[Emotional Story] Boys and Girls (reprinted)

Strawberries

On a weekend night, while she was leaning on the bed and flipping through a magazine, she suddenly had a sudden urge to eat strawberries.
Husband, can you help me buy a box of strawberries?
He is busy designing a print advertisement on the computer.
Did you hear that? She was a little angry.
He turned around and said it was winter and there were no strawberries anywhere.
It is obviously available in supermarkets, I saw it two days ago.
Good boy, I'm busy now and will buy it for you tomorrow.
You won't go to work tomorrow, and your things won't be delivered, so why are you in a hurry?
She pouted, are you going or not? If you don't want to go, I'll go by myself.
She rolled out of bed and wanted to change clothes. He hurriedly stopped her, "Okay, okay, I'll buy it."
Hurry up and cover yourself with the quilt, be careful of catching a cold. She was wearing only her nightgown.
He sighed and saved each file.
You said you should hurry up.
He put on his coat and left. She shouted from behind, don't forget to buy an ice brick.
After a while, he came back and bought back the ice bricks, but no strawberries.
He looked apologetic, really sorry. When he got there, the supermarket just closed. This is store-bought ice cream.
" She yelled, "It's all because of your trouble just now. If you didn't buy strawberries, what's the use of buying ice bricks." Eat it yourself.
He put his arm around her shoulders, "Good boy, it's my fault. I will definitely buy the biggest and best strawberries tomorrow."
She pushed him away. Tomorrow, I don't want to eat tomorrow.
She turned her head and ignored him.
Be good, don't be a child.
After a confrontation for a while, he had no choice but to return to the computer.
He has long been accustomed to her willfulness.
In the three years since their marriage, he has been accommodating her as if he were protecting his little sister. She was also used to his tolerance.
She feels that only in front of the person she loves the most can she act like a spoiled brat and lose her temper at will, because he is the person closest to her.
Her willfulness was somewhat caused by his connivance. But who said he was eight years older than her? In his eyes, she was always a child who had not grown up.
He knew that she was actually innocent and cute, but she was just a little bit temperamental from time to time.
To her, he has always been obedient. Don't force her to do things she doesn't like.
He is already in his thirties, and his mother really wants to have a grandson as soon as possible. He also doesn't want to taste what it's like to be a father. But she was so delicate that she was so frightened that she waved her hands when he heard him mention having a child. Didn't you always say that I am still like a child? Let me have another child. Stop scaring me.
Originally they had a child, and he was ecstatic, but she was determined to get rid of the child, saying that she was really afraid of giving birth, afraid of pain, afraid of difficult labor, and afraid that her body would be deformed after giving birth. He tried hard to convince her, but to no avail.
She said, in a few years, we must have one. Please, please let me go this time.
In a few years, how many years will it take before she is willing to have a child? A flash of regret flashed through his mind.
But he looked at her helpless eyes and could only touch her soft hair lovingly. He couldn't defeat her after all.
He thought, let her grow up slowly.
He looked back to see if she was still angry, but she had fallen asleep without even covering her with the quilt.
When he smiled, he was really a child. Help her cover her up tightly.
When she woke up the next morning, her little face was flushed with sleep. He whispered in her ear and said, I will buy strawberries for you later. She snorted softly, turned over and fell asleep again.
He patted her on the back, why was she still angry? You should sleep more, I got up first.
After a nap, she had long since lost her anger. It's just putting on airs.
He put on his clothes and went out. After a while, I came back and said that there were no strawberries in supermarkets or fruit shops. I rode to Carrefour to have a look. They might have them there.
She thought to herself, it's such a cold day, so don't go out of your way to run so far. But when the words came to my lips, it turned out that it was better for you to go.
You can also buy groceries there. If you want to eat any other snacks, I'll buy them together.
Intentionally or unintentionally, she always tortured him a little.And he is always tolerant and selfless.
She got up to make red bean porridge and waited for him to come back, so they could eat together.
It's a rare occasion to make breakfast and give him a surprise. She is in a good mood.
But until the porridge was cold, he still hadn't come back.
She gradually became anxious. Is he reading computer books in Monsoon Book Garden again? It shouldn't have taken so long.
Half a day passed.
Finally the doorbell rang, and she ran out to open the door. But it's ****.
An out-of-control bus hit him.
She rushed to the scene of the accident and saw blood on the ground and strawberries rolling all over the ground. Every one was red and bleeding... She fainted on the spot.
 She would never have their child again.
She can no longer be willful to him.
From now on, she never eats strawberries again.