My wife was a teacher who joined the school when I graduated from college, and was responsible for guiding the writing of our group's graduation project**. It's been a few years since I graduated, and when I came back to school, I met her in the teaching building, and we had a good chat. Finally drove to pick her up on a rainy night, we were with an umbrella, and she looked very beautiful in a trench coat and long boots. I took a keen interest in her and couldn't help but pull her closer to my arms.
It's no secret that our relationship went on like this, the secret is that my wife always thought that we met by chance that day, and told many colleagues that it was fate, but in fact it was not at all. When I graduated, I was fascinated by her when I first saw her, and I liked her very much. But by that time, she was already meeting her parents with her boyfriend, and we didn't have much opportunity to meet other than teaching issues.
A few years after graduating, I heard that she was still single, so I did something very neurotic, as long as I didn't go to work, I would carry my bag to school. Especially on weekends, when I get tired of shaking around, I go to McDonald's around the school to sit and sit around, and then go around again, hoping to meet her. For two or three months in a row, the old man and I at the East Gate Commissary became very familiar.
When I go to pick her up now, she still says hello to me, thinking that my wife and I are husband and wife at school. At that time, I was informed by my employer that I was going to go on a business trip to the south, and I thought to myself that if I didn't meet her again, it might be different when I came back. As a result, on the last weekend before the business trip, I met her downstairs in Tuco, and after chatting for a while, I learned that she had changed offices. I've been going to her old office building before, and of course I haven't met her.