Ah Zheng and I broke up three years ago. One night before we broke up, we had a big fight. It was I who picked him up from the bed first, he pushed me away with his hands, I pulled his hair and his glasses off, he got angry and pushed me to the ground, I picked up a sheet in front of the dressing table The wooden stool threw him frantically, and I hit him on the forehead, bleeding out. He was so angry that he jumped up from the bed, grabbed my hands, grabbed my whole body, and threw me on the bed again. We were all amazed at how brutal and brutal we were, a man and a woman who had received considerable education, and ended up using force to solve the problem.Maybe the resentment towards a person can't be vented except by beating him.

I met Ah Zheng because of work. Ten years ago, I worked in the same newspaper office as him.I had just graduated from university journalism and joined that daily as a reporter, which was a pretty big newspaper.Ah Zheng is my editor. He entered the industry six years earlier than me and is also my senior brother. I admire Ah Zheng very much, he is a very good reporter, he taught me a lot, but at that time, he had a girlfriend.That girl is a reporter from another newspaper, they are classmates, and that girl is also a very good reporter. I didn't dare to confess my love to Ah Zheng. A few months later, he broke up with his girlfriend. I heard that she fell in love with a foreign news agency reporter and was going to get married.Ah Zheng had no time to be sad. At that time, the deputy editor-in-chief sent me and him to London, England for an interview.

We arrived in London. That year, the weather was extremely cold and it snowed in London. I brought all kinds of warm clothes, including a pair of snow boots. An experienced friend told me that it is not enough to wear ordinary leather shoes in snowy days. Get chilblains and slip easily on snow.But Ah Zheng was only wearing a pair of ordinary sneakers, and I saw him slip and fall twice on the snow. "Are you okay?" I helped him up. "It's okay, it's okay." He was embarrassed. I thought his feet must have been covered with frostbite during those few days, and I saw him walking harder and harder every day.

"What size shoes do you wear?" I asked him during an interview one day. "Number Seven. Why are you asking these questions at this time?" he asked me. "Nothing." I said. The next day, before leaving for the interview, I went to the department store and bought him a pair of size seven snow boots. Back at the hotel, he was waiting for me in the lobby. "Where have you been? We're going to be late." He said with a straight face. "You put on these shoes first, or your feet will freeze." I handed him the pair of snow boots. He was very moved when he saw the pair of snow boots.

"You...you don't need to be so polite, how much is it?" He asked me shyly. "It's a gift, you can put it on quickly, we're going to be late." I urged him. He took off his sneakers, and I saw that his ankles were covered with chilblains. "Sometimes, I suspect that you deliberately let yourself suffer this kind of pain to forget the pain of losing love." I said to him. He threw the pair of sneakers into the trash can and ignored me. I was content to see him walking on the snow in those snowshoes. On the last day in the UK, without interviews, we went to swim the Thames.

"Ah Zheng, can you forget about her?" I asked him. "Why?" he asked me. "It's nothing." I didn't have the courage to tell him that I liked him, "I don't want to see you so depressed!" He took out a dark blue scarf from his pocket and said to me, "It's for you." I didn't expect him to give me a gift, so I asked him, "When did you buy it?" "Don't worry about it!" He grimaced. I wrapped the scarf around my neck and asked him, "Does it look good?" "Nice." He said, looking at me.

We walked hand in hand on the banks of the Thames, our love affair began in England.