rest of life 22

I remember hearing a story when I was a child, probably about fate, or cause and effect.There is a child who doesn't know his name, so let's name it randomly, Da Mao.He was born in a small village.There is an old man in their village who reads fortune tellers. As for whether this man is an old fairy or an old magic stick, it doesn't matter.One day, he looked at Da Mao and said, you will marry the daughter of our village old Liu's family in the future.I don't know why he suddenly made this prediction. It may be because the adults in the village usually don't believe him. He urgently needs to show his ability as a servant of God, so he randomly drags a child who is likely to believe his words, and tells this he doesn't know. How the predictions were derived told him.After all, the development of believers starts with children, and there is nothing wrong with this basic tenet of life.When Da Mao heard the old fairy's words, his face turned pale instantly, and a cold sweat broke out on his body.Because he knew the daughter of the old Liu family, she was three years older than him.Of course, as the so-called "female junior holds a golden brick", age is not a problem.The point is, she looks extremely ugly.There are pimples all over the face, and the teeth are messed up, and they are a little yellow.It can really be said that she wants a figure without a figure, and a look without a look. To sum it up in one sentence, it's really nothing to want, she shouldn't live in this world at all.Moreover, her father was lame and her mother was blind.Da Mao left the old fairy in a daze. After thinking hard all night, he finally made up his mind: to drive her out of the village.He thought that if she left the village and had no contact with each other, then he would never marry her in the future.So, just after dawn the next day, he put the plan into practice.

He walked to the door of her house, picked up the stone he picked up on the side of the road, and slammed it hard on the door of her house.He even threw handfuls of pebbles and sand into her home.After doing this, he ran away decisively.After that, he continued to implement the plan every day.Either one or two o'clock in the morning, or five or six o'clock in the morning, or three poles in the sun, or sunset in the west.The girl and her lame old father and blind old mother were helpless to him.In short, he persisted until half a year later, he smashed her forehead with a stone.She was bleeding and weeping bitterly.He stopped his long-standing plan, and they finally moved out of here.Of course, there were other reasons for their moving away. It was said that the girl's uncle, the lame old father's elder brother, had achieved something outside, and sent a letter to take care of his brother.They followed to live a good life.

More than ten years later, Da Mao has also grown up.He is very handsome, definitely the kind that girls like.He took some capital and left home to start a business.He is far away from home, at least across the province.He is very courageous, of course, he is also extremely smart, and his business is flourishing.When one is rich and has reached an appropriate age, it is natural to marry a wife and have children.As a result, matchmakers from far and near came to his apartment almost every day, trying to facilitate a marriage, and his parents also wrote home letters one after another, urging him to go home and marry a wife.However, he already has his own heart.It's just that other girls don't like him.

They met because of a chance encounter.It probably belongs to the kind of love at first sight, goodbye infatuation, goodbye is the kind that she won't marry.He met her at a temple fair.She held a parasol, followed by two little girls, and went to the temple to offer incense.She is very good-looking, and she is also very gentle.When walking, it can be said to be "slightly walking on the waves, dust on the socks".With a quick glance, he was already completely attracted, and when he looked at it again, he was even more astonished, as if his heart was tied to her by a human being.He quietly followed behind, quietly accompanied her to offer incense, and quietly watched her ask Miao Zhu about her marriage.In the end, he finally didn't want to be silent anymore. He asked a lot of people, and finally knew where she lived, and knew that she was staying in her boudoir.Of course, he would never have imagined that he would run into an old friend in this remote place.He returned home, solemnly wrote down his detailed information, prepared the most exquisite gifts, invited the most famous matchmaker from far and near, and begged her to go to her home to propose marriage.

Her parents resolutely refused, and when her parents asked for her opinion, she asked the matchmaker to tell him that in order to marry her, he needed to accomplish one thing: pave the road between the two provinces with earth and stones by himself. that way.It was a road full of potholes, not too long, but it was not paved by one person.He heard this request, as if he didn't realize the "unreasonable" request, and he didn't seem to consider whether he could fulfill it at all.He asked his family to prepare carts, livestock pans and the like, and then left home.He eats and sleeps in the open, and works hard all day long.However, as if he didn't feel tired, he didn't slack in the slightest from beginning to end.Because there is always one person in his mind, and there is always one thought: he can marry her after paving the way.

In this way, half a year has passed.The road he wants to pave still has no end in sight.However, he didn't need to go any further because she had agreed to marry him.The wedding night in the bridal chamber was naturally joyful. He lifted the bride's hijab and stared at her quietly, his eyes full of affection, as if he wanted to blend into her body and go with her forever.Suddenly, he saw the scar on her forehead.The scars were like flaws in beautiful jade, lying across the flawless face of the bride, making people have to give birth to some regrets. "My lady, how did you get the injury on your forehead?" He asked with concern.The bride smiled and said, "Da Mao, do you still remember the Liu family at the head of the village 12 years ago?"...

That's about the story.Among the many stories I heard as a child, this alone reminds me of this.Not because of how wonderful the story is, or how deep it is.It's because of Zhang Kai's love, just like this story tells, that I just brought up this ancient memory from the sediment in my mind.Of course, it can only be said that this story is similar to Zhang Kai’s. The girl’s appearance is not as different as in the story. When they first met, they were already sixteen or seventeen-year-old young men. There is no parent involved in the relationship, and there is no prophecy of the gods, and there is no encounter with the crowd that has a low probability of reuniting after more than ten years.It's just that some of the two years of coexistence were just indifference.Who would have thought that two years later, they would love so thoroughly that they would say "I'm sure of her!", which is a life-long oath.

Her name is Wu Qingping, and she was his classmate during the first and second years of high school. "She didn't look good at the time. She had a fat body, a round face, and a lot of pimples on her face. Her hair was messy and she was not tall. The only thing I could see was probably her breasts." Zhang Kay said with a smile.There was a little helplessness in his words, as if he was regretting his past.

"The first time I talked to her, it was quite unpleasant." He paused and continued. "At that time, I had been in high school for several weeks. I sat in the back row of the classroom with a few buddies, and I was very leisurely on weekdays. Back then, I was very individual, and my clothes were fashionable. I looked like a sophomore in middle school. However, he has a big temper and gets angry at every turn, maybe it's a puberty syndrome." He said with nostalgia, as if he was introspecting, or making excuses, so as to alleviate the impulsiveness he committed at that age. of "sins".

"It was an afternoon, during recess. I went out to the bathroom with a few buddies, and got some fresh air. During the period, I went to the canteen in front of the school to buy some snacks and the like. When we came back, I found that they were sorting out the test papers, which were sent to us to take home and do it ourselves, and then the teacher would talk about it the next day. However, when I returned to my seat, I found that there was no test paper for me. I asked the students around , they have them all. And when I asked if there was any more, a classmate told me that there was another set, but she took it and planned to bring it to a friend who was sick and asked for leave. I don’t study hard on weekdays, and I belong to that I have been fishing for three days and drying the net for two days, but my grades are good. Therefore, even if the paper is given to me, I will not do it. But at that moment, I was really angry. The emotion exploded instantly, and I punched It hit the table very loudly. She was sitting right in front of me, two rows of tables away. I cursed loudly, without naming names, but everyone knew it well. I forgot what I cursed. But I guess there is nothing good to say." He talked about the past, his eyebrows were beaming, and he spoke in a cadence.These are indeed some good memories. After all, the content of the story is different from the storytelling, especially as the protagonist of the story, telling his own story to a close and curious person.

"She stood up abruptly, walked quickly to my side, and then slammed the paper in her hand on my desk with all her strength. Then, without saying a word, she quickly returned to herself Then she lay down on the table and sobbed. Her tablemate and a few good friends around her began to comfort her. I was also persuaded by those buddies, not to mention she was crying , I naturally can't say anything more." He continued to tell the story.I suddenly remembered that story, and I thought, maybe this is fate! Although, it is a bit like "Nie Yuan".

"One day after that, I went to find her and coaxed her. Although I thought there was nothing wrong with it, I still took the initiative to admit it. After all, boys should be responsible." He shook his head, a little helplessly said with a smile.

"After that, we gradually became acquainted. During the period, she was made to cry by me, or more precisely, she was scared to cry. It was probably when I lost my temper in class and cursed people. It’s too big, plus it occasionally smashes the table, it may look a bit fierce. However, it’s not aimed at her. She’s always like this, she cries easily, and she’s a crybaby.” He was a little bit bitter, as if he was complaining Confession for his irrationality and the violent temper he once showed. "You said, is this self-inflicted? Who knows that I fell in love with her later. Sigh!"

"In the third year of high school, she transferred to another high school. But we have contact information and often contact each other. After graduating from the third year of high school, she took the test outside. I stayed and repeated because my grades were not good enough. The year of repeating , very tired, especially in the heart has been very bad. But in that year, she would call me from time to time, tell me about her life, and then encourage me, comfort me, accompany me. Every time and She was really happy when she talked on the phone, as if she was the only one who cared about me in this world. I am getting used to this kind of life more and more, and I can’t live without her more and more.” He narrated the bits and pieces of the past, he said , His love for her is like this, like a grass in spring, in the sun and rain, slowly sprouts, slowly thrives, and finally spreads all over the mountains and plains, and can no longer be contained.

"I started to care about everything about her, and I started to be jealous. Whenever I think about the things between her and her boyfriend in high school, their hugs, their kisses, I can't help but feel very angry. And when I hear She has broken up, and I feel very happy. Although, on the surface, I still have to pretend to be sad, and I need to comfort her. In terms of age, I am a little older than her, and she also calls me brother. Maybe, she really put me Be my brother! But, I don't want to stop here. I believe she will be mine, no matter what twists and turns there are, she will be mine in the end." He said confidently.I don't know why he dared to say it with such certainty, but I can see his determination and his love.

"That year went by like this, the results were good, my grades were very good. During the summer vacation, I invited some friends to celebrate, and she was there. I drank a lot that day, and I was very drunk and passed out. Personnel affairs. The next day, those friends told me that I kept holding her hand and would not let her leave. In fact, I was not drunk and in a coma at the time, and I knew exactly what I was doing. This may be my first Show her your heart once and for all! However, it was because of the alcohol, which made it less solemn. It was too childish, so she didn't take it seriously!" His words suddenly had a bit of bitterness, and his expression was a little unnatural Get up, I guess, maybe because of remorse.He was regretting that he was drunk at the time and expressed his feelings while drunk. After all, no one would take what a drunk said seriously.Or, he was simply regretting that he was drunk and unscrupulous at the time. He shouldn't have behaved like that at the time. He should have kept this love in his heart for a longer time, at least not letting others know.

"As it turned out, I went to college. She got a boyfriend, too!" His voice trailed off, and I knew it, frustrated.I don't know why he said that, maybe he attributed the reason why she talked with other boyfriends to the fact that he didn't express his feelings clearly and effectively.However, he is a smart person, and he should also know that the choice of one person has nothing to do with others.So why should he think so?Perhaps, this is the continuation of his self-confidence all the time, as he often said, "She will be mine after all, no matter how many twists and turns there are in the middle."

He continues to contact her as a friend, and she also treats him like a friend, contacting him from time to time.Occasionally, tell him the anguish in life.Occasionally, cry to him, vent all kinds of helplessness in life.There was a complete break between them because of her boyfriend. She deleted all her contact information, and he was completely disappointed.That night, he cried, so loudly that he couldn't even shed tears. He said, "I haven't cried in nearly ten years."He was devastated and at a loss as to what to do, as if a person who had believed in God all his life was suddenly told by God that you are not my believer, you are not my people, and you cannot believe in me.The weather was very hot, but I felt the coldness on his body.In this way, it took about two or three months.Suddenly they were in touch again.Gradually, from a few words, to asking for warmth, until talking about everything. "I won't interfere in her life, but I can be a good listener," he said.

"Why do you think she's going to be yours in the end?" I asked.

"Because I believe that no one can love her more than me, and no one can treat her better than me." He replied, his words were full of confidence and affection.

"However, loving someone is not only about giving, let alone giving, how can it be compared clearly!" I continued, not refuting, but just questioning his words based on my own understanding.Or, more accurately, questions about his self-confidence.

"Although I say this, the human heart is always fleshy, let alone a girl. Besides, love is not just love. More deeply, love is life. In the end, what supports life can only be mutual sacrifices. And , I'm sure she still likes me." Zhang Kai said.He takes a long view and he is a rational person.Of course, a rational person still has a romantic side, just like his infatuation. "I don't want to find another girl, at least, until I reach the age where I must marry." This is his "crazy", but also his determination, and even more his love.

I said, "You have let go of a large area of ​​flowers and plants!"

He smiled and said, "Who knows if that piece is heartbroken grass or unfeeling flower, just let it go!"

So, their love, which is not love, has been going on.Perhaps, it is really because of love.Perhaps, it was because of their deformed love itself.Their relationship has been maintained for four years or more.No passion, but no separation either.

I met her thanks to Wu Qingping.I know Wu Qingping, but because of Zhang Kai, we know each other.When they chat on weekdays, I occasionally make a joke. "Qing Ping, is there any pretty female classmate, please introduce me!" I jokingly said. "Okay!" she replied.So, because of a word I said jokingly, she really introduced her friend to me.Originally, I could ignore it, but since I have already said this, and she has fulfilled her promise, I will naturally not back down at this critical moment when it is about face.Thus, the connection between us was established.

Her name is Zhao Qiyun.I didn't know what she looked like at first, and of course, I just established a relationship with her from the perspective of a friend.Our first topic is about "Dream of Red Mansions".

"What books do you like to read?" I asked.

"Among Chinese classical books, I like "Dream of Red Mansions" the most." She replied.

"Really? So, who is your favorite character in this book?" I continued to ask.I am a boring person, so boring that I only know that the conversation between people is completed by asking one question after another, and then answering these questions one after another.

Fortunately, she didn't seem to mind the way I spoke, nor was she bored by it.At least, she didn't show it directly.

"Qin Keqing, she is a mysterious woman in the book, which is intriguing. She is so good that people feel that she should not exist in the world at all. I have read a book by a red scholar, he is from Qin Keqing's point of view The one who set off to explore the Red Chamber, he connected Qin Keqing with the imperial family of the Qing Dynasty, all kinds of tracing back to the source, and the unconstrained style. I think what he said is quite interesting." She said a lot, which fully reflected her love for this book interest.

"I've read it too, but I don't quite agree with what he said. Although it's interesting, there's no evidence for it. What's more, people who write novels may intentionally or unintentionally involve their own experiences, but if you press As he said, if it involves too much, too deep, and too unimaginable, then the novel will inevitably become very rigid, and a good novel will definitely not be like this. I agree with Mr. Hu Shi's statement that "Dream of Red Mansions" is Mr. Cao The portrayal of his life has the shadow of his family life. After all, from the historical records, there are traces to follow. Of course, Mr. Chuanshan Wang Fuzhi once said that literary critics are not just pure reviews, they should be literary The re-creation of the work. It’s just that the re-creation should start from the work itself, and it should be well-founded.” I said.It is very serious, and consciously has a sense of art.Maybe, I shouldn't talk to girls like this, it's not very romantic after all.However, that's the kind of person I am, and when it comes to the truth, I get carried away.

We talked a lot that night.I told her about Mr. Cao's life experience, starting with his ancestors who guarded the border during the Ming Dynasty, the relationship between his grandfather and Emperor Kangxi, and the decline of his father's generation.He experienced ups and downs at a young age, and finally died in poverty and hatred, leaving behind a peerless work that only wrote eighty chapters.I told her that I would call everyone I respect and admire Mr.

Naturally, we are not conducting academic discussions, nor are we talking about learning.It's just a simple chat, but the content of the chat is a bit special.How should we chat?I have been confused for a long time.Because if you want to chat, there must be a topic, and this topic must have something in common.As for the content of the chat, it can be roughly divided into life trifles, other people's short and long, history, world affairs, works of art, and work issues. But I don't like to say it, so I try to avoid it as much as possible.However, gossip is always indispensable in daily conversations, and it is the main constituent of daily conversations.So, I can only talk less.As for other things, you can talk more about it. After all, it belongs to the category of fake and big empty, and you don't have to take any responsibility, and you won't have any bad influence because of your words.However, if this is the case, it will inevitably lead to "poor speech", after all, it is difficult to integrate with daily life.What's more, if these words are all open and closed, in people's images, they will inevitably be linked to the "old pedants", which will lose a lot of humor and add a sense of depth.However, if you know what you know, it is very difficult to change it. "The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change", probably also includes this aspect.

Since then, I have often talked to her.It's like "the rain meets the rain after a long drought, and an old friend meets an old friend in a foreign country", the relationship will be different if there are more words and deeper connections.