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Aventure
To get to know a beautiful girl, there are many ways as described in the book.
For example, go to the library.
The museum was deserted as usual. The scent of books mixed with the warm smell of the electric heater came. You are flipping through a comic book on the first row of bookshelves boredly, by Zhu Deyong. At this time, you caught a glimpse of a fashionable and dignified girl in your peripheral vision. As soon as she walked into the door, her eyes lit up. Not because of you, but because I found a book on the table in the library, "A Thousand-Year Sigh" by Yu Qiuyu. She grabbed the book and flipped through the pages eagerly. Then, with the book in her arms, she began to turn around and search for the staff. You hesitated for a moment and walked over. Naturally, she smiled. You smiled too. "Want to read "A Thousand Years Sigh"?" "Yes." She put down the book and lowered her head to unzip the Kun bag, apparently looking for a library card. Soon the slender yet sensual little hand took out the library card. This is a pink plasticized loan card. For students only. Then she awaits further action from you. But you said nonchalantly, "I'm not a librarian. I'm here to borrow books too." She was stunned and looked around suspiciously. You take out your library card. This is a silver-gray plasticized loan card. For citizens only. "So, where is the librarian?" "I heard from people in the newspaper reading room next to me that there is something going on at home, and I won't be able to come for a while." Immediately, she showed an anxious look. "Then what should I do? It doesn't matter if I make one more trip, but what if the book is borrowed by someone else again? Last time I asked, I said there was only one copy and it was borrowed." "Oh, haha, I borrowed it. "She then took a serious look at you. You are a little excited and a little uncomfortable. You have an idea. "Let's do it, I'll help you." "Can you operate that computer?" "No, that's not what I mean. The computer is password protected. I mean we exchange books with each other. I'm fine, just waiting here. Just wait until the librarian comes back. "Oh, yes. Thank you." She went to her bag and took out the book she wanted to return. She was a little embarrassed when she took it out. You saw the title of the book, "Emotions and Sexuality of Chinese Women", written by Li Yinhe. You said, "I happen to want to read this book too." She ignored you, exchanged books, and turned to leave. You hurriedly called her, "Hey, wait a minute." You said you had to copy her library card number so that you could go through the formalities easily. "Oh. I'm so confused." Then the pink library card appears in front of you again. You carefully copied down the library card number. You couldn't help but laugh when you saw her name. "Pantene, haha." "That's what they called it originally. It wasn't changed after shampoo came out." In fact, what you think of is not shampoo, but PANTIE, women's underwear. She reluctantly looked at your silver-gray face on the table, "Haha, your name is Wang Zhiwen?" While laughing, you asked her for her contact number seriously, saying that if you have any trouble with the procedures, you can contact her at any time. .
This is how the story of Pan Ting and Wang Zhiwen kicked off. The development behind the fiction may have exceeded my imagination. To be honest, many years ago, I read a story written by a senior about hooking up with someone in a library. Because it was so old and my memory was blurry, I had to move the setting to the 21st century when I retell it.
There are many similar stories about meeting beautiful women through chance encounters and a little bit of scheming, and I read them with relish when I was young at the time. But then I forgot all about it. Presumably they are too dramatic and contrived to be imitated in real life.
After graduating from college, I changed jobs once, settled down at work, and started looking for a girlfriend. At this time, I noticed a girl who lived in the same single building.
She looks so pretty when she walks. It is a bit similar to a race walker, except that it does not have the sharpness and brute force of an athlete, but retains the vigor and rhythm. Like a spring under your feet? However, it is inappropriate to say this, as it gives people the impression of frivolity. In short, it is a less ostentatious willow in the wind, less childish and light and bright. Her shoulders are flat and broad, her waist is straight and slender, her arms are swinging vigorously, her head is straight and still, but the ends of her athletic hair are swinging with her steps. I just stared at her and never got tired of it.
I spotted her a few afternoons at work. I slowly summarized her shift. She worked one day and had three days off. I guess she works on the phone line in the factory. I seem to have heard someone say that girls in the telephone class have a relatively free time at work. They can take three days off after working one day.
During this period, the factory held a training class for new employees. College and technical secondary school students who were transferred or assigned like me were gathered together for English training. I met several girls, Xiao Yang, Xiao Li and Xiao Wang in the class. They are all in their twenties and have student accents. In fact, they are fresh graduates from a technical secondary school in the provincial capital. Their dormitory is next to the girl's.
One evening, I brought her a letter from Xiao Yang’s alma mater. Xiao Yang let me eat specialties such as sesame candy from her hometown. I was polite and ate it anyway. There happened to be a young female worker playing in their dormitory. I took the opportunity to ask her about the situation in the dormitory next door. She said that the fat and dark one was called Zhang Xiaomei, and the white and thin one, who walked like a gust of wind, was He Yan from the telephone class. Their batch was all assigned after graduating from technical school two years ago.
I was secretly happy, but I remained calm. In order to avoid exposing any traces, I turned around and talked to Xiao Yang about her hometown, which is rich in sesame candy.
A few days later, after work in the afternoon, I saw He Yan washing clothes and rubber shoes at the other end of the pool. I returned to the dormitory, changed out of my coat, combed my hair, picked up the washbasin, and went to the sink. As soon as she got there, she was dumbfounded. Several washers and dishwashers occupied the water faucet next to her. I went to the end of the sink and washed my clothes in a dull manner. After a while, the dishwasher next to her left, but I was too embarrassed to get close to her again.
After dinner, when it was getting dark, I went to the bathhouse down the slope to take a bath. I saw the figure in front of me, it was He Yan. I panicked, my heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and I was a little out of breath. I quickened my pace. She also took a washbasin, towel and other items and walked down the slope. When I saw her wearing slippers, I felt a little reassured. I could always catch up.
I am only two steps away from her. I felt like there was an invisible spring between us. As I got closer, huge pressure pressed on my chest and abdomen. I endured it, looking here and there to distract myself. I was thinking, this is what I call excitement.
I was almost touching her, so I mustered up the courage to shout: "Xiao He." She hesitated for a while, then turned her head.
I introduced myself, and then we walked side by side, chatting. We should be considered fellow villagers. We all grew up in a city a hundred kilometers away in the middle reaches of the Yangtze River. Our parents and relatives are also there. When she arrived at the door of the bathhouse, she patted a child running around in the way on the shoulder and said, "That's so naughty." Then she handed two cents to the female bathhouse manager and said, "The five cents can be counted as next time." Then she went in. . I went to the men's bathhouse, took out one yuan and fifty cents, and bought ten tickets.
I didn’t see He Yan for the next two days. Our English training class conducted a test and I came first. Several girls playfully pestered me to ask questions, half-seriously asking me to facilitate them in future tests. I don't know where they heard that the scores in the English test are related to the jobs they will be assigned in the future. I saw there was an empty seat in the first row, so I moved to sit there. My deskmate was Xiao Yang, who gave me sesame candy that day. She was quiet and delicate, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and looked like a scholar.
After another two days, He Yan was still not seen. My heart was full of doubts and uneasiness. During this period, there was a grand theatrical performance in the factory to commemorate the 20th anniversary of the factory. Enjoyed a relatively high-level song and dance performance. I couldn't take my eyes away from it, and my throat was filled with smoke. I feel a desire that I can’t name, let’s call it “the desire for beauty.” It makes you restless, but you don’t know how to satisfy it. You may want to become a gas, become a liquid, disappear yourself, and merge yourself with beauty. But this is impossible. Maybe you will work hard to pursue and possess, but you will still find: "My enthusiasm has been exhausted by you, but you are still you."
It snowed heavily, and dripping water turned into ice. Xiao Yang's hand was injured because he fell on the ice. She pitifully said to us: "Now I believe someone fell down and died." The teacher praised her and said that every time she came to the classroom, she was clean. She thought we were on duty in turns, but later she realized that in fact, we were always on duty. It was Yang Ling who was cleaning alone. Xiao Yang blushed and lowered his head.
I saw He Yan again today. I guess she may have gone back to her parents a few days ago. I knocked on her door in the evening. No one. Probably went to work.
It was raining and snowing, and the wind was cutting like a knife. My limbs were frozen, but my mind was on fire. I was walking quickly against the wind and snow, and suddenly there was a flash of blue light above my head, and then there was silence. I was startled: Is this an earthquake, or am I insane?
I walked around the door of the production dispatch building of the factory where the phone shift was located.
Come closer, then back away. I seemed to hear her voice, but I didn't know which room it was in. Since she was talking, there was more than one person in the room. Even if I push the door open and see her, what should I say? Said that I came to see you if I had something to talk about? Or do you mean that you have nothing to do and just came here to visit? In such bad weather, my face was red from the cold and my teeth were chattering. Is this a drop-in visit?
Think of ways to cheer yourself up, such as viewing life as a drama, viewing encounters as a dream, and viewing others as phantoms or little creatures created by the mind. I am the only truly great creature, what is there to be afraid of if I have to act once and condescend to him once?
But you just can’t lie to yourself. You find that you can't be your own master at all. You don't want to blush, but you want to blush; you don't want to stutter, but you want to stutter; you want to look calm and generous, but you want to be embarrassed and hide it.
I walked in and out of the building. On the ice are my clueless footprints. There was a homeless dog ten meters away. It stared at me blankly, not afraid of the cold, and drank from the puddle of ice water.
I had to go back. On the road, I saw a shivering worker going to work the night shift. I can't even ride in this weather. They were also suffering in the ice and wind with me.
Back in the dormitory, the fluorescent lights flashed from time to time, as if there was a power outage. I stood in front of the window, listening to the sound of ghosts crying and howling outside. The fluorescent lamp dimmed again, and a yellow-green light flashed outside. I thought the power went out, but unexpectedly it came on again a second later. I felt terrible and didn't know if I was in the human world. Everything is irrational. I suddenly understood that the greatest fear is the fear of the unknown.
Another day passed and the weather became sunny. I sat at the door, with the bright and warm sun in front of me and the ice below. The ice was a centimeter thick. Some scattered small ice cubes were parked on the windowsill in strange shapes. On a larger ice brick, I carved her name. From a certain angle, the strokes are bright, but gradually they become blurred.
In the afternoon I noticed He Yan was alone in the dormitory. I'll knock on the door. The door opened after just two knocks. "Come in. Is something wrong?" I hesitated, incoherently. But she generously asked me to sit down and told me that there was a newspaper on the table. He also said that he was very sorry. He only got up after taking a nap and the quilt was not even folded. I quickly said it didn't matter.
She turned around and continued cutting radishes, saying that she brought them to work as a late-night snack. Then I sat there for over an hour. Ask each other questions. During this time she stood sideways, sometimes facing each other. I kept sitting with my legs crossed and my hands clasped around my knees.
We talked about family, study, work, etc. She mentioned that she has a twin sister. Her father sent them to school when they were barely six years old. At that time, the school had stricter age control. Their father said to them: "If the teacher drives you away, just cry loudly and stay there." When she repeated these words, she also curled her lips. Her childlike attitude was really heart-warming.
I noticed that she always kept to herself. She said yes, I like peace and quiet. I don’t know what the people next door are called. When I have nothing to do, I just stay in the house, read books, listen to music tapes and so on.
I tentatively asked her if she had a boyfriend. She hesitated and said she wanted to be transferred to her parents a hundred kilometers away. I don’t know if this means there is a boyfriend over there, or if he will be transferred back and look for her again.
She has a self-study college diploma in English and said she wanted to attend classes with us. I said "Okay" and encouraged her to listen, but she said it didn't seem appropriate.
I returned to my dormitory, feeling very comfortable. A little excited again. Looking back, I noticed a pair of brown-red rubber shoes hanging at He Yan's door, like a pair of cute squirrels. I began to imagine how she would react if I put a letter in her rubber shoes. I even thought of a good beginning for this letter: "I know you are hesitant." But how to continue?
At this time, Yang Ling from the training class was wearing her Walkman headphones and timidly came over to ask me a few English questions. She studied very seriously in class, but because she grew up in a rural area and had a poor foundation, she found it difficult. I guided her patiently. She said she hoped I could give her more advice in the future. I said no problem. She went happily.
I went to buy a new pair of shoes on Sunday. Walk with great care. I went to the phone class. Knock on the door outside the switchboard. He Yan opened the door and was a little surprised to see it was me.
She repeatedly asked me to sit down and said that I could read the newspaper on the table.
I said I wanted to take a look, so I went to the program-controlled computer room to have a look.
I transferred out and was about to chat with her when a call came in. It was from the internal line. She said, "Let's do this. You call 333 and I will explain to you." After that, she hung up and stood up. Go to the computer room to answer the call.
This process is very long. Several times during this period, she came over to answer outside calls here, and then went to the computer room to continue talking. She also said a few words to me, why a certain master comes here to play at this time every day, but I don’t know why he didn’t come today. He also said that in fact, according to the rules and regulations, it is not allowed to visit during work.
The call over there is over. She came back and took down the account without saying a word. I recorded four minutes for the long distance just now.
At this time, a strange young man pushed the door open and came in. He looked at me and said, "Rare visitor." I asked him which unit he was in. He said it was our factory. "What are the details?" "Factory office." She asked him to sit down, and he said, "Are you so polite to me?"
Later I heard him say to her, "Write a letter to your mother. If not, I will." That's what happened. Some arguments. They all went to the door, muttering under their breath. He Yan also looked back at the indicator board from time to time. The yellow light flashed to indicate that there was an outside line coming in.
After a while, he turned and walked out the door. He turned back again without saying a word. Soon I heard him say: "If he doesn't leave, I won't leave either." I couldn't tell who he was talking about. They both stood facing each other in silence, behind the glass door outside the cubicle.
I noticed that when I first arrived, she seemed relatively peaceful. Her face was flushed because of the heating, and she looked very good-looking. Later, he became impatient and seemed to destroy the original harmonious beauty.
I haven’t read a newspaper for a long time. I carefully browsed through the stack of newspapers and magazines she had just brought over, including local daily newspapers, Health Digest, Workers Daily, China Building Materials, etc.
After reading the newspaper, I stood up and said, "You have a lot of newspapers here. I know a lot of news." She said, "Really?" I said, "Don't bother me. I should go." ." He said, "Won't you sit down for a while?" "No."
Outside. The moon was bright, even though it was only new. I thought about it as I walked, and couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
The next afternoon, on a whim, I climbed to the top of a nearby mine. This is the highest elevation in the city. The entire urban area has a panoramic view, but unfortunately it is shrouded in gray fog. Suddenly I thought of an article I had read before. When he was twenty years old, Engels climbed the Alps because of a broken love.
There is an abandoned crusher on a certain rock formation. Next to it were piles of unbroken stones. The machine was mostly intact, just rusty. I wanted to verify the age of the machine, but was unable to do so. The whole site feels like a ruins.
Have a great time. Go take a shower at night. When I came out, I saw He Yan and the secretary from the factory office walking through the square like a tree entwined with vines.
Yang Ling came to the dormitory again to ask English questions. She also mentioned her family. They live in a big city in the north. His father is the vice principal of the police academy, and his mother is the counter leader of a shopping mall. She didn't join them until she was in high school. They especially appreciate young people with knowledge. She also has a younger sister who is in primary school.
On my day off, I took my newly paid salary to the streets. I bought a down jacket and a pair of trousers. In the evening, our unit held a private dance to celebrate the start of the new line. There were many people in the dance hall, and some adults even brought their children to be edified. The smoke is choking. Some people were even wearing work clothes. However, if I hadn’t gone shopping for clothes in the morning, I would probably have worn work clothes.
People started jumping. A pair of light and harmonious pairs. I admired it eagerly. More than an hour passed in the blink of an eye. People were intoxicated with the songs. The party committee secretary hugged the league branch secretary. People from the Propaganda Department followed and took photos. Only then did I understand what was happening with the flash of white light I saw when I came in. I almost laughed out loud. Section Chief Wang, who is over 40 years old in our department, also came on stage to show off his singing voice.
At this time I sat next to Yang Ling. She saw me and was a little surprised. "It's you!" "Yes." I leaned close to her ear and said.
We chatted casually and played some songs together. Even though I couldn't keep up with the beat, she didn't show any disdain.
Later we were not able to sit together. When the show was about to end, people walked out in twos and threes, but I was still sitting on the sofa blankly. She also stood up with the people next to her. When she walked in front of me, she hesitated for a moment, then sat down again, sitting on the sofa in front of me. I said: "The atmosphere today is pretty good." She said: "It's not as good as the power plant. My aunt and others are in the power plant, and I've been there to play.
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There were not many people left in the ballroom. We then got up and walked out of the ballroom and down the stairs. I deliberately walked slower to distance myself from the colleagues in front of me. My heart beat faster, and I carefully Savor the feeling of words stuck in your throat. It's almost time, I have to say this.
"Yang Ling. ""oh? "I want to ask you a question." "
" Just tell me. "
"May I be your friend?"
"Oh, you know I can't hear well. "
"May, I, be, your,friend?"
"FRIEND, what is FRIEND? "She didn't look like she was pretending to be stupid, and she seemed more nervous than me. I suppressed the feeling of boredom, kept silent for a while, and told her clearly: "Friend. "
"Oh. "She stopped talking again.
After taking five steps, she said: "Colleagues, of course they are all friends. ”
This is a very standard and boring answer. I said nothing more, just lost in my own thoughts. My somewhat ridiculous question may be engraved in my heart forever. Unforgettable. Maybe it is just as light as it seems, and has been blown away by the gentle evening breeze.
At this point, I feel like I can’t write anymore on the Internet. After opening a very famous search engine on the Internet, I searched with the keyword "He Yan". There were many results, and one of them made my eyes light up. This was the website of a certain district tourism bureau. The person was He Yan. I vaguely heard that she was going to be transferred to this bureau, so I sent an email to the email address above. There was only one sentence: "Are you He Yan who worked in the telephone shift at XX Factory?" ? ”
I’m not sure when He Yan was transferred. It was probably during the period when Yang Ling and I were in love. Because after confirming our relationship with Yang Ling, I went to other places for training. At that time, Program Control Telephones were not yet popular. When Yang Ling called me, she told me that she was looking for help from He Yan, who was in the factory’s telephone class, and that she could make calls for free. After my one-year training was over, I would never return to the factory again. I haven't seen her anymore. It seems that I was melancholy for a while, but I was in a passionate relationship with Yang Ling, and later I got married and had children, so I just left it behind.
People often talk about falling in love. System engineering. At this time, you will feel that your brain is not full. There are many kinds of emotions and many problems, which are overwhelming.
It is true that Yang Ling and I met through English study, but we are basically determined to be in love. After the relationship, she was still obsessed with learning English, which made people feel that she was using love as a trade to exchange for an English tutor. At the same time, she kept saying "I want to learn." If you know how to do it, you can sleep with the master" and other vulgar and obscene characters.
I still remember that scene. At night, we felt that the dormitory was too noisy with people coming and going, so we came to my office together. Memorizing words. Suddenly the power went out. There happened to be two candles in my drawer that I had put down when I was reading alone in the office.
We lit them under the candlelight. The face has a unique charm. The environment is also very quiet. This is an old office building built in the 1970s, surrounded by dense woods and flower gardens. There is no one in the building except us. . The doors and windows were closed. But in the innermost room, there were two young men and women, surrounded by beautiful and peaceful candlelight.
I started to be absent-minded, and I put my hands on her first. I sat on the back of the chair, and then I gradually caught up with her. She didn't seem to notice, or pretended not to notice, and was still reading and reciting aloud, and asked me some questions from time to time. My shallow consciousness was listening to her pronunciation. Guidance was given, but the deep consciousness was trying to narrow the physical and psychological distance between us. My hands touched the ends of her hair, shoulders, hands, and knees. She did not flinch, but felt a wave of embarrassment. Slapping and flushing inside me.
I moved closer to her to correct her pronunciation. We were so close, it was almost mouth-to-mouth. I mustered up the courage to seal her lips with hers. My lips were still chanting foreign words.
Actually, I didn’t want to do this because the weather was dry in those days and my lips were chapped. But at this point, it was natural to continue.
She moved her face slightly and let me kiss her. There was a very strange expression between her eyebrows and eyes at that time. His breathing also became rapid.
After the kiss, she remained silent, frowning and pouting as if she was about to cry.
I sighed: "The first kiss will be remembered for a lifetime."
She said: "You should continue to test my vocabulary."
I Just let her talk about everything around her in English. She said table chairs house milk candles and so on. I said you missed the most critical item, affection.
After that, I wanted to kiss her again. She blocked it. She said: "I have a boyfriend."
I felt unhappy. I knew she was referring to a male teacher at her alma mater. When I didn't know Yang Ling, I once passed on the letter he wrote to her. Later she explained to me that it was the male teacher who chased her when she was about to graduate. But she declined politely after hesitating for a while. There have been no letters from him recently. But she actually said that again today. I asked her: "Do you owe him anything?" She said: "You owe him nothing. I returned all the things he bought me. But I still can't forget him. He was very good to me."< /p>
I also deliberately provoked her: "We met Section Chief Wang the day before yesterday. He said that he would drink our wedding wine, and you acquiesced with a smile. Now you say that I am not your boyfriend? What the hell? After a long time, it turned out that you were using me to tutor you in English."
She also sneered: "So what if I'm using you? What kind of gentleman are you? It's just to tutor you in English, but you're not taking advantage of this opportunity to play with women? ”
I was furious and had nothing to say. It's like someone has poured a basin of dirty water on you. You want to claim that you are pure and innocent, but you can't say anything.
"Okay, okay. Don't be angry. To be honest, you two are both good. It would be great if you could have two boyfriends at the same time."
"Hmph , just have your sweet dreams." I said coldly.
"Didn't you say you wanted to give me a Christmas gift?" She thought about it again.
"Actually, I regarded my first kiss as the most precious gift. I didn't expect that you wouldn't care at all."
"Who said I don't care? But it's something real. I like it better. Didn’t you say you were going to give me a nice book that day?”
I opened the drawer at the end of my desk happily and took out a beautifully bound book and A big bag of milk powder. The book is the English version of "GONE WITH THE WIND". I asked my classmate studying abroad to send it last month.
She happily accepted them. She also said she believed she would be able to read this English book fluently one day. When she was leaving, she also told me to take some vitamins, which would be effective for chapped lips.
While writing this, I got up and went to the bookshelf and found this book in the corner. The cover is old, but the pages inside are still as new as new. Under the original inscription "to J.R.M" on the title page, there is my Chinese handwriting which is trying to be neat and free but still appears immature and rigid. It has faded a bit:
"To my Ling:
< p>When Beidou pours out the full contents, I will take the opportunity to put in my story and wait for your eyes. I hope that I can also read you and read you carefully."I still vaguely remember that this passage was copied from a book "Selected Prose from Hong Kong and Taiwan".
(To be continued)
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--Author: Sanshi
--Release time: 2004-1-14 9:06:00
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In fact, that Another thing happened that day. After we kissed, Yang Ling asked without thinking: "Would you love a girl two years older than you?" I really felt baffled. How can we fall in love with someone two years older when we are currently dating someone two years younger? When asked again, she forced a smile and said, "Just asking casually, just kidding."
I became alert after returning to the dormitory. My heart became heavy. I remembered that I borrowed her nail clippers once and found that the zodiac sign on them was wrong for her age, but I didn't care at the time. Now that I think about it, he is the zodiac sign that is two years older than me.
But I just can't tell whether a girl is twenty or twenty-four by her appearance. how so? What kind of past does she have that she can't look back on? What was she doing during the erased four years? Then she thought about the ages of her parents. How come her parents had her before they were twenty? After much deliberation, I don’t know. My heart felt like a heavy stone was weighing on me. I tossed and turned in bed, and at two o'clock in the night, I felt that I had figured it out: no matter what kind of ups and downs, misfortunes, setbacks, sad past events, and unbearable memories she had, my emotions were still the same, even stronger and more determined. More tenacious, more considerate, more caring. After thinking about it, I fell asleep peacefully.
We had no chance to meet the next day. I and dozens of other representatives from our factory were notified to attend an election meeting in the city. The venue was solemn and the atmosphere was warm. But I just sat quietly, lost in my own thoughts. I think of many things that were said with a smile in the past, such as fate, the other half of life, love makes people mature, water that is worth three thousand can be drunk from a ladle, and a fish knows whether it is warm or cold when drinking water. In the artificial hustle and bustle, I shed tears alone in the corner.
Later, when I had the opportunity to tell her about my spiritual struggles and thoughts, she smiled disdainfully, "What did you imagine me to be? What past can I bear to look back on?" What kind of dusty treasure am I? It seems that I am not innocent. You really have read too many novels." Until later, we had played this kind of sideline game between lovers in bed. It was already time to talk about marriage, and she gradually solved the mystery of her age and family under my questioning. Once I figure it out, it's boring, and I don't even have the interest to write it down anymore. Ultimately, this is a story about a peasant family in a society where injustice is serious, so that their children can go to school and have a job, they use their connections with relatives in the city to manage everything, and finally achieve limited success. It is true that there was deception and fraud, but it cannot be said to be a major crime or evil, and it is not worthy of praise or tears.
After waiting patiently for a few days, I received an email reply from He Yan. There is only one sentence on it: "GONEWITHRAIN, who are you?" (GONEWITHRAIN is the username of my email address.)
I am very happy, mixed with a little excitement, and one thing is as expected. of pride. In this way, after nearly ten years of not communicating with He Yan, we started communicating frequently through email.
During the May Day holiday, Yang Ling had to work overtime, so I took my children to visit my parents in my hometown. They are helping my sister and brother-in-law take care of the children. This is also the city where He Yan works and lives. The next day, I called He Yan’s cell phone and asked her if I could see her. She readily agreed. We arranged to meet in the city square in front of the KFC fast food restaurant.
I told my child that I had to go out for something, and asked him to stay at home and play with his cousin. He nodded. I left quickly, unable to bear to look at his unhappy eyes.
Yang Ling is indeed working overtime. But if you want to come together, it’s not difficult, just change classes. But since she had a falling out with my family over various family matters, she never refused to come.
Yes, I gained valuable stability and comfort in my family life, but it was by no means free. I even feel that I have become a completely different person after marriage, a person that I would have scorned before. The following is a note from me:
"Reflections after watching "Les Misérables".
"It is the human heart that creates boundless darkness, and it is also the human heart that creates infinite light. Tonight when I watched the VCD of "Les Misérables", my soul fluctuated. I know there are many works imitating it. So-called sensationalism. Also known as Romanticism.
"My mind was not calm yet. I looked at the clock and saw that it was time to wake her up for the night shift. I called her, but she was half asleep and murmured: "What's going on!" "After a while, she woke up and remembered that she had to go to work. Knowing that there was still plenty of time, she didn't get up and put on clothes in a hurry. I stood bored, looking at her thin, half-asleep and half-awake body. There was only an outline in the dim light. I didn’t turn on the headlights, for fear of disturbing the sleeping children. Isn’t this a miserable world?
“If you work the night shift honestly, You will find it unbearable. But if you can't escape, you just have to endure it, and you just have to endure it. But it is still a kind of pain that will not be diluted, alienated, or sublimated.
"We had a common quarrel between Mr. and Mrs. Chaimi just a few hours ago. Both of them used very vicious words and their hearts were filled with very vicious imaginations. But at this moment, this thin body, this busy man The body that is busy at home and outside but cannot sleep well at night. This body in the dim light, wrapped in work clothes and cotton-padded jacket in the harsh winter, makes people so fond of it. ”
Yes, it is patience. , it means compromising, it means helping each other, it means hurting each other and comforting each other. We live a family life that seems indifferent to outsiders and ourselves.
When we arrived at the city square, it was still half an hour before the appointed time. I will go to the shopping mall first to buy some gifts for He Yan. There were a lot of people, the drizzle had stopped, and the temperature was rising quickly. I put on a sweater this morning and now I just can't stand it. But after taking off the sweater, there was only an autumn coat underneath, and it was still wet with sweat. How could it be easy to see her like this? In my haste, I quickly went to the shirt counter and bought a Chinese brand-name shirt with a 50% discount. After buying it, he hurried into the men's bathroom and threw the beautiful cardboard box containing the shirt into the trash can. He used a large plastic bag to put the sweater he took off. Then he removed the dozen or so pins on the shirt one by one and padded the back. The cardboard and the plastic lining inside the collar were also thrown into the trash can, and then I wore this brand-new designer shirt in my sweaty clothes