The final ending
Perhaps it is unnecessary. I saw the last post of this article posted by Lu Lu on February 15, 2013 on Xici. That brings an end to this post. All the answers are in this post. For this answer, I registered Douban. Let me give you an explanation. Do not spray.
Today is February 14, 2013, Valentine’s Day. It is also the fifth day of the first lunar month of the Guisi year, Ling Yiyao’s wedding date. I originally planned to disappear after telling the story, letting it slowly cool down and be gradually forgotten, but now I have decided to give it a final chapter, so as to save so many people from guessing, and the more they guess, the more bizarre it becomes.
I would also like to say something to some people here: do not use your living environment as an axiom or theorem to judge the world, such as school age. I am a rural child in the small town of Rugao. I was under six years old when I entered primary school. Because there were no bridges on the canal, only ferries. After several children drowned, the school opened a small branch in Hedong. There are only seven people in the grade. Later, a guy repeated a grade, and there were only six people left in the first grade of my grade. If you think this is ridiculous, then please be careful when you make judgments about people and things in the future.
In 2000, when I was under fifteen years old, I entered Baipu High School with the 12th place in the school. However, because I focused on playing football all day long, my studies were affected, and I passed the first place in the class. , also passed the exam and passed the exam. It was also there that I had my first love and was unfortunately arrested. I suffered a lot from the Political and Education Office, and also received special care from my head teacher, Lao Yao. In order to warm up after getting up in winter, we drank a sip of red wine on the way out. Finally, Lao Yao stopped us at the door. Each of us did 20 push-ups, and he finally locked me in. He later said to Ah Rong, who was in the same dormitory: "XXX classmate drank this morning, maybe because of emotional frustration. You must care for him."
Thank you Chitose-sama for this.
As the story goes, I failed in mathematics during the college entrance examination and only passed the second grade, while Ling Yiyao performed normally and passed the first grade of famous brand. But at least I can fall in love with Ling Yiyao openly. This love is neither great nor glorious. Like all campus lovers, they are ignorant and confused. They quarrel over inexplicable trivial matters and also enjoy themselves over pretentious trivial matters. But after I graduated from college, everything suddenly became heavy because I had a monthly salary of two to three thousand and could not break free from the shackles of poverty.
The most irreconcilable conflict between lovers is quarreling over money.
I started writing novels in my spare time, hoping to become a so-called writer of novels about cultivating immortals. I wrote about a young man who received the guidance of gods and continued to practice and improve, and finally became the master of the three realms of gods, demons and humans. This kind of story is very boring, but it is interesting. The market may be able to earn me the capital to marry a wife. But in the end, I accomplished nothing because I was not interested in it at all, and the novel I later published was an urban love story that received only a mediocre response.
Later, I worked as a gunman for a publishing house and made wedding dresses for others. Write your own story, sign someone else's name, and get a sum of money like selling your own children. This kind of job can provide me with an annual salary of 70,000 to 80,000 yuan, but I am just a shadow of others and have no social status. When Ling Yiyao's father asked me what I was doing, I said it was a publishing house, but I knew in my heart that an employee of a publishing house My name wasn't even on the roster.
I am just a shadow warrior hired by others.
During that time, Ling Yiyao's parents said "NO" to me, and Ling Yiyao and I kept having arguments. I once suffered from mental depression and had insomnia all night long. It was also during that time that I chatted a lot with a girl from Beijing whom I had met in my early years. She was only eighteen or nineteen years old when we first met her. Without makeup, she looked very much like Ling Yiyao in college.
I walked into a dead end. I regarded this Beijing girl as Ling Yiyao, and tried to exclude Ling Yiyao with someone I had never met before. This is how the chaotic days passed. Later, I didn’t know whether I had a crush on the Beijing girl or whether I was missing Ling Yiyao.
Later, when the Beijing girl grew up, she and her classmates created a "powerful" brand, while I was still an unknown Lu Qinyang, and we deleted each other's Weibo and Douban.
Later I met an elder who could be called both brother and uncle. He asked me if I was afraid of hardship, and asked me if I wanted to work in engineering together and join this industry that is both hard-working and prone to explosions. . At that time, I was thinking about money like crazy. When I saw the cash transport truck, I would unconsciously think about various possibilities. I longed to make money every day but I didn’t know how to make it. I was tortured by this contradiction and couldn’t sleep every day.
Ling Yiyao tried to stop me, but I left with him anyway. We first went to the beach to work on sea reclamation. I didn’t make any cash, and the payment method for government projects was very nonsense. Later, we went to Xinjiang to build a photovoltaic power station, where technicians who had waded through the Yellow Sea and the Gobi together lost their lives. He is one year younger than me, and the reason why he works hard is because of her.
Because a casualty accident would cause the project to stall, the owner finally asked someone to provide a natural death certificate for 800,000 yuan, and the body was parked locally for a few days before being cremated. In order to bring him back to Jiangsu, the three of us took turns driving. We put the phone hands-free on the urn and heard a call from an old man in his hometown: "It's cold and frosty. Come home quickly!"
When I returned to my hometown, Ling Yiyao's marriage to someone else was already a certainty. In her words, "Marrying him or marrying you doesn't seem to matter to me now." We all had to make secret phone calls, and we were all very tired of it. When the wedding was approaching at the end of the year, Ling Yiyao inevitably ran into some of our old friends when she was handing out invitations. Her mood fluctuated and she began to hesitate. I even thought about regretting the marriage.
But even if he is not what she wants, then am I what she wants now?
I once happily thought that my love could be restored, but in the end, after a period of turmoil, we both discovered that it was just ordinary pre-marriage anxiety. We each took a different path from each other a long time ago, but I lived alone in my own world, thinking that the two roads would still intersect in the future.
The technician often talked to me after drinking about his love affairs that made me want to doze off. When he mentioned that his girlfriend might marry someone else in the future, he couldn't help wiping his tears and said : "If she marries someone else in the future, I will lie down at the door of her house and step over me before letting 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 holding her wedding and pressed an old red cloth under the welcome door blanket. Now you are lying here, but can you stop it?
As for what red cloth is, people in my hometown may understand.
After telling this story, I couldn’t help myself more than any of you. I always dreamed about the river at Baipu High School, dreamed about her walking down the bridge wearing a blue and white school uniform, dreamed about her standing on Looking worriedly into the distance from the balcony. But so what, when I think of her now, I only remember her appearance from the age of fifteen to twenty-four, but I can't remember her appearance now wearing pink and white.
My temper is getting worse and worse. Sometimes I throw things inexplicably, and sometimes I sing alone at home. Sometimes I wonder if I am a little schizophrenic and wonder if I will wake up one day. To discover that some of my experiences were just a dream.
Yesterday was the day to welcome the God of Wealth according to the custom in my hometown, and today is the day to send off the God of Wealth. Among the bright fireworks in the sky, some of them were set off to bless her future. At five o'clock in the morning, I got on the car heading to Shanghai. I stayed in Shanghai for one night today and flew to Beijing tomorrow to meet with some senior seniors.
On the fifth day of the first lunar month, Valentine's Day, an old friend wears new clothes and marries someone else.
Wear this golden hoop first as a sign of respect.