Chapter 8

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Although my relationship with my sixth brother is basically like sweet cookies and conjoined twins every day, there are actually times when we are unhappy.

Last week, many things were sorted out and proceeding as planned. My brother 6 and I were a little less busy than before, and we both felt like we had breathed a sigh of relief.

It may also be because he had been tense for a while, and once he relaxed, he felt like not wanting to do anything. During those two days, Brother 6 also showed signs of fatigue after the rebound. He didn't talk much and was not in a very good mood.

A girl's insecurity and sensitivity immediately started to play tricks on me.

I usually get grumpy when I wake up in the morning, sometimes it's very severe. That morning, after getting up and having breakfast, Brother 6 hardly said a word. When I went to put on makeup, he went to the bathroom. I called him twice but he seemed not to hear me and did not respond. I was instantly furious.

He didn't actually mean it, because he was a little sleepy after waking up early in the morning, so his reaction was not that quick. But I couldn't control my emotions at the time, and couldn't think of any words like "understanding is the best". I walked into the room and said a few words to him, then went to the kitchen and slammed the door loudly.

My temper basically erupts like a volcano, and then disappears immediately three minutes later as if nothing happened, but those who are present usually feel like they are on a roller coaster ride.

Brother 6 was a little confused by my scene. After changing his clothes, he quickly chased after me and said, "Wife, wait for me to leave together."

I was already changing my shoes at the entrance. I wanted to slam the door and leave, but I couldn't bear it. I stood at the entrance waiting for him to put on his shoes, with a sour face the whole time.

When we walked out the door and to the elevator, he hugged me and rubbed his face against mine. "Honey, what's wrong with you? Okay, don't be angry. I didn't mean to ignore you. I really didn't hear you."

I still ignored him.

As we walked out of the building, he held my hand and looked at me, shaking my hand for attention, "Honey, don't be angry, it's my fault."

I must have been a little angry that day, but I still didn't say anything.

"Honey, I'm leaving. Bye," he said as he saw me off to the car and said goodbye to me.

"Goodbye," I closed the car door.

Normally I would say "Goodbye, husband" to him sweetly, and then give him a hug and a goodbye kiss before leaving.

When I arrived at the company, I was busy dealing with things because I had a lot of things to do. Normally, I would tell him when I arrived at the company. After a while, he came to the company and sent me a WeChat message, but I ignored him.

Half an hour later, he sent me several WeChat messages, and his tone seemed a little unhappy. He asked me why I didn't reply to the WeChat messages and why I was so angry for no reason in the morning.

I was really annoyed at the time and didn't want to pay any attention to him at all, because I felt that if I replied, it would definitely be a bunch of explosive angry remarks. I tried hard to control myself.

Even my boss could see that my face stunk like the bottom of a pot.

The whole expression on his face was one word: whatever.

I don’t know what I’m angry about. It’s really nothing big, but I just don’t like Brother 6.

The cold war lasted until lunch. I sat on a chair, picked up my phone, and started sending him WeChat messages. All my anger in the morning turned into four paragraphs of WeChat messages expressing my dissatisfaction with him.

After sending the message, I put my phone on the table. I felt that what I said was right and that he should apologize to me.

But unexpectedly, after a while, he directly replied with several WeChat messages that made me even more furious.

If this is your attitude towards problem solving, then I don’t think I have anything to say to you.

[I've always taken my kindness to you for granted, and there's no need to say it out loud. You only care about yourself, so I don't agree with your accusations.]

I'm going back to my own home today.

I was so angry that I almost lost my mind. His words were obviously an angry response. I immediately vented my anger at him with shaking hands. I felt that the whole text was a roar.

He replied with an "Oh".

I was really furious when I saw this word. You know, the words I hate most are "oh" or "hehe".

I continued to lash out at him and state my point.

He sent: [Do you really have to be so angry this morning? How many times have you lost your temper for no reason lately?]

I ran to the bathroom with my phone, tears streaming down my face. I felt so wronged. I felt that he didn't treat me well today. I was even more angry because he said he was going back to his parents' house in the evening. I felt like I was going to collapse.

After taking a break in the bathroom by myself, I regained some of my sanity. Thinking about it carefully, nothing really happened that morning. I was probably just used to being pampered and tolerated by him, so I became more and more arrogant and wanted him to tolerate my willfulness forever. I felt that I could challenge his patience countless times and always get his understanding.

Although I only vent my anger on the people closest to me, this is actually the most inappropriate thing to do. Why should the people who love me the most bear my anger and be hurt by me for no reason? The people who love me the most should receive my greatest care and love.

When I thought of this, I immediately felt guilty again. This is how I am. After I lose my temper, I immediately know what I did wrong and feel very regretful.

After a while, I sent him four words: [Come home.]

I couldn't bring myself to admit my mistake directly, so I could only soften my attitude in disguise.

After a while, Brother 6 replied to me: [OK.]

I breathed a sigh of relief.

We didn't talk again after that. There wasn't much to do in the afternoon. After I finished my work, I looked at the time, left the office early, and quietly took a taxi to his company.

When I arrived at the lobby on the first floor of his company, I sent him a message: [Downstairs from you.]

Just after 6 o'clock, I saw Brother 6 coming out of the elevator.

He walked towards me, looking pale and ugly, with no expression on his face, but when he came in front of me, he immediately reached out and held my hand.

From the moment he held my hand, my nose felt sore.

We walked out of his company building together. There was a cold wind outside. After taking two steps, my eyes became redder and redder, and tears began to fall.

He turned his head to look at me, without saying a word, and reached out to tie my scarf tighter.

After taking two more steps, when we reached the intersection, he stopped, took my hand, and looked down at me.

I lowered my head and sobbed quietly.

He sighed and hugged me tightly.

When I threw myself into his warm embrace, I couldn't hold back any more and cried like a three-year-old child on his chest.

It has been a long time since I broke down and cried like this. I felt wronged, sad and upset, and I didn't care about my image at all.

"Okay, honey, don't be angry anymore. Be good and don't cry anymore," he said, hugging me, his voice a little hoarse as he desperately rubbed my back. "It's all my fault."

Hearing his gentle voice, I felt even more wronged and cried like a 200-pound fat man.

Maybe it is really like this. No matter how angry, unhappy or sad you are, they will disappear instantly when you see each other. Maybe it is really like this. Even if you really want to strangle the other person when you are angry, when you look back and see the other person, you will still feel that you love the other person to death.

Brother 6 kept whispering to me, rubbing my back, and kissing my hair.

I nestled into his chest and sobbed, "You said you wanted to go home, you also said oh, you also..."

"Hey," he put his face against mine, "that's all just angry talk. When you're angry, you don't think before you say anything. Don't listen to me."

"You said you wanted to go home..." I repeated this sentence stubbornly.

"What am I going back to? I'm going back to our home, just one home."

Finally, my emotions calmed down a little. Brother 6 took a taxi, and after we got in, I hugged him and continued crying.

"What were you doing when I ignored you in the morning?" I asked him with my arms around his neck and sobs.

"Dazed, angry, sitting in front of the computer doing nothing."

"What about a nap?"

"I didn't sleep. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. I didn't know what I was doing. My mind was completely blank."

"Are you really not going home?"

He sighed and rubbed my head, "How is that possible."

I hugged him and continued to act coquettishly and sob.

"Okay, don't cry, baby," he kept kissing my cheeks and touched my forehead. "Why is your forehead so hot? Do you have a fever?"

I shook my head and said "no", but he was still worried and kept touching his forehead and comparing it with mine to confirm whether I was feeling unwell.

"We'll never quarrel again," I said, calming down and hugging him.

"Okay, let's not quarrel anymore," he kissed me, "it's too tiring and sad."

"If I act unreasonably in the future, I'll give you 100 yuan. If you have a bad temper, you'll give me 200 yuan."

"good."

I hugged him and talked for a while, then he took out his phone and sent me a WeChat message.

I clicked on it and burst into laughter.

Two kissing duck emojis, plus a sentence.

I love my wife

If quarrels are unavoidable in the long years to come, I hope that every occasional quarrel will help us better understand the good in each other and our deep love for each other.

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Brother 6 commented: Although San Sui Sang is scary when she gets angry, she is still my favorite little fairy. Who can bear to be angry with such a cute baby?