That night the ashtray was shining brightly
Quietly sitting in front of the computer, lit a cigarette. "Autumn Whisperer" floats quietly in a quiet space, the ash floats carelessly from the fingers, and the thoughts trace back in time and space
When he married his wife, he did not hold a grand ceremony. He doesn't want to pursue fashion or change his habits. That's because he's really shy. With their father leaving early, their mother's income is very low, so their family life is often too tense.
There is no grand wedding. Naturally, these were festivals are preserved. However, wedding gifts are still given. My wife bought me an ashtray.
His wife likes blue in particular. The curtains, bedspreads and even cups in the house are basically blue. Ashtrays are no exception, of course. Although it's just an ordinary glass ashtray, it's very clear and beautiful in the sun. Through it, we seem to feel the color of the ocean after thousands of sailboats passed by, as well as the color of flying birds. It can be seen that the wife must have done a lot of work in choosing.
At that time, we all graduated soon. When we talk to each other, we often feel uneasy about the students' rooms. I asked her, "don't you always object to being a drug addict? How did you think of sending this to me? " His wife's reply made me wonder, "I like the way you smoke." Acid? Ha ha "do you like it?" She asked again. "Of course!" In fact, I really like it, so I am very happy, a kind of happiness.
The day after marriage is getting better and better. When my son was two or three years old, toys had filled a corner of the room, but he liked to play with my ashtray. He is said to have changed the law to "do it" in my absence. However, once I encounter it, I absolutely can't "tolerate it". Not because it's more important than a son, but because I can't say exactly why.
As time goes on, family "civil war" is indispensable. After several rounds of verbal fighting, he was always his wife. The son seems to have discovered my temper. Every time at this time, he hastily picked up the ashtray and ran up: "my father, come to smoke." Naturally, everything will be silent.
In the housework, I hate washing dishes and bowls most, so I basically don't do it except for the ashtray. Every night before going to bed must be clean and dry, on the table, baby like "change". My wife often jokes, "brushes are cleaner than rice bowls, and then use them for dinner!"
The things you buy when you get married disappear over time. Only the only blue ashtray left behind will accompany us through difficulties, and will certainly accompany us to a better future.
It was deep that night, and my wife was asleep. I'm still sitting in front of the computer, roaming around the keyboard according to my own ideas and thoughts. In the weak light, the beloved ashtray quietly shines with beautiful and bright light.