Adoler

My dear, in this age of “bow head clan” everywhere, you always laugh at why I always love to write to you when I have nothing to do, like a primitive who can’t play Tiktok. I always smile and say to you, “Because in the past, letters were slow, and you could only love one person.” Actually, do you know? If it weren’t for your strict management, we would still have to hide our WeChat videos. I wish I could be stuck with you every day.
How to say, being your wife is too difficult.
Every woman hopes to one day wear a pure white wedding dress and step into the sacred temple of marriage under the blessing of family and friends. But our wedding has been postponed three times, three times!
The year before last, everything had been ready, and your marriage leave was finally approved with great efforts. But the COVID-19 suddenly came, and you were ordered to be on duty in a closed unit. Seven, seven, forty-nine days, one thousand, one hundred and seventeen hours, my heart is tormenting with you, worrying about whether you will be infected, whether you will have a good sleep, and whether you will think of me on time.
Last year, the wedding invitation was sent to guests and friends by flying pigeons, but you once again stood up a pigeon. Yes, I know you are one of the top business models and firefighting experts, but our wedding can also be considered a big day. You gently scraped my nose and said tenderly, “You were once a soldier, representing China in the World Fire Rescue Championships to fight for national honor and firefighting mission. You should be proud to have such a significant other, shouldn’t you?”?
This year, even though you have already obtained your marriage certificate, you have once again postponed your wedding due to work. As a nurse, I know what it means to give up a small family for everyone. While other families are happy during the Chinese New Year and holidays, we have never met before. Either you call the police or I am on duty. If I don’t understand you, who else can understand you? Nestled in your warm embrace, listening to your promise to take me on trips, accompany me to crazy fitness, and provide me with all the time and companionship I owe. I, as a fool, even believed in your slippery tongue without realizing it.
In fact, I should be grateful that I no longer have to be awakened by the raging flames in my dreams. However, I had anticipated that this terrible day might come ten or twenty years later, but it arrived ahead of schedule.
The doctor pulled me over with a stern expression to explain my condition. That word by word was like a sharp knife piercing into my heart. I knew what “95% of the total burn area, 5% deep grade II, and 90% Hl degree; severe inhalation injury; burn shock” meant. I want to escape, I’m scared, I can’t believe you held my hand yesterday, but today I keep giving you critical illness notices, surgical notices, and death notices time and time again. How could I sign these for you? You’re so willing to let me sign these for you!
Turning to my senses, I tightly hugged the innocent yet unfamiliar little girl in front of me. I thought if it were me, I would do my best to protect her, turning my body into a copper wall and iron wall. I don’t know how much heart wrenching pain you have to endure, maybe you don’t feel any pain at all, because your eyes and heart are filled with peace and righteousness. In a daze, tears once again wet your gray photo, but you seem to be smiling at me, my hero, the hero of the people!
I’m tired, I don’t want this wedding anymore, I just want you to come back.
But you will never come back