Did not write anything in English for eight months, kick in something since COFI will start again pretty soon and I do like this site.
Anyway, it is a true story.
I met this girl in the first Sunday of last May. Two weeks later, we got married. I was 29 while she was 20.
The honeymoon is as good as it can be. I took my wife hang around quite a few places, from Guilin to Xian. (We live in Shanghai.) Although I used to travel a lot, it was my first time to flight on a first class airplane. We did have a good time. And I did love my wife, young and pretty. Please do not confused though, I am not that OLD guy. I am an average-looking person but with pretty good body shape. (I spent 30 minutes a day on exercises for the last few years, so you can figure out.) Though the money played an important role in our marriage, I have to admit it.
My wife is receptionist before we met. After we got married, she transferred to a company where my friend was the boss. Given a title, “Assistant Manger”, it was really doing nothing. The only thing I asked her to do during the day was to study English (my pal gave her a separated office, so she could be bothered by others) because I promised to bring her abroad to continue her education. She was just an professional school graduate. She was still young and she had the potential to learn. It was good for her, I always thought that way, so did her parents. (Oh, I have a Master degree myself.) This was my plan that time. We came to Montreal, while I was taking some French lessons, she could enroll some sloppy college programs. After three years, we hit it back. It did not seem difficulty for me to find a good job while she could have some job better than a receptionist or not totally rely on my connection thanks to the passport and that sloppy foreign certificate.
It is too late, I will cut it right now. I will put some more lines tomorrow. |