If you happen to open this article, and willing to listen to me tell a story, then please read on slowly.
This story, this love, represents the youth of most people, including you, of course, including me.
I was in love with a girl called Zhang Han for six years, and I used to swear that I would let her fall in love only once in her life, and love only one person, and that person, was me.
But then, I broke my word.
Like most couples in the city, we broke up for reasons other than distance, buying a house, and parents' opposition. And so many of these reasons boil down to one word, which I call reality.
So you can also say this, my love, defeated by reality.
In 2015, Zhang Han got married, and when I heard it, I didn't cry, I just smiled.
Later, I drove a broken pickup truck alone, two days and two nights, to the town of Changhai, which is Zhang Han's hometown.
You read it right, a person, from Fujian to Dalian Changhai, 1943 kilometers. A lot of friends asked me why I would go there after all the breakups. I always reply indifferently, you don't understand, it's useless to say.
This is the second time I came to the place where Zhang Han grew up, and the first time was in the year we fell in love, I spent a month to brush the money of the dishes, bought a ticket to Dalian, a person secretly sat for 20 hours on the hard seat, changed three times, to Changhai.
The first time I went to Changhai, I still remembered the scene.
That day, I wanted to go straight to Zhang Han's house, but I forgot her house number, so I dialed Zhang Han's phone.
"Zhang Han, I miss you. It's been a month since we've seen each other hey!" I tried my best to suppress my inner joy and spoke in a sappy manner.
"Yeah, come to my house! Come on, come on, haha!" Zhang Han is still the usual naughty, she thought I was thousands of miles away in Fujian to cool off.
"Okay, then you tell me your house number."
Zhang Han didn't second-guess, because there was no way she could have expected me.
Around 1:00 noon, in the hot sun, I stood on the grass in front of Zhang Han's house.
"Come out, I'm here." At first Zhang Han heard it and just thought I was scaring her, then I almost swore before the gate opened slightly.
Zhang Han's eyes peeked out slightly from the doorway and looked at it, I don't know if I was nervous or happy, the door quickly closed again.
Half an hour later, I realized that she was going back to makeup.
A white dress, not long, more than the knee, a small satchel, red leather kind, this is the first time to see Zhang Han after a month of vacation.
I remember I hugged her for a whole minute. Because I set the alarm clock in advance.
It's the first time I saw Zhang Han after a month's vacation, and I remember the whole minute I hugged her because I set the alarm in advance.
Later, Zhang Han took me around the whole town, all kinds of food and drink, including, of course, her favorite hot and sour noodles, we ate two bowls of noodles, but used up the boss's wife three rolls of paper, the boss's wife also looked at us more than a glance, Zhang Han asked me why, I teased her that, because I look handsome ah! Zhang Han returned a blank stare.
The next day, I rushed to the train to go back to Fujian. The first thing I want to do is to get a good deal of money from the government, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it.
That night in Changhai, we ate snacks in front of the supermarket and watched the big mom dancing.
"I'm going to dance in the future, you have to watch from the side, know it!" Zhang Han pinched my big ears and said
"OK, OK, listen to you."
In fact, at that time, looking at those big mothers, my mind has long floated a picture:
One day, this little girl beside me, getting older and fatter,,, followed by a group of big mothers in the square dance, and I sat on the flower bed side, holding Erlang leg, smoking old cigarettes, admiring her dance, and also from time to time, open up around.
When Zhang Han was tired of dancing, I hurriedly fed her a few mouthfuls of lemon juice and let her rest.
After the dance, Zhang Han would still nag me, which new mom dances better than her, no, I have to go back to watch the video tonight to learn.
I know that Zhang Han has always been such a strong girl, even in her old age. However, in front of me, she was always soft, of course, I mean when she was hungry and wanted me to cook.
In the years that followed, the images in my head at the beginning kept appearing in my dreams, and every time I woke up from a dream, I always burned a cigarette, thinking about the past with Zhang Han, and my nose was sore, and the tears couldn't help but roll down again.
At one time, we also worked hard for love and lived without hesitation.
It is only later that we were separated.
The love between Zhang Han and me is very common, but it represents the story of many people.
I would like to record this love, because I am afraid that I will forget Zhang Han, and forget the road we walked together.