The person you want to marry

My parents started to make plans for me to get married again, and when I think of a marriage partner, I can't help but think of the man who used to call me 'silly girl' every day. After graduating from junior high school, I came to work alone in this strange city. Twelve years ago, one night, I passed a barber store when I came home from work. In the store there was a dirty, long-haired madman was thrown out, his clothes were dirtier than those picked up from the garbage dump. It was summer, but he was wearing a variety of clothes, thin, thick, men's, and even women's clothing. Also wore cotton pants, and tied a sweater at the waist, his hair was long as if it had not been cut for years in general.

His hair is not like a normal person is a strip, like flowing water in the head, his hair is a large pile hanging on the head, and his hair is dyed brown with dirt, face in addition to a long beard, there is dirt. After seeing me, he followed me, smiling and muttering: "Little sister, I'll go home with you tonight to sleep, I'll follow you tonight, hehehehe ......" I looked around helplessly, but everyone was busy with their things. I dare not stop, I can only go to the place where there are people, my whole body kept trembling. Some people around me began to notice me, but they looked like a joke, and no one would come out to help me. Soon, the stores on the street started to close one after another, and I didn't know where to go, and I didn't dare to go to my rented house. In this strange city,

What I had was a job as a store assistant in a small store. Here, I have no friends, no family, not even any acquaintances, the only acquaintance is the boss of my store. But after work, she was picked up by her husband and went home, I do not know how to find her, and even do not know where to find her. When I was at a loss, I saw a bar, which I had never been to before. My boss once told me: there is the most filthy place in a city. I walked in with fear and trepidation, the usual wolf-like place, but today is the only place that can save me. The madman still followed me relentlessly, I did not dare to provoke him. I was at a loss for words and walked aimlessly through the bar, knowing that no one would lend a hand to save me. I just hoped that he could get away from me quickly, but wherever I went, he followed me, as if he had to follow me. My face was terrified very white, just when I gritted my teeth to hold back the tears flowing down, a hand pulled me into his arms.

My tears were so frightened that they flowed backward, I looked at him dumbfounded, and with the dim light in the bar, I could only see his bright eyes, he took my hand and spontaneously walked out of the bar, his cold hand brought me immense warmth and peace of mind. After he sent me to the rental house, he turned around and left, leaving nothing to say, his height of one meter seven, also a hundred pounds. But his departing figure, in my eyes, is so tall and majestic. I don't know if it was at the moment he saved me, or at the moment he left, I fell in love with him. My life is still uneventful, every day is between the store and the rental house. There were times when I wanted to go into that bar again, but I never found it. There were times when I wondered if that night was a dream, because the bar I went to that day didn't exist, and the madman who followed me that day never appeared in the city again.

But one night, more than a month later, when I came home from work, I saw a thin man from a distance, leaning against the door of the rental house a little. The stars were dark that day, and I couldn't see his face, I cautiously walked over and took out the key intended to open the door, and a pair of cold and familiar hands held me into his arms, I don't know why he had only hugged me once, but I felt his arms were so warm, so familiar. I always thought that tears are a sign of incompetence, but the moment he held me, hot tears flowed out of my eyes, and he let me wipe my tears and snot them on his body. That night, he took my first kiss and slept with me in his arms all night. From that day on, he would pick me up from work every night and take me home.

My only regret is that he didn't know what he was doing during the day, and I never saw him during the day. A month later, I gave my first night to him, I like him to call me 'silly girl, which can give me a feeling of being pampered. At that time, when I got up every morning, he was nowhere to be found. But no matter what time I get up, there will be a hot breakfast on the table, so I wake up every day and feel special happiness. I thought that as long as we were willing, that was a lifetime. But ten years ago, one morning, when I went to work, I accidentally hit a blind man in the street. I immediately apologized to him, but he strangely kept sniffing at me and circled me several times. He also asked me if I had met anyone recently, and I didn't think twice about shaking my head and saying: No. Because apart from my boyfriend, I'm not sure if I've met anyone. Because in addition to my boyfriend, I contacted only the boss and customers. He took out a brush from his arms and kept drawing on my body, I was embarrassed and wanted to walk away, but my feet did not obey my command.

My body was like a stone statue that could not move half a step, except for a pair of eyes. He finally bit his right middle finger and flicked a drop of blood from his thumb to the center of my forehead, but when I reached up to wipe my forehead, I couldn't feel the blood. When I realized I could move, I immediately turned to see the blind man, but he was nowhere to be found. But I found that I couldn't even remember his figure or appearance, except that he was blind. Even what he was wearing, how he appeared, and how he left, I couldn't remember. I just feel that at that moment my heart is very uneasy, I can not care to go to work, directly back to the rental house. But when I ran back to the rental house, the man I had been in love with for more than two years was gone, as if he had never existed, as if it was a dream I had had for more than two years. But when my boss's wife asked me where the man who came to pick me up every day had gone, I knew it wasn't a dream. It was just a vivid memory, but the man was no longer there. Now, ten years later, he still hasn't appeared, but I'm still waiting for him because he's the only man I want to marry in this life.