I don't know what was going on in my head that day. I swept a bicycle directly on the side of the road, faced the cold wind, gritted my teeth and rode to my best friend's unit. Who knows, the first thing she said when she saw me was, are you stupid, not too cold? Why don't you take a taxi? The tone is full of anger. I wasn't angry at that time. I smiled instead and grabbed her coat. She put her coat on me and said that the child was cold. The tone is full of spoil for me.
In fact, this kind of scene is not uncommon in my relationship with my best friend. It rained in the middle of the night when she was in a bad mood. I took her to a barbecue and then slipped across the street. Sneaking into the unit in the morning to give her breakfast provoked her students to say, no wonder the teacher can't lose weight. When she is in an emotional quagmire, she cries with her, laughs with her, and plays with all kinds of things she wants to play with (of course, she has done nothing illegal). I also listened to her advice after complaining about her bad work and life.
However, when it comes to food, I am almost always the one who is fed. My best friend can cook my favorite dishes. I can order in front of him without fear, and I can wait every day. Of course, I am responsible for washing dishes occasionally. I remember that we drank beef soup for more than half a month in a row, and finally we all walked with our stomachs full, and we both laughed silly all the way.
In fact, no matter whether you are a best friend, family or friends, no matter how far or near, no matter how long you get along with each other, you will not be alienated, let alone unfamiliar.
No matter far or near, no matter sooner or later, you are your angel of happiness, and I will always be with you.