_588 Met a man and a woman. Soon, the man moved into the woman’s house, and the two began living together. The house was very old, with red brick walls covered in creeping vines. The Mi Zaza leaves would turn green in spring and red in autumn. At the north window, there was a pink curtain adorned with flowers and grass patterns. The curtain was very soft, and even the slightest breeze could stir it. It was always half covering and half blocking the view. Looking out from here during the day, one could see a dirt side street leading to the distant main road, bustling with activity; looking back at night, it was filled with feasting. The street was quiet, rarely seeing any pedestrians.
When the man moved in, the woman started to get busy. Each morning, upon waking up, her first thought was to prepare Jian Hao bread and heat the milk for the man so that he could have a hot breakfast. Then, in 2011, the two people would go to work. The woman always walked behind the man, shutting the door and locking it firmly before they both headed off to work. At night, after finishing work, the woman was always in a hurry to get home and open the door for the man. Since the house only had one key, she was in charge of it. Once the door was opened, it was their nest, their world of two. A double bed, meals for all four seasons. Even if the disorder was happy and messy, even if the arguments were sweet quarrels, the woman diligently managed everything. The man was very pleased with this life.
Every day, ten minutes after opening the door, the man would return and greet her. He needed such security and calmness. The woman insisted on opening the door early every day from behind the man, thinking it was her entire life. But gradually, when opening the door, the man was no longer there on time. The woman felt a little sad. Later, the man came back later and later, sometimes even in the morning. The disheartened woman didn't say anything, just went to a small street, but with the key.
The man took the keys and said: This is much more convenient. How could the woman want the man to refuse the new key? Ah, how much she wanted the man to say: Don't know since when, the man always fell asleep before she came back, using the key that belonged to him to gently open the door, then carefully lay down, sleeping silently.
In the morning, he left very early, taking part of his key. With another key, the world of two people seemed to have more entry and exit points. He no longer waited or felt remorse for her. Gradually, the woman was no longer so anxious to drive home. She began to have her own entertainment, finding some interesting things to do in her spare time, and also learned to enjoy them.
Their lives seemed to have become richer and more colorful. In this fun, sometimes, men and women even forgot to go home. They no longer saw how important the key was, often forgetting to bring it, because they knew the other hand had the key. Even if one forgot, the other could open the door and let himself back home.
However, once they couldn't find their keys. The two people were turned away. The door, once their nest, their world of two. A double bed, three meals a day... ... The two seasons quietly looked at each other, and finally, the woman spoke first. The woman leaned against the door for a long time, she thought, lost heart! Finally, she went to a small street, bought a new lock. She now had a new key.
(Editor: Juelian Red)
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