1: sad romance
After graduating from Jie University, despite the strong dissuasion of parents, relatives and friends, she resolutely gave up the superior working conditions in the city and returned to the poor ravine in Guangdong with her boyfriend Tao.
Xie Hetao teaches in a classroom built of residual bricks and tiles in a ravine. Even the electricity can't guarantee the normal supply. He lives in poverty, but there is no shortage of happy and romantic days.
Valentine's day. After class in the evening, Jay and Tao come to the hillside behind the school. Jay snuggled up to Tao and sat on the hillside with little grass. As the sun sets, a golden light shines obliquely, reflecting the whole hillside into a pale yellow sea. There are a few light and elegant white clouds floating in the sky, just like an affectionate girl dancing around her waist.
On such an intoxicating night, they talked about the dribs and drabs of college campus life. In junior year, on this day, the sisters in the same dormitory all received roses from their boyfriends, but Jay didn't. Jie was very sad at that time, crying and complaining that Tao didn't love her, didn't understand romance and was stingy. Tao hurried to four or five flower shops and sweated back a bunch of bright red roses, which made Jie smile through tears.
Later, Jay learned that this bouquet of roses was bought by Tao for two weeks' breakfast.
Every time I talk about it, Jay regrets it.
Speaking of which, Tao seemed to think of something, smiled strangely at Jie, mysteriously asked Jie to wait for him for a while, then trotted off and disappeared on the hillside.
After that brief two minutes.
"Bang-"
Suddenly there was a muffled sound, accompanied by a piercing cry, which startled Jay.
Tao, it's Tao's voice
Jay hurriedly ran in the direction of the voice. When she saw it, she suddenly froze. I saw Tao lying on his back in a ditch full of thorns more than two meters deep. Tao's leg is broken and he can't walk. The doctor said that if you can't recover in three months, it may lead to lifelong disability.
It turned out that Tao accidentally slipped to pick a small wild flower by the ditch.
Chapter 2: Watching from afar
That year, she was only 20 years old, like a newly opened peach blossom on a branch in spring, fresh and full. Since primary school, she has been singing Hua Dan in the troupe, with a clear voice and a delicate appearance, which vividly plays the little matchmaker in The West Chamber. He is 32 years old and is in a troupe with her. He is a pillar, a martial artist, a silver gun and dancing like a tiger.
On the stage, they are overlord and concubine; Under the stage, she called his teacher, and he taught her hands, eyes, posture, steps, singing meritorious deeds, unequivocally. She quietly took his costume and practiced sweating in the cold and hot spring breeze. Her young heart, dancing gently.
Knowing that he has a family, she still loves him. Just like the drums on the stage, her heart tossed and turned in the drums, ups and downs, wandering and struggling, and finally fell like a fallen city inch by inch. On the stage, when her overlord tried to break through in the desperate situation under siege, she held a pheasant feather on her head in one hand and a sword in the other, singing plaintively: "The king is exhausted, why can't a concubine make a living ..." She shed tears and committed suicide with her sword. ...
She thought, this is the way to love someone. When he was born, she could also sing. After his death, she will no longer be an only child.
He doesn't understand this lingering idea, but he can't accept it because he has a family, a wife and children. Facing her youth as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, he can't give her a future. He avoided her, avoided her, snubbed her and stopped performing with her. The sweater she carefully knitted for him was also politely rejected by him, but the rumors gradually started. In that small county, ambiguous news spread faster than the plague. Her father, a prim old man, immediately pulled her back from the troupe and put her in a small room with a locked door.
Brass can't lock an spoony heart again. That night, she jumped out of the window and fled to his dormitory. She rushed into his arms and told him that we were going to elope.
Elopement also needs two of a kind, but this is not the case. He coldly pushed her away and left, leaving only two words: nonsense.
That night, and many nights later, she couldn't sleep. Half a month later, when she returned to the troupe, she realized that he had resigned and went south with his wife and belt.
After that, there was no news, and her heart became an empty city. She knows that this love, from beginning to end, is actually a one-man show, but she is too deep to wake up.
15 years passed, and by middle age, she was already a famous artist. She also has a happy and harmonious family, a virtuous husband and a filial son. She created many classic stage images, but she never played concubine again. Because her overlord is gone.
On the Lantern Festival that year, she toured with the troupe. In a small town, she performed five performances in a row, and the applause thundered. The stage, applause, flowers and cheers are all familiar scenes for her. But what's the difference? Seems to have a pair of eyes, like a prairie fire, warmly followed her for a long time. When she went to look for it, she disappeared into the crowd. After the curtain call, she took off her makeup backstage and received a short note with a big word scrawled on it: 15 years of staring eyes, never stopping.
She was shocked at once, and the feeling of 15 was turned upside down in her heart. Yes, that's him. She chased out, and there was no one in the empty audience. She leaned against the post and burst into tears.
Wandering in his heart 15 years of bitterness, instantly melted.
Yes, he has always loved her. It's just that he knows that she was a tree in full bloom in spring at that time, and this love is an oblique branch of her tall and straight tree. If you don't cut it down mercilessly, it will only destroy her. So, he has to leave. Today, she is a diamond poplar soaring into the sky, and every branch she grows has his affectionate gaze.
That distant watch is the most beautiful watch in life.
I would rather sit behind you forever.
When I met him, she was only eighteen years old, with long hair fluttering, standing there waving like a bunch of lilies in the wind. But Lily's gesture is to ask for help, because her bicycle chain is broken in two. The car passed by, but no one wanted to stop to help. When a hundred dewdrops were about to fall from her face, a green bike stopped beside her. He was twenty years old that year and dressed himself as a racing driver. He kept her car neck and neck with his own, then held the handlebar in his left hand and her handlebar in his right hand, rubbing his nose against the back seat: "Get up."
"Is that all right?" She was too timid to believe it, but his smile reassured her. Along the way, he skillfully controlled two bicycles and deftly avoided passing cars. She was surprised at his ease.
"You are the best cyclist I have ever seen. Are you an athlete? " She asked.
"Sure ... no, but in the future, I will participate in the Asian Games, the Olympic Games and travel around China."
When he got to the door, he didn't get off the bus, leaving only one sentence: "Little sister, your hair is too long, and your riding resistance is too great." She forgot to ask her name when he left. She just touched her long hair and hesitated for a long time.
When she saw him again, she posted on various websites in this city through the internet: I just want to find such a young man with big eyes and big mouth. He smiled and showed two little tiger teeth, riding a green racing car and wearing a helmet in summer ... the city is very small. Finally, a month later, she received a phone call. He asked, "You wanted to see me? Can I help you? "
Her heart was beating fast. She said, "I have something to do. I want to learn to ride a bike with you, and I want to travel around China. "
At the age of twenty-three, she saw him cry for the first time because his dream of being an athlete was shattered. "It doesn't matter, we will work hard. There will be a beautiful big house and a beautiful BMW in the future. I will also give birth to a beautiful son for you to fulfill your dream of being an athlete. "
However, he made a plan to travel around the country: "In three years, I will marry you by bike."
By the time she was 26, her long hair had reached her waist. When we met again, the bike was mottled in the wind and rain, and his dark face was full of fatigue. Only when he smiles, those two little tiger teeth are as confident as ever. First she smiled, paused for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "What took you so long? It has been three years and nine days, you know? You are late, you are riding slowly, and I am going to take a wedding photo today. "
His smile hasn't changed. He got on the bus and left. When he left, he gave her a thumbs-up sign: "Little sister, your hair is growing again. Be careful when riding a bike. " She is still laughing: "I will never ride a bike again." I am learning to drive now. "
He nodded and left. After his figure disappeared into the crowd, her tears fell down and she couldn't help crying aloud: "Fool, fool, why don't you ride quickly?"
At the age of thirty, her dream of BMW had not been realized, but she got a huge legacy from him. The cyclist who delivered the letter said that he had left and had a landslide during an activity. It was not until the relics were cleared that everyone knew that he had a genetic history of heart disease. Because of this, he cannot be an athlete; Because of this, he wants to use sports to prove the value of life; Because of this, he was deliberately nine days late after traveling around the country. ...
He has made a will, and all the inheritance left by his parents is enough for her to buy a beautiful BMW.
She went to the funeral of his accident and took his deformed bike with her. She found the best mechanic and repaired the bike with more money than buying a new car. That day, she rode home by bike, and the rider who saw her off found that she had cut off her waist-long hair.