"Doctor Zhao, how is my wife's health?" The gray-haired old woman looked at Dr. Zhao Ya, who was young but recognized in front of her, looking forward to her.

"Auntie, don't worry, there is no problem with the old man's legs, but you must pay attention in the future and try to avoid walking as much as possible. You will be fine after several months of cultivation." Zhao Ya showed a friendly smile, stood in the patrol footsteps, grabbed the old woman's hand, patted her comfortably, and signaled her not to be nervous.

The old woman nodded, smiled, and walked into the ward with peace of mind.

At 1:30 in the morning, Zhao Ya returned to the office where she was temporarily resting, sat on a chair, took out her cell phone and looked at the photos inside, with a sad look in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth were always smiling happily, tears, hanging in her eyes, and eyebrows, but they always showed strength.

There were not many photos, but Zhao Ya looked at each one over and over again, and she never tired of watching each one. Although some were blurry and her expression was not very natural, for Zhao Ya, this was her spiritual pillar she had come from during this period.

She appears to be ignorant, but her heart is closed. When facing ordinary people calmly, she will be paranoid and devote herself to her whole body. This is Zhao Ya. When Zhao Meiru did not support her when something happened to Zhang Jun, she was very sad. She only opened a crack due to her childhood experience. She finally opened her heart carefully, for fear of accidentally destroying her and losing her.

People with narrow minds often tend to go to dead ends. Zhao Ya is such a person. Her mother's dissatisfaction made her walk through the alley. She was afraid of seeing Zhang Shidong and afraid that he would look at him with a blamed look. The longer the time, the heavier the thoughts, the more afraid, the more uneasy she was.

Wiping away tears, standing up with a smile, walking to the single bed, lying directly on the bed, holding the phone in both hands and placing it on the abdomen, neatly dressed without being messed up, closed her eyes, and continued to continue her sweetness with her lover in her dreams. From childhood to adulthood, Zhao Ya learned to numb herself with one thing. Whenever something unsatisfactory happened, she would let her thinking stagnate in the time period before it happened, and would continue the continuation of life in her thinking before sleeping. For a long time, in Zhao Ya's mind before going to bed, Zhao Meiru did not even divorce Lu Dahong. The two were still loving couples, and she was also the happiest girl.

It was another dreamy night that had been repeated over and over again. After completing the morning work, Zhao Ya, who had changed her clothes, said goodbye to everyone with a smile and left the hospital more than ten minutes in advance. She was afraid that she would not know how to face it. Perhaps, the aunt had already chosen the girl from Yanjing.

The woman's thoughts of pleased herself were gone, and she returned to the apartment in a daze. The moment she opened the door, the heat in the room was accompanied by the smell of food. Standing at the door of the kitchen partition, Zhao Ya softened. The heart that had only opened and once the small hole was knocked open, it was filled with the figure of a man in the kitchen surrounded by an apron. The tears were sweet, the smile was beautiful, everything was happiness, and the dawn in the early morning was never so bright.

"I'm back. Wash your hands and have a meal."

People with narrow hearts are not easily moved, but once moved, they will inevitably be moved deep in their hearts.

There is no need to say any extra words. In the morning when the cold winter passed, the sun shone on the room and projected on half of the dining table. Zhao Ya took off Zhang Shidong's apron, gently wrapped it around his neck, and pressed it on his cheek: "I'm done, I'm done, I'm really done, tell me, what should I do?"

Zhang Shidong slapped his increasingly round buttocks: "Eat."

"oh."

You can imagine how a woman would behave to a man. Just look at Zhao Ya and you will know that she can no longer tolerate anything in her heart. The center of life is transferred to Zhang Shidong.

After dinner and showering, Zhang Shidong was knocked down gorgeously.

According to Zhao Ya's own statement, when she had not yet fully achieved the confidence to show all her to Zhang Shidong, Zhang Shidong had only one answer to this, touching it from above: "How do you plan to let other women live?"

Invincible in all aspects, Zhao Ya is still a woman with invincible in many aspects. From top to bottom, there may be a little flaw, all of which are included. Innate formation and acquired efforts, her perfection is the suffocation that makes people savor it carefully.

The powerful woman used all the ways women served men to please Zhang Shidong, and frantically satisfied all the touching a man brought to her.

Finally, until she was exhausted and the whole bed was covered with sweaty fluids of the two, the peaceful battle between the two was declared over. Embracing each other in the bathtub, Zhao Ya hugged Zhang Shidong tightly, pressed her face against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. Her chin felt the light itch of warm water, and her face was full of happiness.

The two people who did not celebrate the New Year well spent seven days together, shopping together, shopping together, shopping together, playing on the road together, and enjoying the fun. When Zhao Ya asked for leave, Zhang Shidong didn't care about the procedure that 99% of people had to follow to go to work.

The wind blows on the river bank, and the camera records the most natural moments.

The street snacks are fragrant, I forgot my obsession with being a doctor and enjoy the intimacy of a fish ball that you feed me one and I feed you one.

The love drama in the cinema is moved by the feelings they feel sincere, and also raises the middle finger for those false love movies.

In the supermarket, I pushed the cart together and discussed the practicality of each purchase, not for money but for the likes and dislikes of both parties.

The passionate bar singer, a few bottles of beer, a bag of popcorn and a plate of pistachios, enjoying the enthusiastic atmosphere on the scene and the singers' passionate interpretation.

In the apartment, I learned all kinds of cooking skills that I had never tried in the video tutorial. When I made a cake, I was thrown into the whole room with cream. I rolled the sheets in the cream and enjoyed the things I loved to do. Then I woke up and spent hours cleaning up the room.

Zhao Ya wanted to live her life like this, but she also knew that it was just a dream. It was enough to have these seven days to stay in her mind and slowly reminisce. She knew that her man was a person who did big things, a person who was destined to be famous all over the world in a certain outbreak. She couldn't help anything. Even her family background, which was a little confident, was completely destroyed this time. I am me, and in his eyes, it was not Lu Dahong's daughter or Zhao Meiru's daughter, but Zhao Ya, the one who enjoyed the beauty of life with him, and the one who was willing to spend his whole life to guard this beauty.

"I bought it here."

When Zhao Ya said this to Zhang Shidong, Zhang Shidong was also moved to look at this not-so-large but very exquisite apartment. This was Zhao Ya's home, the home she would stick to for him.

"My dad went to Mayor Zhao's house yesterday."

This is also Zhang Shidong’s promise to Zhao Ya. For you, I am willing to ease all relationships that hinder your thoughts.

………………………………………

Zhao Ya's diary.

A brand new diary is not a diary of the lucky memories locked in the box, but a brand new diary, only him and only her.

On January 9, 2013, Xiaoxue was in a deep mood.

She (Zhao Meiru) ignored Uncle Zhang's affairs. I heard that she didn't say anything at the meeting, even if she was just abstaining from power. I know that she was afraid of being implicated. I don't hate her, but I just hate that she is incompetent and cannot help her beloved man.

What can I do for you?

On January 17, 2013, it was snowing heavily and the mood was like a blizzard.

He was so busy that I thought he had given up on me. He was very disappointed and scared. What would happen if he was really afraid of himself?

Why do I love him so deeply? I don’t know that maybe, from the moment he smashed Lu Fengmill, I fell in love with him.

New Year, sunny, and a dark mood.

The sky outside is very blue, but there is never a ray of sunshine in my heart. I want to give up and give up my struggle to become a perfect woman. I am afraid that no one will appreciate my struggle in the end.

I advised myself for a day and told myself to believe him and really believe him.

On March 1, 2013, I was in a very beautiful and happy mood.

I knew he would come back. (I will write this sentence at the beginning of every diary from now on. I am so happy that when I woke up in the morning, I secretly used his toothbrush and wrapped my body in his bath towel, but he didn't notice it.

During lunch, I snatched the last piece of chicken wings and was so happy that I drank a little wine with him. I was so dizzy. He said that he would take me to KTV to cry and howl in the afternoon.

We watched Korean dramas all night in the evening, and he watched them very seriously, but I was distracted. The love in the TV series did not touch me, but he moved me. I really wanted to lie quietly in his arms for the rest of my life.

It's time for him to leave. He is going to Beijing. He will definitely become a great hero and the focus of attention. Although I don't like it, I will stand behind him silently, even if I can only help him wash his socks.

March 2, 2013, sunny and cloudy.

When he left, I found that I could not stay in the room anymore. He was his shadow everywhere and his smell everywhere. When I closed my eyes, I was full of him in my mind.

No, I have to learn to adapt. When he comes back, this is the warmest home, and when he leaves, this is his last harbor. No matter what happens, I must be the last person.

………………………………………

On the grass below the apartment building, a dog-tail grass is growing slowly, and there is a green grass beside it. The grass always likes to grow next to those bright flowers and become the focus of attention with them.

The dog's tail grass sways in the wind and grows alone.

The flowers were picked, the grass was back, and the dog tail grass accompanied it and grew together.

New flowers bloomed again, and grass went away again.

The dog tail grass still grows alone, swaying in the wind. Every time the strong wind blows, the lonely dog ​​tail grass survives again and again, alone.

The flowers were picked again and the grass was back.

Dogtail grass, always there.

ps: The new chapter is about to begin, and it will still be fun to the end, so stay tuned.
Chapter completed!