One evening a few days ago, I suddenly wanted to eat the spicy hot food in the vegetable market behind me, and I rushed over despite the fact that there was still a thin rain in the sky.
Maybe it's because there is still a period of time before the meal, there is no need to queue up like a long queue as usual, there are only a few people in front of me, secretly glad that I came at the right time, taking advantage of the gap between the boss making Malatang, I went to the next door to find a seat, and happened to meet a former colleague who was also eating Malatang inside, the meeting is not as good as the passion of the occasional encounter, with the fresh fragrance and sour of the spicy hot, let us recount the changes and joys and sorrows in the past ten years, and then talk about the mutton skewers with a portion of the roasted cakes in front of everyone, While feasting, I didn't forget to take a break in my busy life, talking about the ** plan for the next spring, until the bowl was empty and people dispersed for a moment, and said goodbye to each other solemnly.
Walking alone on the path home, the footsteps become extremely full, light and cheerful, a stream of joy ripples from the bottom of the heart, and the body can't help but hum a few popular songs while walking, is this the so-called happiness?
I quietly asked myself, it should be! The mediocre happiness of an ordinary woman is so hidden in the uncertainty of every second, content and not extravagant.