I want to grow old with you in quarrels and reconciliations, tears and laughter. The rice cooker that I, a hot-tempered little woman, have broken no less than ten times will continue to cook for us. It is as strong and healthy as our marriage!
I don’t know whether I love you or not, I only know: I will cry if I leave you. I am the person sent by God to quarrel with you.
The person sent by God to quarrel with you turns out to be your most beloved wife.
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