1. First meeting with my wife

It was almost here—

the seventh day of the Lunar New Year in 2014. During the day, I went to Chen's house as planned. When I arrived, it was a bit quiet. Because Chen's family is a single-parent household, even though it was the New Year, it lacked a lively atmosphere. Looking at the moldy, blackened oil cup next to the gas stove at the bottom of the stairs, I guessed that the father and son hadn't cooked before.
I sat in the living room chatting with Chen about everyday things, but the most frequent topic was how to pick up girls. He kept asking me, "What should I talk about with girls?" I'm terrible at chatting with girls. To this question, I could only say I'd improvise. After chatting for a while, Chen and I discussed going out for a walk in Beiliu Street that evening. (Here I want to emphasize Chen; I'm very grateful to him. My wife and I met thanks to him, which led to the rest of our story.)
Around 7 pm, I waited at Sanjiaopo to meet my friend. Because it was the bustling New Year season, Minle Town was quite lively with cars coming and going, various congee shops, and barbecue stalls.
While waiting, I asked Chen, and he said he was picking someone up. After waiting for more than 10 minutes, Chen finally arrived. I saw a little girl in the back of the car—"This is my future wife." I looked her up and down; she looked very young, wearing a white T-shirt, jeans, and white sneakers. I asked Chen, and he said this was her younger sister. I was puzzled; I had never heard him mention having a sister before, and suddenly a sister appeared. He said she was from the quarantine area. Without asking any further questions, we went ice skating together on Beiliu Street.
Since my wife couldn't skate yet, we held her hands. Her hands were so small and delicate, so fair and tender. Her innocent little face made me want to protect her. Her voice was always soft and sweet as we talked. It felt like no time had passed before it was past 10 pm. We discussed going home, and as we went down the stairs, looking at my wife's petite figure, my protective instincts kicked in again.
When we got downstairs, we discussed what to eat, and decided on potato milk tea. We bought three servings of potato milk tea while passing through Beiliu Pedestrian Street. After dinner, Chen and I drove my wife home. When we were almost near her house, we chatted for a bit, and then she got out of the car. Under the headlights, she walked straight home, her petite figure casting a long shadow as she slowly disappeared into the darkness.
Okay, my wife's home. So Chen and I went home too. On the way, we talked about my wife. I asked, "What happened? Is this your sister? Why don't you go after her?" Chen said, "I already tried, but she said I can only be her brother.
" "Okay then! I'm single too, and I just like girls who look delicate and frail. (PS: After marriage, that delicate voice is gone, replaced by someone yelling at me, which I can't get used to...) I want to pursue my wife. Give me her QQ number, I want to try." Soon I got my wife's QQ number, building a bridge for future communication with her.

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