I used to hear from my elders that in the future, I should find a boyfriend or husband who is older than myself. It doesn't matter if you are much older. I am so mature that I can take care of people. Therefore, in my mind, boys and girls are very well matched. There are boys chasing me, but I refuse to be younger than me, and I will consider it when I am the right age.

In my junior year, I met a boy in the club, and we got along very well. His appearance and height are also in line with my aesthetics, but unfortunately he is two years younger than me.

Later, he began to chase me, and my sisters in the dormitory often joked that it was not bad to find a younger brother to fall in love, and the tender grass was better.

Although they were joking, I refused him because I was uncomfortable, but he refused to give up and kept chasing.

Every morning, he would say good morning to me, reminding me of any changes in the weather today and the need to add or subtract clothes. If it rains, he will also remind me to take an umbrella.

Every time I go to the library to read, he will accompany me quietly, silently and undisturbed.

If I want to go to a strange place, he will help me check the route, what car to take, where to get off, at which intersection to turn, and what landmarks are there. It's all edited, illustrated and sent to my mobile phone, very detailed.

In winter, he found that my hands were frostbitten, so he bought me a chilblain cream and knitted me a set of scarves and gloves. He said that he had studied online tutorials for a long time, and his knitting was thicker than that bought by a treasure.

A big boy is knitting gloves and scarves stitch by stitch in the bedroom. The picture is anti-ideological, but it is also warm.

At that moment, my heart was finally touched, or I actually had a good impression on him for a long time, but I just didn't want to admit it.

So we're together.

After graduation, I rented a house near the internship company, not far from the school. It's only 20 minutes by bus. He will come to see me as soon as he is free, and he is kind enough to help me clean the house and cook.

One weekend, we were going out shopping. I didn't know my parents suddenly came to Hangzhou, so I had to meet someone at the train station without saying hello.

He was particularly nervous that day and asked me all the way if my parents had any hobbies and taboos.

Later, when I really met my parents, he didn't make a fool of himself at all. He looks generous. When he got home, he personally cut the fruit, poured hot tea, exchanged pleasantries and was polite and thoughtful.

My mother should be satisfied with him at first, always chatting with him and praising him for being sensible, but after asking his age, my mother's face suddenly didn't look right.

At four or five o'clock, he got up to cook in the kitchen, but my mother said directly to him, "Xiao X, you see it's getting late, so you'd better go back to school first."

I tried to keep him, but my mother gave me a hard look and I was afraid to speak.

The figure he left behind that day was so lonely that I still feel heartache when I think about it now.

After he left, my mother has been criticizing me, saying that I have found such a small boyfriend, haven't graduated yet, and women are getting old quickly. Finding a little boy will be abandoned sooner or later and I will break up with him.

A few days later, my father returned to his hometown, but my mother didn't. She said that she was afraid that I couldn't take care of myself alone and planned to stay with me for a long time.

From then on, he asked me out, and my mother didn't allow me to go out. When he came over, my mother didn't allow me to open the door for him, and I was forbidden to meet him by various orders.

At that time, I was really a coward and didn't know how to fight, so I hurt him again and again.

Finally, we broke up and deleted all the contact information, but I didn't want to delete the previous photos, just exported them to the computer and hid them.

After a while, my dad said that my aunt found me a unit in my hometown, and the salary was similar to that in the system. Very stable and relaxed, so I hurried back. My mother always said it was a good opportunity and I wouldn't miss it. I agreed.

On the day I went back, I was preparing to enter the station. I turned my head unintentionally, but I saw a familiar figure. It's him.

Probably someone saw the circle of friends I posted the day before and told him, because we still have a few close friends at school.

He stood at a distance, looking at me like that, looking miserable, like an abandoned puppy. My eyes turned red at once. I really want to rush over and hug him desperately, but the reality is not a Korean drama after all, and I have no courage. Finally, I left.

I have been back to my hometown for several years. Although we haven't contacted again, I often secretly rape his Weibo to see what he is doing. I hope he can find a new girlfriend and start a new life, but I don't want him to find it for fear that he will forget me.

I am really a selfish and contradictory person.

Later, I talked about two boyfriends, and it didn't take long. I always feel that everything is wrong. The second boyfriend is a mother. Ask her before making a decision. He is so stingy that he even asked me AA for a cup of milk tea. Later, I broke up with him.

In fact, sometimes I think, why am I not a mother? I listen to my mother. You can't even defend your lover without your own opinions.

At the age of 28, I finally decided to get rid of my mother's control, quit my boring job and prepare to go back to Hangzhou, the city where my university is located. I still like it there.

I rebelled against my mother for the first time in my life. My mother probably hasn't adapted yet. She argued with me for many days, even returned my ticket behind my back several times and hid my suitcase.

But one weekend, she suddenly changed her mind and offered to help me buy a ticket, and even helped me pack my clothes and shoes. She is very enthusiastic.

Until I got on the train, I still felt puzzled, wondering what happened to my mother. Later, my aunt told me that my mother quietly went to save my life. Teacher Ren said she wouldn't stop me from going to Hangzhou, saying that my marriage had actually arrived long ago, but she abruptly cut it off, but it's not too late to save it, and please ask my mother not to be so conservative. It's no shame for a girl to find a husband younger than herself.

My heart jumped at that time. Isn't that what the gentleman said? Can we really be together again?

After talking about two boyfriends for so many years, should he have his own new life? Besides, how can he accept me after I hurt him like that?

I have been struggling for several days, trying to figure out how to pretend to ask my friend about him unintentionally. As a result, a friend asked me to go out to karaoke and said that I had finally returned to Hangzhou and we could get together.

Of course I said yes, because that friend has a good relationship with him. I think he might come, too.

When I arrived, several friends were there, and I was a little disappointed without him. That friend read my mind and joked, "Don't worry, XX will come soon."

Everyone is laughing, and my face is burning. I'm nervous at the thought that he will come late. I'm worried that my hairstyle is not beautiful enough.

Later, the door of the box opened and he came. Compared with before, he doesn't seem to have changed much, but he is more mature and better-looking.

But before I could be happy, I saw a girl with short hair behind him, very cute and with a baby face, and my heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

He came to greet me, greeted me, was polite, and I smiled back at him.

I drank a lot that day, and he stopped me halfway, but I said, "You are nobody to me. Why should I care?" I returned it.

In the evening, we came out of KTV and went home separately. He was not at ease and said he would send me. I wouldn't let him, but he was tough. He stuffed me into a taxi and got on the bus himself.

The car wobbled and I felt uncomfortable. I threw up when I got off the bus. He helped me home, cleaned me up, handed me water to gargle and cooked me some hangover soup.

Seeing his busy appearance, I felt as if I had gone back to the past.

Finally, he washed my clothes and hung them on the balcony, ready to go. There was only one thought in my mind at that time: you can't let him go. If he leaves, you'll never find him again.

Maybe it's really the wine that scares people. I jumped up from the sofa and hugged him tightly.

I wanted to do this six years ago at the train station.

I don't remember what I said later, but according to him, I just kept saying, "Don't go, I won't let you go." "You can't go anywhere, right here."

I have read these two sentences back and forth dozens of times, just like a repeater.

Anyway, he didn't leave that day, but stayed with me all night.

After that, we slowly resumed contact. Later, I learned that it was his sister and younger sister who he took to KTV that day. Really, I stopped talking, and I ate a vat of vinegar for nothing.

On the last day of that year, he asked me out for dinner. In the countdown, he kissed me and we officially got back together.

Later, when my mother learned about it, she sighed on the phone and said that her husband was right. Then she said, both of you are not young. Let me meet your father and his parents next time.

Now that we have obtained the certificate, the house I bought in Hangzhou is decorated in my favorite style, which is particularly beautiful.

Now you ask me: is the love between brother and sister really fragrant?

Answer: well, item! More fragrant than fish-flavored shredded pork! Before it's too late, get down to business.

Older boys do know more about girls, but we have to understand that this is all the experience of others. Maybe many times our girls' little minds will be seen through, and I have never liked this feeling of being seen through ~

Younger boys are really more energetic. Whether you live or study, when you integrate into their circle, you will find yourself getting younger every day. It's really a wonderful feeling to be able to do what I did at the age of twenty with a completely different mentality.

In fact, most love rat were not born, and many of them were hurt in their first love, which led them to distrust their feelings. So many boys of the same age who you think are not bad have stopped believing in feelings to some extent. Instead of being suspicious when dealing with them, it is better to get along well with this younger brother and cultivate him into a big male god who belongs to him only.

I am 30 years old and have been in contact with boys since I was almost 26 years old. Not long after we met, we talked about work, materials, cars and houses. I am a Libra, a very free person, and I don't like bondage. No matter how old I am, I still hope that my marriage can start with feelings, slowly pave the way, and finally come to fruition. And my younger brother has time and patience to accompany me.

The above is just my personal opinion. There is no absolute good or bad love between brothers and sisters. The most important thing in feelings is feelings, which has nothing to do with age. I hope older girls are braver ~