There is a kind of injury called "no trace".
When Xiaocheng and Chunhui got married, they bought a bed, a table and a cupboard with only a thousand dollars, rented a small house in the middle of the city, and started a poor and sweet married life.
At that time, Chunhui did not have a fixed job, walking the streets to people repairing appliances, by the way, recycling some of the old TVs, and then back to pick up and sell out. The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers," he said. In the summer, when Chunhui returned home at night, he always held a big watermelon in his arms, wiped his head full of sweat, and the two of them happily fed me a mouthful of water, and I fed you a mouthful of water, sweet and cozy. In winter, Xiaoqing always do a good job of steaming hot meals looking forward to the late return of Chunhui, so that with the cold air he came home to have a hot meal and the warmth of the love of his life. Although not much money, and sometimes even ate the first meal do not know where the next meal, but because of love, the two of them to the poverty of the day into a poem. There were no quarrels, no conflicts, just a vision of the future. Autumn night, the sky is deep and far away, they looked at the starry sky calculating when to have their own nest in the city, even if it is three small thatched roof. At this time, they are still young and unaware of the young boys and girls, is also a newborn calf, ignorant and fearless and romantic love, which know the hardships of life, which know the pots and pans of the symphony of how difficult to play.
The years are like a song, the years are more like a river, after the passion, washed away a lot of beautiful past, many times even without ripples, so quietly flowing.
Later, I bought a house and had a child. The first time I saw this, I was able to see the whole world, and I was able to see the whole world, and I was able to see the whole world.
With a unit, there are colleagues, and with colleagues there are human contacts. Gradually Chunhui went home more and more late, many times with a drunkenness was sent back.
The child is slowly growing up, sent to the kindergarten, the end of the school day, Xiaocheng picked up the child on the way to Chunhui's company, want to pick him up together home. He is always busy, Xiaocheng will take the child in the neighborhood to play and wait for him. Once, twice, three times, January, February, March, finally Chunhui lost patience, Xiaocheng angry at an unknown fire. Since then, Xiaocheng has never been to his company.
Chunhui's home time is more and more late, and the phone is rarely called. The first time I saw him, he was in the middle of the night, and he was in the middle of the night. Finally, one day, when packing things, in a corner of the table, Xiaocheng saw a piece of paper. On it was Chunhui's handwriting, and it looked like a draft, as it had been revised many times. Instead of a draft of a text message, it was more like a warm poem, full of care, as it was when he treated himself. It was written to Xiaotong, a female colleague of his who had just graduated.
Xiaotong was silent, did not mention this matter, she put it in the deepest part of her heart, silently digested and absorbed. Then later, Xiaotong left to find a boyfriend to drift north together. Those days Chunhui was like a lost soul, more like a headless fly in disarray. Xiaoqing heard him call many times begging her to come back, saying that the company's leaders could not bear to see her go, let her come back to the clouds. The company's management has been working hard to ensure that the company is able to meet the needs of its customers.
Chunhui began to get drunk, alcoholism. Sometimes the night does not return home. The first time I saw him, I was so happy to see him, and I was so happy to see him. In the beginning, no matter how late Xiaoqing will always wait for him to come back to sleep together. Slowly her patience wore thin. Once, two o'clock in the morning he did not go home, Xiaoqing can not rest assured that a person in the winter late at night ran half of the city to find him, she was afraid that he drank too much drunk on the street, frozen out of a good or bad. Finally, she stood in a daze on the street, the winter wind is very sharp, like a knife like scraped her face, she actually do not perceive pain. Back home, she went crazy to his colleagues and leaders to call, but are like a stone sinking into the sea, no one to pick up her phone. She held the phone, heart into a ball, shrinking in the corner of the bed to dial his phone over and over again, are off the tone. She did not die, and again and again to play the leader's phone, ear-piercing ringtone finally woke up the leader from sleep, the leader told her not to wait for him, tonight he accompanied the customer, live in the hotel will not go home, to rest assured that she slept.
She slept, slept very solid, that night she did not worry about him. From that night on, she slept well, will not wait for him to come back, will not leave the light for him, no matter how late, even if he did not return home at night.
Slowly, the two of them, such as strangers, more and more distant, heart and mind never communicate.
Day after day, year after year, she tsetse alone. The first time I went out on a trip, it was her and the kids; going out shopping was her and the kids; going to the park was her and the kids; going to bed, she slept on the bed, he slept on the sofa. The first time I saw him, I was so happy to see him, and he was so happy to see me.
The child grew up.
One day, the child suddenly said, "Other people's families are parents who bring their children to play together, why do we only have a mother who brings me to play?
She was silent.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
The unit organized a walk. From then on Xiaocheng liked to exercise. In the evening, she went to the neighborhood park to dance aerobics, and gradually learned square dance.
An old friend of Xiaocheng's in the past, she and her husband go to the park every night, hand in hand, to the park after her husband went to see an open-air movie, acquaintances on the ballroom dancing. On this night, Xiao-Qing meets her, and she begins to teach Xiao-Qing how to ballroom dance.
Xiaoqing was out of control, she loved to dance and had a regular dance partner. Her partner is a young, retired man who speaks very little and is a dancer. The first time I saw him, he was in the hospital with no partner, and he found Xiaocheng, who was alone, and they became partners. They went dancing every night at a fixed time, purely dancing, with little communication and exchange. In fact, Xiaocheng is fond of dance music, those light sad music is the reflection of Xiaocheng's heart, she immersed into the sadness can not extricate themselves, her world is too lonely.
By chance, Chunhui passed by the park and was attracted by the dance music inside, so he couldn't help but go to the open-air dance floor, where he saw Xiaoqing dancing with a man. He was so jealous that he felt as if his precious thing had been taken away from him. He got drunk, came home, smashed his house to pieces, and called Xiaoqing's parents and sister in the middle of the night to complain about how Xiaoqing was dancing with a man with her arms around her in plain sight. Xiao Qing was heartbroken beyond words, so she left home and walked back and forth on the winter night streets. She couldn't understand why two people who loved each other were walking away from each other. Why did they become strangers or even enemies? She didn't know what to do in the future. In fact, she has thought about divorce countless times, think of the child, think of their original happy happy, she can not bear to be so good a home broken up.
She walked from night to dawn, the quiet empty streets measured countless times, Chunhui also made countless phone calls, they were held down by her. She didn't know how to deal with this heartbreaking situation until she figured it out. Even though she was freezing and shivering, she still didn't want to go back to that heartbreaking home.
Parents' phone call after phone call, sister's phone call after phone call, brother-in-law's phone call after phone call, finally Xiaocheng came home.
At home, her sister and her brother-in-law were there. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, and it was the first time I saw it in the middle of the night! She doesn't want to stay in this home as if it were a freezing cellar, she must leave! The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the company!
So, my sister and brother-in-law took turns to do Xiaoqing's work, and after a day of stalemate, Xiaoqing didn't budge. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
When night falls, the lights come on. The younger sister silently looked at her sister wanting to say something. Suddenly, Chunhui came to Xiaocheng, plopped down to her knees, hugged her legs and cried bitterly, praying for his forgiveness. Saying that he had left her out in the cold all these years, letting her bear it all alone, he prayed to give him another chance to love her properly. Under the illumination of the light, she saw his half-white hair, saw the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, saw his no longer young face full of vicissitudes. In the tearful eyes, she seemed to see the top of the sweat holding a round watermelon rushed home young him, as if he saw a spoonful of watermelon to feed himself the scene, tears indisputably such as a stream like flow.
In this way, she forgave him, his gray hair, his wrinkles stung her eyes and her heart! She still can't forget that simple, happy and blissful life, as if that time has been y engraved into her soul, her bones!
But will the wound in her heart heal?
There is a kind of wound called no trace. It is buried deep in a corner of the heart and cannot be touched.
Plain and simple life for a few more years, he also converged a lot. But only the two people understand in their hearts, can not return to the past that kind of intimacy, there is only detachment and polite.
The child of a fellow student was admitted to the university this year, and Xiaocheng invited them to attend the banquet. The night fell, Chunhui still did not come back. The first time I saw him, I was so happy to see him, and I was so happy to see him. When Chunhui came back, he took a shower and changed his clothes. Xiaoqing asked how to get there, and Chunhui said it wasn't very far, so we'd walk there. The first thing I want to do is to get a good deal of money from the government, so I'm going to try to make sure that I get it.
Halfway there, the phone rang, and Chunhui asked Xiaoqing where she was. Xiaoqing said in the halfway, where you are, I'm waiting for you. Chunhui said he was in front of the hotel. How did you get there so fast? He said he rode a tram to the hotel for fear of being late. Xiaoqing instantly broke down, the wound inside instantly collapsed, blood dripping:Chunhui, how can you be like this? I waited for you until dark, but you rode off alone, why didn't you bring me along? Why didn't you pick me up? What are you going to do to me? Xiaocheng roared like crazy on the street, not caring about the eyes of pedestrians, as if she would die if she did not vent out.
Xiaocheng was fed up with being alone. She liked the idea of two people talking, laughing, and traveling in company. After all these years, she tried to repair the rift, but in the end he let her down. Her heart ached for no reason, it hurt so much she couldn't help herself. She didn't know how much longer she could hold on, she didn't know at what point she went hysterically insane?