Xiaoyu, my friends and even my parents start to call him this now. Anyhow this is his Chinese name, actually Chinese nick name.
He was sitting there, just before me, in the chair. All his back was lying into the back of the chair. I prefer to call this chair sofa, but he told me that it was a chair.
His eyes were shining from time to time while he saw me directly into my eyes. Then I was just like swimming in the summer’s sea, warm and soft, the waves coming not to cover me, but hug me whole.
I enjoy to swim in the sea under the sun and it is just gorgeous to feel the warmth coming out all the directions to the body, evey inch of the body. And then the sea’s tender fingers are touching my skin, straight to my empty mind. My thoughts are vaporized in the sun.
He does not eat so much sweet as I usually do, but it is strange that he is so sweet. He could cook the best yummy foods in this world, but he would like to choose to hide himself behind me.
I did pancake the first time, and did not know, even now I do not know how to cook it. But I tried, and obviously I failed.
I prepared all the stuffs I need to make pancake and then pour dough into the pot. The most difficult part is to turn it over and then it became something else. He was smiling to me, “I can survive”.
The bad thing to me is I had to ride the bike with feet brake. I could say that every bicycle in China is not so difficult to learn like that and I even don't have any idea if we have such kind of bicycles in China. But he has, most people there have that kind too.
I needed to remind myself all the time, “backward is going to bake, backward”, at the beginning of the little “training”. He was far ahead of me every time, but he was always slowing down and waiting. The first part was over and then the new came. I had to handle with the slope while braking there and then starting there again. I even bursted into him and his bicycle several times, when he had already been waiting by the traffic line. He still kept himself in front of me and then turned to have a look at me several times while cycling.
We cycled to the bird tower once, even he was forced to do it at the begin, but actually he enjoyed all the views very much, just like I did.
He likes to throw stuffs instead putting them down carefully. So “Bing Bang, Bing Bang” sounds all the time while he is doing it. It seems that is cool to do so.
He becomes a big boy while staying with his parents. He acts like a spoiled boy. It is not difficult to find out that his parents do not bother by spoiling him. They love each other, I know. When three of them were just sitting by the table and looking out of window quietly, there is no doubt that they are just the family.
It seems that he never told his mom how excited he was when he found out her favorite owl collection. He told me every time when he held one kind of owl souveniors in hand, “mom likes them very much and she collects all of them.” He never forgot to pick up those little owl stuffs from the piles of the others.
He showed me around when we were at his parents’ house. Full of owls, everywhere, and dozens of them. He introduced them, the colletions, to me interestingly, like talking about his own collection. And he did the introduction about his father’s fishing too.
While stuffing self to the sofa, he looks like mind-empty. While watching the documentaries, he put all of self into it, concentrated even not hearing anything around him. While watching ice-hocky, he is only interested in his favorite team, even he told me that he liked that sports very much. When I was shouting for one goal or one failure, he was lying on the sofa and biting his fingernails.
There are much more about him, Xiaoyu, the lovely, sweet and cute Xiaoyu.
I prefer to call him Xiaozhu, because of all of the reasons.
That is him, my sweet laogong, my husband, Fredrik.