If you happen to open this article and want to hear a story from me, please read on slowly.
This story, this love, represents the youth of most people, including you and me.
I loved a girl named Zhang Han for six years. I once vowed that she only fell in love once in her life and only loved one person, and that person was me.
But then, I broke my word.
Like most couples who work hard in the city, the reason why we broke up was nothing more than buying a house in a different place and my parents opposed it. And so many reasons boil down to one word, which I call reality.
So, you can also say that my love has been defeated by reality.
20 15, Zhang Han got married. Hearing this, I didn't cry, just smiled.
Later, I drove a pickup truck alone for two days and two nights and came to Changhai Town, Zhang Han's hometown.
You're right, a person, from Fujian to Dalian Changhai, 1943 km. Many friends asked me why I went there after breaking up. I always answer coldly. You don't understand. It's no use talking.
This is the second time I came to Zhang Han, where I grew up. The first time was in the year when we fell in love. I spent a month washing dishes and bought a plane ticket to Dalian. I secretly took a hard seat for 20 hours and took three trains to Changhai.
I still remember the first time I went to Changhai.
That day, I wanted to go directly to Zhang Han's home, but I forgot her house number, so I dialed Zhang Han's phone.
"Zhang Han, I miss you. I haven't seen you for a month, hey! " I tried to suppress my inner joy and said coquetry.
"Yeah, you come to my house! Come on, come on, haha! " Zhang Han is always naughty. She thought I was enjoying the cool in Fujian thousands of miles away.
"Ok, then tell me your house number."
Zhang Han didn't doubt it, because she couldn't have thought of my coming.
At about noon 1, I was standing on the grass in front of Zhang Han's house in the scorching sun.
"Come out, I'm here." At first, Zhang Han just thought I was scaring her. Later, I almost swore, and the door opened slightly.
Zhang Han peeped out his eyes slightly from the crack of the door and looked at it, wondering whether he was nervous or happy. The door closed again soon.
Half an hour later, I realized that she had gone back to make up.
A white skirt, short, knee-length, a small satchel, the kind of red leather, this is the first time I saw Zhang Han after a month's holiday.
I remember hugging her for a whole minute. Because I set the alarm clock in advance. This minute, I still remember the feeling at that time, the feeling of reunion after a long separation, and the feeling of refusing to let go even if the sky falls immediately.
Later, Zhang Han took me around the whole town and ate and drank all kinds of food, including her favorite hot and sour powder. We ate two bowls of powder, but we used up three rolls of paper from the proprietress. When we left, the proprietress gave us another look. Zhang Han asked me why, and I made fun of her because I was handsome! Zhang Han returned a supercilious look.
The next day, I rushed back to Fujian despondently. When Zhang Han saw me off at the railway station, I think only people in love can feel that disappointment.
In the evening of Changhai, we ate snacks at the gate of the supermarket and watched my aunt dance square dance.
"I intend to jump in the future. You have to see, you know! " Zhang Han said holding my big ear.
"Good, good, listen to you."
In fact, when I look at those aunts, there is a picture in my mind:
One day, the little girl around me was old and fat, dancing square dance with a group of aunts, while I sat by the flower bed, holding my legs, smoking an old cigarette, enjoying her dancing and showing off from time to time.
When Zhang Han is tired from dancing, feed her some lemonade and let her have a rest.
After jumping home, Zhang Han will nag about which new aunt dances better than her. No, I have to watch videos to study at night.
I know that Zhang Han has always been a strong girl, even though she is old. However, in front of me, she is always soft. Of course, I mean when she's hungry and wants me to cook.
In the following years, the images in my mind kept appearing in my dreams. Every time I wake up from a dream, I always light a cigarette and recall my past with Zhang Han. My nose hurts and my tears are rolling down.
Once we also worked hard for love and lived without hesitation.
Only later, I got separated.
My love with Zhang Han is very ordinary, but it represents many people's stories.
I want to record this love, because I'm afraid I'll forget the road Zhang Han walked with us.