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He comes home late every day
Under the dim light
I opened my eyes
Watching him look tired
Fixed days of the month
He will bring me an American fried chicken
It was “festival day”
Later we moved
The time he goes home becomes very fixed
Noon every day
He will ride home
Bring me a bag of buns
Then
I ate buns for two semesters
Caused me to vomit when I smell steamed buns
Then i will say
I take it back to my room to eat
Wait for him to go
Sneak downstairs and throw it away
For a period of time
He is very irritable
I’ll be blamed for not being able to sleep
I will blame me if I miss the car
I went to the park on the weekend and it rained
Will blame me too
Three years later
He started to business trip
Not high frequency
Just each time lasts four years
Actually experienced
Don’t think there is anything
But always feel
He seems pretty good to blame me by his side