The woman went out traveling, leaving the man alone at home. With the woman not at home, the man drank beer and kept changing TV channels. At that moment, the girl's call came in, and she said, "I'm free with nothing to do, can I come over?" The man said, "Well... no, I'm about to go out." In fact, the girl was already downstairs at the man's building. The girl was the man's subordinate, and she had shown her liking for him many times, but the man had cleverly rejected her each time.
The girl was carrying many things, including a bottle of red wine, and stood at the man's doorstep. The man said, "Then let me cook!" The girl said, "No need."
She then busied herself in the kitchen.
In another room, the man began calling familiar friends to come over for a meal, but none of the friends were available.
After a while, the girl was already calling him. He went to the kitchen and froze suddenly. The girl had brought him a plate of steaming hot dumplings, his favorite food. But usually, he and the woman were too busy to have time to make dumplings. Two plates of dumplings, a few small dishes, and a bottle of red wine, and the gentle smile on the girl's face stirred his heart.
He couldn't explain why, but when the girl wasn't paying attention, he turned off his phone and closed the balcony curtains. He could hear the sound of his own heartbeat. After finishing the bottle of red wine, the girl said she felt dizzy and softy collapsed into the man's arms. The man admitted that the girl was beautiful, and he held her tightly. Only at that moment did he feel how fragile her body was. His heart trembled sharply. The girl fell asleep on his bed, and he gently closed the door.
At that moment, the living room phone rang—it was the woman and their child calling. The man continued drinking beer and endlessly changing channels. He could clearly hear the girl's faint breathing, but he tried hard to keep his heart calm, calmer and calmer.
When the girl woke up, it was already the next morning. The man had stayed awake all night and prepared breakfast for her. During the meal, the girl asked, "Don't you like me?" The man said, "I like you." "Then aren't you lonely?" she pressed on. "A little!" "But... are you afraid I'll pester you?" The girl asked with a pout, disappointed.The man said seriously, "Life is a kind of responsibility, like this bowl of porridge and fried egg. Even though eating it every day feels tasteless, you still have to make it and eat it daily. Sometimes you even find it unpleasant, but if you don't eat, your heart feels empty." The girl remained silent. After seeing the girl off, the man felt an unprecedented sense of relief. Love is a kind of honesty, and it requires a price to be paid. If you don't love, or cannot bear it, then you shouldn't easily open your heart. Temptation and loneliness are not reasons for infidelity.
