Chapter 13 12

12 I just stay at home like this. I sat on the bed, closed the door, and left the window open.Today is Labor Day, sunny and cool like yesterday.I don't have to go to work early in the morning, but I feel a little strange.At this time, there will be more and more cars on the roads outside the city. People go to the summer house for the weekend, and now they are rushing back, trying to get home before the rush hour.Around five o'clock, the traffic flow will go slower and slower. The sun on the road shines on the miles-long car, and the metal body is shining brightly. The engine hung in the low gear is roaring, sitting on the car The children are all listless.But it's as quiet here as ever.

Ainsley was in the kitchen and had barely seen her today.I could hear her moving about in the hall, and I could hear her humming intermittently.I was reluctant to open the door, there had been a change in our two positions, what that change was, I had not yet thought about it, and I knew I would find it difficult to talk to her. Friday seems like a long time ago, so much has happened since that day, but now that I have cleared my mind, I thought I was too impulsive.In retrospect, the actions I took were quite sensible.Previously, it was just my subconscious mind that had the upper hand, and the subconscious mind had its own set of logic.What I do may not be quite in line with my true character, but will the consequences be so out of line?The decision to get married was a bit sudden, but now that I have calmed down and thought about it, I realize that it was actually a very wise move.

Naturally, from the time I was in high school and college, I felt that I was going to get married and have kids someday, and everyone did.I want two or four children, I don't like the number of three, and I don't agree with only one child, only children are easy to be spoiled.I never had the whims of Ainsley about marriage.Her principle is against marriage, but one cannot live by principles and must make adjustments.Peter was right, you can't hang around forever.It is ridiculous for people to be middle-aged if they are not married. They are either full of complaints or muddle-headed. There are such people in my office, and I know that very well.But though I had it in my heart, I didn't expect it to come so soon, or in this form.Of course, my relationship with Peter has long been extraordinary, but I don't want to admit it.

We're not going to be like Clara and the others when we're married.Both of them have relatively poor practical living ability, know nothing about daily affairs, and don't know how to make their home look like a home after marriage.In fact, many aspects are basically mechanical things, such as furniture, three meals a day, cleaning and so on.Peter and I should be able to keep everything organized.Naturally, there are still many details that we need to consider.Speaking of which, Peter was an ideal candidate.He's likable, sure to be successful, and he's clean, which is important as a life partner.

I can just imagine the looks on the faces of the people in the office hearing this.But I can't tell them yet, I have to work there for a while.Peter is still in the internship and we need money.Maybe we can only rent apartments at first, but in the future we will definitely have our own house, a home that really belongs to us, and we will all willingly spend some time cleaning it. I think it's time to do something useful instead of sitting here and thinking about it.First of all, I have to sort out the answers to the beer survey and write a survey report, so that I can type it in early tomorrow morning and close this matter.

Then I might have to wash my hair and my room needs to be cleaned.The chest of drawers should also be tidied up, and the extra things should be thrown away. There are a few dresses in the closet that I don’t often wear, and hanging there all the time will take up space. I should give them to the Salvation Army.There was also a lot of imitation gold faux jewelry, the kind that relatives gave for Christmas, such as pins in the shape of poodles or bouquets with tiny glass insets for petals or eyes.There is also a cardboard box full of books (mostly textbooks), family letters and two dolls that are old. I know in my heart that I will never read those letters again. I did not throw away the dolls. It's just that I feel a little emotionally unable to let go.The older doll had a cloth body stuffed with sawdust (I cut it open with scissors so I knew this), and its hands, feet, and head were solid wood, and its fingers and toes Almost all of them were bitten off, the black hair was short, and a few strands of curly hair were attached to the gauze net. Due to degumming, the cloth net was about to be separated from the skull.The doll's features have been blurred, but in its open mouth you can still see a red felt tongue and two porcelain teeth, which I remember as my favorite things in those days.It is wearing an old cloth skirt.Back then, I always put something to eat in front of it at night, but the next morning, I was a little disappointed to see that those things hadn’t been touched.The other doll is newer, with long washable hair and a rubber body.This is what I have for Christmas one year because I can give it a bath.Both of these dolls are not cute now, and I can throw them away with some other useless things.

I still haven't had time to think about the guy I met in the laundry room, or explain my behavior.That might be a mistake, just like being involuntary for a while with amnesia.But it's unlikely I'll ever meet him again, I don't even know his last name, and he has nothing to do with Peter anyway. After I clean the room, it's time for me to write a letter home.Mom and Dad will be delighted when they get the letter, they must have been looking forward to it.They're going to want Peter and I to be home for the weekend as soon as possible.I've never met Peter's parents either.

The sun was shining on my bedroom floor and I was about to get out of bed.The room was so quiet that I couldn't just pass the afternoon away, although it was nice to lean against the shady wall and stare at the empty ceiling with my legs dangling on the edge of the bed.It's a bit like sitting on a rubber raft, watching the clear sky and drifting. I have to plan well, there are a lot of things going on.