Qiao Hai gently opened the box, and the first thing that entered his eyes was a certificate of award: it turned out to be her wife's certificate of honor!

The first one is the scholarship certificate, the second one is the certificate of outstanding cadres, the third one is the certificate of outstanding party members... The last one is the first prize of the essay contest "Who is the Passerby of Who's Life". A magazine is pressed under the certificate, and Qiao Hai gently opened it. There is an article signed by Mu Yan in the catalog:

Who is the passerby of whose life

——Written for "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree"

You are the hawthorn tree in your life.

——Preface

Meeting is like the floating fluffy flying in the sky in spring, and inadvertently breaks into another person's world; meeting is like a rainstorm in summer; it comes so suddenly and a little overwhelming; meeting is like maple leaves in autumn, coming so fiercely, but leaving so quickly; meeting is like snowflakes in winter, although they have melted, they have left endless nostalgia in their hearts.

Who once believed that you were the hawthorn tree in my life; Who once believed that you were the answer to life; Who once insisted that you were the thousand-mile horse, arrogantly thought that I was your mentor; Who once insisted that you were the prince, and I was the princess in your fairy tale.

It’s like having a chance to meet in thousands of years of reincarnation, so it’s destined to be the illusion of déjà vu in this life. Deep down in my heart, I believe that it is the protection of each other’s life, allowing life to measure the depth of love.

Because we have love in our hearts, we work hard to persevere, forget the difficulties, and delete the word "giving up" from our life. In addition to perseverance, we still persevere, and in addition to hard work, we still work hard. A beautiful dream is buried deep in each other's hearts, and a beautiful fairy tale in our world. It never loses color because of life, and never erases from each other's world because of difficulties. Instead, it becomes more flavorful and more confident because of these difficulties. From then on, we no longer think that you are not a passerby in my life, but a returnee.

Because of your companionship, I forgot to guess. Who will be a passerby in whose heart, and I forgot to think about who will be a passerby in whose life.

It was you who pretended to be too great, and you thought you would be the big tree in my life, using your huge body to block the stormy days for me; it was you who imagined yourself too strong and stubbornly thought that you were my life's guardian; it was my wrong feeling that you would not leave, but enjoy the warmth you brought.

Love is not an illusory romance, love is not a sorrow covered by vanity, love is not an illusion of impulse for a moment, and love is not an exclamation of "if life is just like the first meeting".

Love is a responsibility, a willingness to bear the life of each other, and willingly without regrets; love in life is mutual cherishment after each other's trampling through the mud together; love requires us to spend our whole life to taste it carefully.

It is the stories in myths that make us too naive, and the endings in fairy tales that make us too extravagant.

Looking at each other among the hazy clouds and mist, you can still see your painful moonlight and the tragic deep in your heart. I tried hard to treasure you, but I saw the parting and looked at you again.

I never knew who would be a passerby in my life; I never knew who would be a passerby in my life. Because I had never thought too much about the days I had passed by each other and never took all this as an imagination.

Whoever gives hope, whoever holds it tightly. It’s not that you and I don’t let go, but that love has never let go of each other.

The disappearance of a life makes it impossible for each other to protect each other but never takes away each other's dreams. It is a guardian of life, and it is the tenacity in life. Strong support for each other to live in this world. Because of love, we have never been disappointed.

Let love convey the dreams between you and me, and let love ignite the hope of life. Even if life is gone, love will never die. The light of dreams will always shine, allowing it to never die.

Because of love, you no longer care about who will be a passerby in whose life; because of love, you are no longer a passerby in your heart, but a returnee.

postscript

You will always be the hawthorn tree that lives in my heart.

Qiao Hai read the article written by his wife word by word, and suddenly felt uneasy. In this article, it was clearly a person's steadfast entanglement with love. Look at the time, it was written by her during college. It was the man who once gave her inspiration. What kind of man was he? What kind of magic did he use to make her crazy for it!

Does she still have him in her heart? Do she have the ability to make her forget him?

Her words clearly show that she has long regarded him as a belief!

The magazine in Qiao Hai's hand slid down gently.

When Mu Yan came back with exhaustion, Qiao Hai had already fallen asleep.

She tiptoed onto the bed and gently hugged him from behind, but Qiao Hai's body naturally turned over. The hands that Mu Yan had just hugged were empty. Mu Yan tried several more times, but she still failed.

Finally, Mu Yan simply turned to the side and fell asleep in disappointment.

But she couldn't sleep. At this time, she hoped that Qiao Hai could hug her and talk to her at night. Participating in the bidding project means that she might be in a state of black and white reversal on a business trip for a long time. She not only hoped to get Qiao Hai's understanding and support, but also hoped to share her recent state with him. It seems that the man in front of her is not suitable for whispering between couples at all, and even normal conversations made Mu Yan feel very difficult.

After thinking about it, she decided to give up. However, the bidding was running at high speed in her mind. According to the past practice, where the bidding location was, the team responsible for the project was the site of the project for a period of time. She saw that the information was about Huacheng, and the city she was in was in the central part of Greater China, which was really a bit far away!

She felt that no matter what, he should choose to support her. After all, working hard and improving together is also a channel for the marriage to move forward steadily. He should understand such a simple truth...

At this time, only he knew whether Qiao Hai was actually asleep. On one side, Mu Yan turned around and Qiao Hai suffered from insomnia all night. The two suddenly changed from one world to two worlds. The unreliable marriage breeds gaps.

The next morning, Mu Yan started another day of charge. When she went out, she did not lean into Qiao Hai's arms as usual. Instead, she looked at the man sleeping soundly on the bed when she left. He was still handsome. It added a bit of a manly charm than when she met him five or six years ago. She had known him for five or six years. Mu Yan thought about it and opened the door.
Chapter completed!