Silently sitting in front of the computer, lit a cigarette. "Autumn Whisper" is soothingly floating in a quiet space, soot drifts inadvertently from the fingers, and thoughts are traced back in time and space...
When he married his wife, he did not hold a grand ceremonial ceremony. He did not want to go for fashion, nor did he want to change his habits. It was because he was really shy. As fathers walked early, their mothers had low incomes, so the life in their homes was often overstretched.
There was no grand wedding. Naturally, those red tapes were saved. However, the wedding gift was still given. The wife bought me an ashtray.
His wife loves blue especially. The curtains, bedspreads and even cups in the house are basically blue. The ashtray is certainly no exception. Although it is just an ordinary glass ashtray, it is extraordinarily exquisitely clear in the sun and is very beautiful. Through it, we seem to feel the color of the sea after thousands of sails have passed, and the colors of the birds that soared. It can be seen that the wife must have done a lot of work when choosing.
At that time, we all graduated shortly afterwards. When we talked to each other, we often had a sour grip in the student's chamber. I asked her: "Didn't you always object to being an addict? How could you think of sending me this?" His wife's answer made me wonder: "I like the way you look when you smoke." Sour? Haha) "Do you like it?" she asked again. "Of course!" Actually, I really like it, and I am therefore happy, a kind of pleasure.
The day after marriage was getting better and better. When my son was two or three years old, various toys had already filled a corner of the room, but he liked to play with my ashtray. It is said that he used to change the law to "do it" when I was absent. However, once I was bumped into it, I absolutely cannot "tolerate it." Not because it is more important than the son, but because I can't tell exactly why.
As time goes by, family "civil war" is indispensable. After several rounds of tongue-to-mouth fighting, it was always his wife. The son seems to have already figured out my temper. Every time at this time, he hurriedly took the ashtray and ran: "My dad, come and smoke." Everything would be silent, naturally.
In the domestic chores, what I hate most is washing dishes and bowls, so I basically don't do it, except for ashtrays. Every night before going to sleep must be clean, dry, put on the desk, baby like "for". My wife often joked me and said: "The brush is clean than the rice bowl. After that, you just use it for dinner!"
Those objects that were purchased at the time of marriage are now gone as the years pass. Only the only blue ashtray left behind will accompany us through the passing time and will surely accompany us to a better future.
The night was already very deep and my wife had fallen asleep. I still sit at the computer and follow my thoughts and wander around the keyboard with my thoughts. In a faint light, the beloved ashtray quietly shines beautifully and brightly...