1: Did you get married to make love work?
I met a patient's daughter in the ward. She was as beautiful as a flower: tall and straight head, white panel and Zhou Zheng's five senses. The girl's family is well-off and she is currently working in a foreign company. According to her mother, the girl is decorating the house and will soon become a bride.
Girls are in their prime, not only handsome in appearance, but also kind in heart. My mother had an operation on her leg. She just went to the ground and needed help. Seeing me trembling to help my mother alone, I don't need to say hello. She was eating, put down her rice bowl, stood up quickly and helped her from the other side. She was so tall that she had to bend down when she grabbed her mother's arm. Mother felt very sorry and thanked her again and again, but she said it was what she should do.
Looking at such a clever girl, I guess: her boyfriend must be tall and handsome!
That day, she went to visit her mother with her boyfriend. To everyone's surprise, her boyfriend is a little shorter than her.
In such an era of "high, big and all-round" in choosing friends, is there anything else hidden in girls' choice? For example, although that boy is ugly, may he be the son of a multi-millionaire, or the son of a senior official, or the CEO of a Fortune 500 company?
Don't! Through talking, I learned that boys and girls are colleagues. He is a child from the county seat, and his family is extremely ordinary. At present, the new house being renovated is the down payment paid by the two of them for several years, and a mortgage has been made. The new house cost my parents nothing. At the moment when "gnawing at the old" is popular, their behavior makes me sit up and take notice. What a young man with backbone! Filial piety, kindness, independence and courage.
The doctor on duty came to ask about his mother's illness. He is also a short man. Looking at the doctor's back, the girl mused and whispered to her boyfriend, "Can't you straighten your back?" In fact, I just secretly compared it. You are about the same height as that doctor, but he is taller than you and still arrogant! "
I smile.
It seems that girls are not indifferent to the height of boys, nor are they blind to it. Well, compared with quality, I admit that paying attention to height is also a kind of vanity, but who is not so vain? Especially such a beautiful young girl.
Every love has a reason, and every marriage has a foundation. So, what attracts a beautiful girl to a boy, and even, she wants to promise herself?
The boy leans back in his chair and presses his mobile phone with relish, so relaxed in front of his future mother-in-law, just like her son. It can be seen that their family relationship is very harmonious.
I whispered curiously to the girl, "What do you see in him?"
The girl also whispered, "He can save money and won't waste a penny." Although the voice was very low, the future mother-in-law lying in bed answered: "For example, if we eat out, even if there is a steamed bread left on the table, he will not give up and take it home. He said that steaming is another kind of rice. " "It seems that people are alive!" I nodded. The girl took the message: "He was reluctant to buy good clothes, and I bought them for him. I am bent on making money and saving money. " In words, there is infinite love and pity.
I sincerely wish them all the best. It is said that there are many "leftover women" in society. In fact, the main reason for this situation is women. They ask their future husbands to be either spot dealers or futures dealers. But frankly, in today's society, the vast majority of men are neither spot men nor futures men, but men who may be ordinary all their lives. What shall we do? Faced with such a cruel reality, a woman's lifelong efforts should be-how to live a colorful and rich life with an ordinary man.
If you haggle over every ounce, switch between futures and spot every day; If you stare at other people's husbands' senior officials with red eyes, you will get a long look; If marriage is regarded as a step into heaven rather than a continuation of life, it will never be satisfied and cherished-just like Scarlett to Rhett, she is arrogant in pursuit of illusory happiness, but she just ignores her favorite.
Are you married to make love and make a positive result? Not necessarily! After all, marriage is a lifestyle of personal choice, not a love game. But when asked about the reasons for getting married, many women gave a powerful answer in one word: "love"! Unfortunately, after getting married, she seems to find life more and more difficult. After all, having love is only a part of life, not the whole of life.
In an era of not rich princes, if a woman wants to get married firmly, please remember that she will fall into the dust of life from the cloud of love and integrate into the life of fireworks.
Don't let the roses wither.
1998, I am studying in Russia. That Valentine's Day, Moscow was very cold, the temperature reached MINUS 38℃, and the sky was full of snow. Nevertheless, the vendors selling roses continue to walk in the street, keeping this token of love burning and warming the people in love.
I am an exception. Those roses will only make me colder, because I was blown to the edge of love by the whirlwind of lovelorn. I began to wonder how many lies were mixed in this flying oath snow.
I walked out of the sad cafe, where I just broke up with Ye. How ironic, this is obviously a festival for couples to hold hands, but I chose to go our separate ways. I walked away without looking back. I know it's all over, just like the footprints behind me. I walked by and was covered with thick snow. It slipped my mind.
I walked aimlessly, walking through the tide of roses and lies, unable to go ashore.
"Buy some flowers, sir."
An old woman in thin clothes gently tugged at my skirt with her shriveled hands.
"How much is a bunch?" I asked casually.
"It's up to you. Feelings can't be priced, right? "
I'm a little surprised that she would say such a thought-provoking thing. I looked up at her, and the cold wind turned her face into a sauce color, but it didn't stop her from smiling at me.
Her booth is full of red roses, but business is not good.
I picked a rose at random, thinking of my failed love, and threw 1 Gaby into her money box. "My feelings are worth this money." I shrugged and said naughtily.
That amount is equivalent to giving alms to a beggar.
I hold the flowers in my hand, and no one can send them. I think the rose is extremely dazzling, and it seems to mock me with its nobility. I threw it into the air, and the red petals fell on the street with the snow.
At this time, the old woman selling flowers caught up with me from behind. I think my behavior probably insulted her. I made a wish on every petal. She complained, "You shouldn't waste flowers like this."
"But," I mumbled, "no one wants my roses anymore." I told her about the love that just failed.
"Go and bring the girl who broke your heart, and I'll tell you a story." She said in a slightly commanding tone.
I hesitated, but I dialed the telephone of Ye. The leaves are covered with snow.
"Children," said the old woman, "this is a well-known story, but you China people may not have heard of it. I'll tell you if it doesn't bother me. " Ye and I nodded in unison.
"During the Great Patriotic War," she said, "we used to be a battlefield here. A newly married young man and woman were forced to separate. This man will defend the motherland. Before leaving, he said to her, just wait for me in this house and I will definitely come back.
"The fighting was fierce and cruel. A year later, their hometown also became the front line. According to the instructions of the superior, all the local people had to evacuate, but she didn't leave. She remembered their agreement that she would stay in the house until he came back.
"She became a front-line nurse, and this house became a battlefield hospital. She braved the bullets with the medical staff on the battlefield, carried the injured soldiers away one by one and buried the dead soldiers one by one.
"The war is over, the heroic Soviet people won the final victory, but the losses were heavy, and the whole country was immersed in mourning for their loved ones. She stayed in that house for a year, two years and three years, and she always cherished that hope. She said that he would definitely come back. She planted many roses in the house. She dressed the house like heaven. She waited for him to come back, from a young girl to an old woman ... "
"Has she finally arrived?" I asked the leaves at the same time.
"No, but that hope is like a lamp, which shines strongly on her every night." The old woman went on to say, "That's where the roses on this stand were picked. Every petal has a wish. I really don't understand how you young people lost this feeling. Just like the rose you just threw away, it makes people feel distressed ... "
Ye and I both bowed our heads, and we saw each other's reddish faces, and our hands closed together again.
My face suddenly began to burn, and I was embarrassed because I bought her roses with 1 Gaby and threw them away. I feel like a mass of black ash eager to fly, full of bright snow, full of pure world, only me, this black uncoordinated ash. I want to fly, but I can't escape without wind.
I thought of a way to make up for my mistake. I said to Ye, "Let's help her sell flowers."
We found a board and wrote a poem on it: Moscow does not believe in tears, but believes in roses.
Good people came one after another and bought bunches of roses.
When it was dark, only two bunches of roses were burning in our booth.
"It's providence, children," said the old woman. "Look at these last two bunches of roses. They are yours. You should always be together, shouldn't you? "
Ye and I held two fires, and our gaze melted many snowflakes. We walked back from the back of love step by step, gradually towards sunny morning, and gradually towards strawberry-covered spring.
The old woman took us into a house as beautiful as heaven. The big house is full of flowerpots and flowers everywhere.
"Isn't the hero in the story you?" I asked Ye Xiang, as if he had discovered this myth.
"No, she has passed away. I am already the twelfth person who lives in this house. Before she died, she said, no matter who lives in this house, please fulfill your obligation to wait for her and don't let those roses wither. "
The old woman went on to say, "Every Valentine's Day, I sell some roses. I want to save some money to repair the house. I can't stay long. That's all I can do. "
Ye and I thought of living in this house and endless love here almost at the same time. It makes our cold hearts melt slowly, and makes all tomorrows warm as spring in its flame. I believe that I will eventually stand up like a tenacious rose. Failure lies in my oath to call back true love with true love.
When you saw tulips in full bloom, we got married.
The poor painter had no money to rent a house and was introduced by the studio owner to live in the villa of the blind girl. The blind girl who loves life deeply touched the painter. He decorated the villa in her heart with beautiful colors and planted beautiful tulips for her in the garden. Even, he risked his life to catch poisonous snakes and summon up courage to treat blind girls. ...
There is a worrying secret in the old villa.
Shu Tong, 27, is a wandering oil painter. I came to Mianyang in the autumn of 2005 and found a job painting oil painting background in the "Meimeitian" wedding photo studio.
Hard-working Shu Tong doesn't want to be bound by fate. Although he can't afford to rent a house, he practices hard in the utility room of the photo studio every night. He feels that what his paintings lack is the beauty of color. That kind of breathtaking color-such as the magnificent mystery of the East and the bewildering mystery of the West. It is a hopeful thing to be able to overcome this difficulty.
Hong, the owner of the photo studio, liked this ambitious young man very much and said, "You should go to a new environment. I have a friend who left in a car accident three months ago. He has a villa in the southern suburbs. His daughter and her grandmother live there sadly. You might as well move there and help me stay with them. "
Boss Hong's kindness can't be refused, and he can have an independent creative space. He agreed.
On June 5438+ 10, 2005, Shu Tong took several buses with simple luggage. Finally, he found the old and gloomy villa. Most of the lawn in front of the door has died, and the yellow-brown ground is covered.
The old lady smiled and welcomed Shu Tong into the living room.
This house is a warehouse! The internal layout is chaotic. The black sofa is next to the gray wall, and the brown floor tile is covered with a harsh red carpet. On the opposite wall, there is a huge but unfinished oil painting. There are several dark clouds on the pale black distant mountain. ...
Shu Tong asked the old lady, "May I meet your granddaughter?"
"She is still taking a nap, and her children have irregular schedules."
Shu lives in the attic above the third floor of the villa. He framed the wall with his own paintings, found some sticks and nailed it into the workbench. He opened the window and could see the deserted garden behind the villa.
That night, Shu Tong was squatting on the workbench to mix colors when someone knocked at the door and came in.
She is wearing a white casual dress, with long black hair, big round eyes and a gentle smile on her mouth, which looks quiet and beautiful.
"I'm glad you can come to my house. I heard that you are a painter? "
"Yes, painting oil paintings."
"Great!" Wang Xue's slightly dull eyes flashed. "I also like painting. I once asked my father to buy me an oil painting and hang it. "
"Is that a bought oil painting?"
"Yes, there are many beautiful flowers on it." Wang Xue described how beautiful the villa in her mind is, as small as every handrail, every desk lamp and even the pattern on the bathroom wall brick are exquisite works of art.
Shu Tong was infected by her happiness, but there was an unspeakable secret pain in his heart. She can't see? The walls are yellow? The sofa is purple? Who told her? Shu Tong was too surprised to speak. At this time, the old lady had stood at the door, winking at Shu Tong, and Shu Tong had to stop talking.
After Wang Xue had a rest, the old lady came to Shu Tong again. It is said that although Wang Xue is very clever, when she was 3 years old, a serious illness caused her blindness. Her mother told her the shape and color of everything. 10 years old, mother died of illness. This villa was mortgaged by my father when he contracted the project in his early years. Later, Wang Xue asked his father to rearrange the house according to his own imagination. But she didn't know that her father's business lost money and she couldn't afford to do anything. In order not to disappoint his daughter, he verbally promised to send Wang Xue to a friend's house for a few days, but nothing happened. That oil painting is also the waste of boss Hong's photo studio. The flowers and plants in the oil painting were all painted by my father according to his own imagination. The old lady wiped a handful of tears and said, consider this a white lie and let it rot in her stomach.
The original color is fragrant.
That night, Shu Tong's heart can't be calm for a long time. He thinks that only the beautiful colors she described deserve the beautiful Wang Xue!
The next day, when he came back from work, Wang Xue personally cooked him a meal with two dishes and one soup: a plate of shredded beef with yellow flowers, a plate of fried green beans and a bowl of egg soup. She was very absorbed in watching Shu Tong eat and eat. Shu Tong ate with tears on her face. What a careful and kind girl! Fate is so unfair to her! He felt the warmth of home and was determined to bring it to this home.
The arrival of Shu Tong not only changed Wang Xue's mood, but also changed her biological clock. She arranged her life exactly according to Shu Tong's schedule. Every day after dinner, she wants Shu Tong to tell her everything about colors.
Wang Xue's mother taught her to know the world with her sense of touch, and made her feel the shape of things and the beauty of the world, but the colors she taught Wang Xue were very dull, so Wang Xue lived in deception. Is there any way for Wang Xue to perceive and distinguish colors by herself? This is what Shu Tong racked his brains for, but it finally made him think of a way.
"Green is fragrant, red should be the smell of roses, and yellow must be the smell of lemon ..."
"Oh, it's beautiful! The color is alive! " Wang Xue clapped his hands. "The fragrance is white tulip, the fragrance is purple tulip, and purple is close to green. Mellow, it must be a yellow or red tulip! "
"Do you like tulips very much?" "Yes, my mother said tulips represent beauty and elegance. I like its long round leaves, the shape like a goblet, and its fragrance. It smells really cool. "
"Well, let's plant tulips!"
165438+ 10, Shu Tong went to the plantation to buy tulip bulbs, dug the soil in the garden deeply and raked it flat, then applied rotten leaves and cake fertilizer and buried the bulbs deeply. Wang Xue always stands quietly, with a handkerchief in one hand and scented tea in the other. When Shu Tong is tired, he comes to wipe sweat and drink tea. She believes that when spring comes, tulips in the garden will compete for beauty, and she will ask Shu Tong to draw all kinds of the most beautiful colors for her.
In order to make Wang Xue feel this color realistically, he used essence to turn yellow into a faint lemon fragrance. Paint the walls yellow one by one, change the gray sky in the oil painting in the hall into Liang Cheng blue, and change the light black distant mountains into oil green. On the Yuan Ye, there are endless tulips ...
In order to let you see the beautiful tulips.
In the blink of an eye, in March 2006, the tulips in the garden opened and smelled delicious. She said to Shu Tong, "They are beautiful girls who dance ballet. Am I right?"
"Exactly, Cher, I must show them to you."
"I have seen it!"
"Yes, you did." Shu Tong said to himself, "You must see it." For a while, he visited ophthalmologists in major hospitals in Mianyang. Finally, Shu Tong heard that soaking wine with the bile of wild Agkistrodon halys has special effects.
Shu Tong decided to give it a try. He lied that there was something urgent at home and said goodbye to Wang Xue.
Shu Tong lives in Tongjiang County, the hinterland of Daba Mountain in Sichuan, where there are often poisonous snakes known as the "king of all poisons". He started a life of catching snakes. Although Shu Tong is cautious, he is still in danger. Thanks to the timely rescue of the old snake doctor, he survived. But Shu Tong didn't flinch. A month later, they caught more than 40 snakes, took out snake gall, made a big glass jar of snake gall wine and took it to Mianyang.
Wang Xue drank snake gall wine for half a year, but his eyes had no effect. On June 29th, 2006, he took Wang Xue to Chengdu West China Hospital for examination. The doctor told Shu Tong that if she couldn't find a suitable donor within three years, she would have to spend the rest of her life in the dark.
The doctor also said that according to relevant statistics, there are currently more than 3 million patients waiting for corneal transplantation in China. However, due to the lack of donor corneas, only more than 3,000 corneal transplants are completed in major hospitals across the country every year, accounting for only one thousandth. Many patients who could have seen the light again through corneal transplantation are waiting in the dark. ...
Shu Tong dare not face Wang Xue's eyes. On February 25, 2006, 65438+, he felt that even if there was a thousand hopes, he should work hard! Shu Tong is more determined to leave. But he felt uncertain and had to say, "I want to leave Mianyang and seek greater development elsewhere." You should take care, and your mother-in-law will take good care of you. "
"Well, I wish you success!" Wang Xue smiled faintly, bent down and picked up the brush. The brush leaned against the wall and her hands were shaking. ...
Shu Tong went to Chongqing. Two months later, he went to Wuhan, and then he went to Shanghai. Everywhere he went, he painted oil painting backgrounds for the studio day and night. He thinks he has found the most beautiful color! He paid all the money for selling paintings to the hospital. In the past three years, he has traveled to more than 65,438+000 cities across the country and paid deposits to more than 300 hospitals to buy corneas for Wang Xue. On July 17, 2009, he finally received a notice from Huaxi Hospital.
Wang Xue has lived alone for nearly three years. She believes that he will come back.
She sat in a purple chair with her back against the yellow wall every day, waiting for Shu Tong's return. On the afternoon of July 18, 2009, a taxi stopped at the gate of the fence and a person got off. She gave a soft cry: "Shu Tong!" Yes, that's him! They all opened their arms and gave each other a strong hug.
19 July, the operation lasted more than two hours, and the internationally advanced lamellar keratoplasty method was adopted, which was very successful.
On entering the room, Wang Xue saw on the opposite wall that her unfinished oil painting had been finished by Shu Tong: in front of the yellow hut, there was Yuan Ye with tulips in full bloom and a girl walking with her back to the sunset. Tulips and maidens are perfect and breathtaking.
"Maybe this is my most beautiful work."
"No, your most beautiful work is me!" Wang Xue corrected.
As the eyes returned to normal after the operation, Wang Xue did not have serious adverse reactions. She will remove the suture of corneal transplantation in March 20 10. At that time, the tulips in the garden will bloom, and they must take the most beautiful and gorgeous wedding photos among the flowers.
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