First, the two main characters are pseudonyms, but where does this pseudonym come from? I think that the technician who died in the Gobi Beach in Xinjiang is called Lv Qin Yang, and the person who is seen in the square in the role of a schoolmate at the end of the ending is, I'm afraid, the girlfriend of that technician. Because the text has said that the technician, often with the author to tell that a listen to want to doze off love, the technician has always been afraid of her girlfriend to marry someone else. Therefore, the last said schoolmate is the author, and it is not Ling Yihua who met him, but the technician's girlfriend.
Secondly, the last also said that the author went to find Luo XX talk, I think, the author must have gone to find, Luo also must be like the text, said that do not want to marry Ling, Ling also called Lu said, like a re-life. Actually, it should all be true up to here, so why the sudden short end? My thoughts are: then there was another change of heart and it was realized that it was just premarital anxiety, which was in another paragraph posted by the author and not in the article. Reference: ("Today is February 14th, 2013 AD, Valentine's Day, and the fifth day of the first month of the Chinese lunar calendar in the year of Kesi, Ling Yiyao's wedding date. Originally I planned to tell the story and then disappear, let it slowly cool down and gradually be forgotten, but things have come to a head or decided to give it a final tom, saving so many people from guessing around, the more guessing the more bizarre.
Also here to say to some people, do not take your living environment as an axiomatic principle to judge the world, such as school age. I was a country boy in the small town of Rugao, less than six years old when I entered elementary school, because there is no bridge over the canal only the ferry, after drowning a few children, the school opened a small branch on the east side of the river, I was in the class, the whole year but only seven people. Then, one guy repeated the year, and there were only six people left in my grade a ****---if you guys think this is ridiculous, then please take it easy when you make judgments about people and things in the future.
In 2000, I was under fifteen years old, and I entered Pai Po High School with the 12th best score in the school, but my studies suffered because I focused on playing soccer all day long, and I was first in my class, as well as in the twenties and thirties. It was also there that I started my first love and unfortunately got caught, suffered a lot from the political education department, but also got extra care from the class teacher Lao Yao. In order to warm up after waking up in winter, we poured a mouthful of red wine on the way out, and were finally stopped at the door by Lao Yao, who did 20 push-ups each, and he finally locked me in. He later said to A Rong in the same dormitory, "XXX students have been drinking this morning, probably because of emotional frustration, you must care and love him."
I would like to thank Chitose-sama.
As the story goes, I failed in math in the college entrance exam and only got into the second year of the university, while Ling Yiyao played normally and got into the first year of the prestigious school, but I could at least fall in love with Ling Yiyao in a bright and honorable way. This relationship is not great nor honorable, and like all campus couples, ignorant and muddle-headed, fighting over inexplicable trivialities, and also happy over pretentious and pretentious trivialities. But after I graduated from college, everything became steeply heavy, because I took a monthly salary of two or three thousand and could not break free from the shackles of poverty.
The most unbridgeable conflict between couples is fighting over money.
I started to write novels in my spare time, hoping to become a so-called immortal novel writer, write a teenager to get the immortal instruction to continue to cultivate and progress and finally become the master of the three worlds of gods and devils, this kind of story is very boring, but it is the market, maybe I can earn the money to get married to a wife. But in the end, I had nothing to show for it because I wasn't interested in it at all, and the novel I published later was an urban love story with a mediocre response.
And then I went to work for a publisher as a gunslinger, doing other people's work for them. Write your own story, put someone else's name on it, and get paid a fortune as if you were selling your own children. This kind of work can provide me with an annual salary of 70,000 to 80,000 yuan, but I'm just a shadow of others, without any social status. When Ling Yiyao's father asked me what kind of work I was doing, I said it was a publishing house, but I knew in my heart that my name was not in the publishing house's roster of employees.
I was just a shadow warrior paid by someone else.
During that time, Ling Yiyao's parents said "NO" to me, and there were constant arguments between me and Ling Yiyao, and I was depressed for a while, and I had insomnia all night. I was also at that time, I talked more with a Beijing girl I knew in my early years, when I met her, she was only eighteen or nineteen years old, and her face was very similar to that of Ling Yiyao in his university days.
It was a dead end for me to treat this Beijing girl as Ling Yiyao and try to marginalize her with someone I had never met before, and that's how the days were mixed up. Later, I didn't know whether I was crushing on the Beijing girl or pining for Ling Yiyao.
Later, the Beijing girl grew up, she and her classmates to create a "powerful" brand, while I was still obscure Lv Qin Yang, deleted each other's microblogging and Douban.
Then I met an elder who was both a brother and an uncle, and he asked me if I was afraid of hard work, and asked me if I wanted to go into engineering together, to join an industry that was both hard and easy to get rich in. At that time, I want money has been crazy, I see the money trucks will unconsciously think about the possibilities, I am eager to earn money every day but I do not know how to earn, every day is tortured by this contradiction can not sleep.
Ling Yiyao tried to stop me, but I still went with him, first went to the beach to do sea siege, did not earn cash money, the payment method of government projects is very bullshit. Then we went to Xinjiang to do photovoltaic power plants, where the technician who traveled through the Yellow Sea and the Gobi together lost his life. He was a year younger than me, and the reason he came out to sell his life was also for a certain her.
Because of the casualties will lead to the stagnation of the project, the owners of the last relations to issue a certificate of natural death, 800,000 yuan private, the body in the local parked a few days before cremation. In order to bring him back to Jiangsu, the three of us took turns driving, cell phone pressed the speakerphone placed on the urn, which came from the hometown of the old man's call: "The day is cold and frosty, quickly return home oh!"
When I returned to my hometown, Ling Yiyao's marriage to someone else has been the nail in the coffin, in her words, "married to him or married to you, now for me, it seems to be indifferent". We had to sneak around on the phone, and we were both very tired of it. At the end of the year when the wedding was approaching, Ling Yiyao inevitably met some of our old friends from that time when she was handing out the invitations, and her mood fluctuated, and she began to hesitate, and even thought of repudiating the marriage.
But even if he wasn't what she wanted, was the current me what she wanted?
I, too, used to rejoice in the thought that my love could be lost and returned, but in the end, after messing around for a while, we both realized that it was just the usual pre-marital anxiety. We each went down the path of turning away from the other a long time ago, but I was living alone in my own world, thinking that the two paths would still meet up ahead.
The technician used to talk to me after a drink about his love that made me want to doze off, and when he mentioned that his girlfriend might marry someone else, he couldn't stop wiping his eyes and said, "If she marries someone else, I'm going to lie down in front of her house and cross over me before I let her go out."
On January 27, I did the most fucked up thing in my life, I went to the hotel where his girlfriend was having her wedding and pressed an old red cloth under the welcome door blanket. Now you're lying here, but can you stop it?
As for what the red cloth is, someone from my hometown might understand.
After telling this story, I couldn't help myself, more than any of you, from dreaming about the river at Shirapo High School, about her walking off the bridge in her blue and white uniform, about her standing on the balcony staring off into the distance worriedly. But so what, when I think of her now, I can only remember what she looked like from the age of fifteen to twenty-four, but I can't recall what she looks like today after she has put on her powder.
My temper is also getting worse, sometimes I drop things inexplicably, sometimes I sing alone at home, I sometimes wonder if I am a bit schizophrenic, wondering if I will wake up one day and realize that some of my experiences are just a dream.
Yesterday was the day to welcome the God of Wealth in my hometown's custom, and today is the day to send the God of Wealth to the world, with bright fireworks in the sky, among which there will be for the blessing of her future. At 5:00 a.m., I set off for Shanghai, where I'll spend the night today and fly to Beijing tomorrow to meet with a few well-qualified seniors.
On the fifth day of the first month, Valentine's Day, the deceased is wearing new clothes and married to another woman. ) This passage surely looks at something.
Third, why did the author write the ending the way he did. One, it's because of the epiphany after watching Teenage Fantasy Drift. Secondly, when Ling Yihua did this to the author, the author was disheartened and thought, "I might as well die in the Gobi Beach in Xinjiang, and I don't need to face the pain of marrying someone I love to someone else". This kind of pain, people who have not experienced, certainly will not understand.
Fourth: the last appearance of the schoolboy is the author, also said earlier. Some people say that it is really Lv Qin Yang's younger brother, the article is Lv's younger brother according to Lv's diary written before his death, I do not think so, if it is really written by Lv's younger brother, then he simply can not write such a delicate emotional dialog.
Mere personal opinion! And I am afraid that Lv Qin Yang is still in Xinjiang Gobi Beach at this time to fulfill his own dream, and Ling Yihua will only live in his memory from now on. I'm afraid it will be hard to see each other again in this life, and we will forget each other in the river and lake!
The realization: Reality defeats all sincere feelings, just like what Lv Qin Yang said: This is a gold hoop, wear it first!
Somewhat wordy, sorry!