Prose of the year I met him 1 Last year, also in winter, I was walking in Zhuhu Lake, Yangming Mountain, and my colleague casually asked, "Who is your best friend in my life?" Still pondering, he said, "Don't think about it, just say it intuitively." Yes, it is my father, mother, sister, brother and my husband.
"What about him? Doesn't he count? " Sure, ask him. They are good classmates.
I took a dry branch and patted it on rows of reeds. As I ran, I muttered about the style of study and didn't answer.
Of course, he is a very important person in life.
Hit him, brush his hair with a comb, slap it down with a heavy hand, and a small steel nail is nailed into the small hole on his cheek. After a few seconds, dozens of blood beads slowly ooze out. That time, he didn't cry. I want to call again. It was the mother caught in the middle who was desperately pulling, shaking and crying. That year, I was nineteen and he was seventeen.
A few days later, I saw him in the street, outside the beef noodle shop in Taoyuan Street, Taipei. He bowed his head and stepped on the motorcycle with a cigarette in his mouth, followed by a girl in a mini skirt. I still remember when they got on the bus and left, the suit floated out in the night wind, and there was a bright red lining. The girl's hand held her waist and she marched in the city in high spirit. He didn't see me, the man with a bag of books in his hand who stopped when he saw him.
I didn't say anything to my mother when I got home. In those years, when my mother was a little nervous, she would shake her neck slightly. The involuntary reaction is sad. I am convinced that her problem is caused by her daughter's long-term refusal to go to school and her gloomy personality. At home, I always attack others and hurt them. Especially those who only go to school but don't really study. At that time, it was him who died. When he was at school, he really skipped classes and only spent money on himself. He was unfriendly, arrogant and frivolous. I thought about how I saw him in the street and sent a water margin annotated by myself to my brother's room. At that time, my brother was in the second day of junior high school, that is, the age when I annotated this book. We read together, and my brother began to write and write a paragraph. Pick it up at school. With my brother, I didn't say anything about him Many days later, there were people selling medicine and playing with snakes on the roadside of Changchun market, which was a night market. The onlookers are afraid of snakes, and the circle is very large. The drug seller laboriously talked and performed, and kept letting the snake bite his elbow-there was, but no one went up to buy medicine. The snake charmer once again performed the action of swallowing the snake, grasping the tail of the long snake tightly and letting the head of the snake slide into his mouth, which provoked many people to take a step back. At the moment when the crowd dispersed, I saw him again, and with a little fear and pity, I silently projected his expression on the drug seller who made a living under the bare light bulb. He is strange, soft and a little lonely in the crowd, revealing some unique confusion of teenagers. He's not on the motorcycle.
Looking at him from the window again. My brother has gone to college, and it's my first time to return to China. He squatted in the alley, locked the car, knowing that he would come in. I'm waiting to meet the man who hasn't written a letter in four years.
When you came in, you shouted at me with a smile, and I blushed first. I saw a canvas bag in his hand, which contained ink samples that should have been sold everywhere. He didn't wear any strange red suit. His jacket is dim, his hair is blown by the wind and he looks tired. He was half bent when he took off his shoes, and his dusty canvas bag was left on the ground. That year, he entered the society. That night, thinking of his pocket and his expression when he took off his shoes, I lay in bed and cried all night in the dark. Soon, I left again. We still have nothing to say and nothing to write. One day, my mother wrote that he had two daughters and became a father. Soon after, it is said that he left the ink shop, scraped together some money with a good classmate and started a small company. Many years passed, I got married, and he didn't say a word. Later, I thought I had forgotten this person until one day in my dream, I saw a ferocious barbed wire. There he is, and I am on the other side. I clearly saw him with a small blood hole on his face. I was nervous, so I called him and asked him to jump over the barbed wire. He looked around, stepped back, and then ran to me and surfed the Internet. Then he saw a strong lightning, and he was helplessly hung on the wire and turned into a cross. Then in my dream, I really smelled the burning of raw meat-I was still screaming when I was awakened, knowing that I was experiencing a dream, just a dream, and I still couldn't stop. On the second day of my dream, I received a telegram from my uncle. I didn't see the content clearly, so I threw myself on the ground and cried. Barefoot and without money, I ran across the wilderness and walked into the humble telecommunications bureau. I insisted that they make a long-distance call back to Taiwan Province Province. By the time my husband strode into the telecommunications bureau, I had been waiting for more than six hours. My husband came, the phone was connected, and my father answered the phone. I cried to my father, hugged the receiver and lost my voice. It's hard for both sides to understand that he's okay-people who think they forgot are okay, too, and then I read the telegram that was pinched into a ball. A telegram that can be misunderstood.
For the next few days, when I was alone at home, I was always in a trance. At night, I looked into the darkness with my eyes open, thinking about him. He didn't say anything in his life, only to find out what this man meant to me.
Another year, when I returned to China, my parents came back together and got off the plane. He doesn't know what to say to me. I was in a bad mood at that time, and I was silent all the way. He put me in the front seat and drove to the alley at home. He showed me a key. His face was forced to smile. He said to me, "Come and see your car. This is for you. This is second-hand, but you can have anything you want. Ask me if you don't believe me. Are you happy? " Look, I bought you a car. Come and look! Look ... "I ran upstairs quickly without touching the key. He followed me and I said, "I'll go and see it when I'm better." "The car in the alley for three months, I didn't take a look. Later, he didn't say anything, lost 30 thousand and sold it.
Dad posted him money, and he bowed his head and took it. At that moment, my eyes were a little moist. He didn't have any money, but he posted most of his property to me. Of course, goodbye. He's back in China. The big man outside the window got off a broken car painted purple and green, locked the door and led a little girl upstairs in one hand. At that time, I called him and sent a sentence from the window: "Fat man! What an ugly car. " "It's good to seek truth from facts. What does ugliness have to do? " I can't talk about it yet, but this sentence has been slowly heard. That suit is not practical, but I secretly became a girlfriend. At that time, it was just a fight, and we didn't talk about it.
I once asked him why he didn't subscribe to Dahua Evening News at home and came to see it every day before he left. He said he was afraid of forgetting to watch the news of a "Love Foundation" and asked him what he had done. He didn't answer, asked me and his mother for money again, and then left. The next day, he remitted money to the foundation, and then he said, "This kind of fee is very high every month. Reading newspapers is not good. After reading it, there will be psychological burden, and it will be uneasy if you don't send money. " I have nothing to say to him, but I also have my own burdens. He remarried to me. Years later, it was discovered that he had adopted a bitter child in Hsinchu by letter. At this time, his hair began to show a trace of white hair. I went to Hong Kong to buy him a simple white hair potion, which has been dyed.
Once at his house, I asked him to steal my old books. He was very angry and said that he would never read my boring books again. I refuse to believe it. He opened the bookcase and asked me to look for it. Seeing those precious books, I stayed for a long time to make sure that he couldn't have stolen mine. That day, he was generous and said he could lend me three books to read. He borrowed them, and that night, he turned three pages and fell asleep.
I still hate him a little and have nothing to say with him.
One day he came, it was already late at night, and my shoulder hurt badly. My mother insisted on giving me a massage, but I just won't die. He asked me why I didn't do shiatsu. I said it's late at night, so it's not good to disturb my friend Chunxiang, who does shiatsu regularly. He picked up the phone and dialed, and heard him telling his wife to go back later. That time, he gave me shiatsu and broke out in a sweat. I didn't say anything. He left very late. When he left, he said, "Then I'll go!" "I said," good ". It's boring to think of what hit him that year. Another night, he came again and said that his shoulder pain might be due to his habit of drinking wine all the year round in Europe and not drinking in Taiwan Province Province. He hastily put down a bottle of Austrian wine on my desk, saying it was hidden for many years and wanted to give it to me. After they had nothing to say, he left, looked at the German label and found it was a bottle of grape juice. We still can't get through it, after all these years.
His car has been changed many times, and his office has moved to his own, so he no longer rents a house. One day, I saw a man riding a motorcycle in the street, and I felt familiar with it. When I saw him, I was shocked and realized that he still rode a bike instead of driving during the day. I don't know him very well, which makes me blush. We've been serious for a long time. Last summer, I was in Spain, and there was a postcard in my mailbox. It was written by his beautiful and wise wife, who sent it when they were traveling in Northeast Asia. He only signed his name on it, and I saw his handwriting for the first time in eighteen years after I went abroad-two words. This man likes watching movies, listening to songs, dancing and eating in small restaurants. He used to like traveling. When he came back from Northeast Asia, he became angry and vowed not to fly. After that, I donated a lot of money to the foundation. The money cheated by that foundation is gone. He still doesn't fly and has no extra money.
We can't talk, only once, he talked to me quietly for a long time, saying that if his eldest daughter takes my car, don't play music while driving, because her daughter didn't get enough sleep and was dizzy and bored at the concert. I promised, and he urged me not to forget. I said I wouldn't forget, but he was still worried, talking and talking. That time, he said the most words to me in his life. I found him a little old.
When his small company started, it was obviously two shareholders, and then each gave up 10% and gave it unconditionally to a staff member. I asked my mother why. Mom said that the employee came to work together for the first time, diligent, serious and loyal. After discussion, the two partners divided him into 20 shares, and he was another boss who didn't invest. After working for many years, the shareholders asked to withdraw their shares, so they parted with their kind father-in-law, said goodbye and remained friends. When I was a child, our children could gamble for three days during the Chinese New Year. If he were present, I would definitely not attend. At that time, he was the most deadbeat. He lost money, and his face is very bad. He will definitely give it a discount. If he wins, he says farmers have to pay twice as much. In order to gamble on the Chinese New Year, I also smashed bowls, quarreled and got angry with him, which made the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year a big deadlock. At that time, he was a cheapskate, and the income of the Chinese New Year could be used for several months in the first half of the year, but I looked down on him.
He has many friends and has a fixed family when he goes out to buy things and eat. When I developed the photos, he asked him to develop them, saying that they were introduced by Bond Company. The proprietress casually said while issuing the receipt: "Those two bosses of Bond are really not simple. They have worked together for so many years. They have never met once and never said a bad word about each other behind their backs. " I'm a little shocked, these two big babies.
For money, he is getting weaker and weaker. His food and uses are limited, but he is generous to others. I have a shiny watch in my hand. I bought it at a stall in Wanhua. I have to show it when I meet people. I guess this is a copy watch. I think he is neatly dressed, his children are well taken care of, and his wife loves him very much-and he is really a respectable and lovely woman. That long van is very old-fashioned. This is my father, mother, sister, brother, my whole family and my bus. The vacationer took it from Jessie. At that time, he was as annoying and aggressive as his body, from slender to chubby. He is a kind and patient little fat man. In the past, he used to say, "I'm so angry!" " Now people who only hurt others are "pathetic". Once, in front of me, he hit a child who didn't want to be left or right. The child was frightened and cried and threw himself into his mother's arms. I was so angry that I wanted to hit him, but I didn't really. I didn't talk to him when I saw him those days. His face is ashamed, and he always hangs his head when he wears shoes. In those days, his mother was also very cold to him. We will never hit children.
He is not my friend, and we can't talk about life. When we talked about this, he was impatient, just like the color of his terrible car. He insists that the appearance is important as long as the performance is good when driving people to their destination. Strangely, he likes to watch Cui Taijing again. This dedicated artist is his dedicated singer, and Cui Taijing is impractical for him.
He doesn't read my article, but he appreciates and cares about my manuscript fee very much. He often calls me: "Donate it!" Donate it! "
Seeing that I have donated more, I will feel distressed and secretly say that I am too frugal with myself. When I made up my mind to buy a video recorder, he was afraid that I would regret it, so he moved back for me that day, installed it, taught it, borrowed it, and then took the money and left with a smile, saying that I had been generous to myself once. He is very happy.
It's a lifelong habit for me to scold him. I didn't mean to. I got in his car, and he drove me back to my childhood hometown, the old alley, and told me to walk slowly. Then I wandered around the door of the old village head, who was not at home, and he left somewhat disappointed. I won't scold this man. But he was told to go to Lin Huaimin Cloud Gate, and he didn't go. He would rather go to Wanhua to see the night market. I don't blame him for these places, because I also love to go to Wanhua, a complex, deep and lively Taipei. I thought that Jin Yong's novels could be read, but he didn't. He reads other people's, hypnotic things. I want to. My book is unreadable. Dolls See the World is always readable. He doesn't watch, but he watches cartoons.
The school held a meeting of mothers and sisters. He is neither a mother nor a sister. He followed his wife and dressed up to see the children's teachers. He even dared to speak and asked the teacher to leave less homework. He doesn't want children to study too hard, as long as they have a happy and confused childhood. The respectable teacher smiled and respected him. As expected, the homework is less, appropriate and reasonable. A few days ago, in order to give my brother's children a future memory, my sister excitedly moved a tree and put it in her parents' house. Everyone's presents were secretly piled up under the tree. There are more than a dozen people in the family, and everyone has a secret under the tree. That tree has long hair, and the traffic lights blink again and again. I was angry when I saw it. The world has been difficult for a long time, and there are enough things to grind people. I will come back to buy presents for my family. I have never had the spirit and effort. I'm embarrassed, really, and cheeky enough. I fled Taipei on the 22nd and never went back for any holiday. When I left, I defended myself by saying, "Love is enough in my heart, and superficial inaction is better than icing on the cake." The younger brother replied, "How can people know if you don't do it?" I left, went to see the elderly in the central countryside, and didn't come back. It's too noisy at home, and my spirit is very weak. He wanted to give him something, not for the holidays. He also said frankly, "I don't want leather shoes, I want a belt, you send it, I simply specify it."
So, all the department stores in the street went to look for it, asked for the most beautiful belt in Taipei for a slightly convex belly, and went to look for it wholeheartedly.
After Christmas, I didn't go home on New Year's Eve. After New Year's Day, I heard people speak Hakka in Stone Mountain and Three Gorges, visited temples and didn't go home.
Yesterday, my sister called and said that the driver and bus of the whole family took a dozen people out to eat-our family likes to eat. In the restaurant, a little sister came to sell roses. Those flowers withered, and the small white flowers that set off the sky turned light gray. The little girl came out to sell flowers in her junior high school uniform, leaving table after table, and no one paid attention to her-handfuls of withered flowers.
He couldn't bear it, waved over and bought two strings with a smile. The whole family is watching him. Embarrassed, he explained, "It must have been sold for several days, otherwise the flowers wouldn't wither and we wouldn't be able to sell them. It is also a kind of peace of mind for us to buy it. "
The man I hated when I was growing up refused to list him as a friend last year. Little by little, he came into my heart, and the respect and love outside my brothers and sisters inspired and illuminated me with his beautiful but ordinary character in his words and deeds. This year, I dare not say that I can be his friend because I feel inferior-in front of him and his good wife.
I want to send this article to my eldest brother, the eldest son of the Chen family in Yongfengtang. Dude, you'll never read my article. You will doze off after reading this article. Sleep is good for your health. Happy birthday to you on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month. Sorry, that damn palm. In this life, I will try my best to love your two daughters as an irreparable apology. Thank you, you have taught me a lot.
I knew his prose that year was Two Autumn Nights, which was very cold, clear and quiet. I walked alone in the quiet campus, blowing cold wind and accompanied by dim light, which turned homesickness into melancholy, from melancholy to sigh, and now turned sigh into a tear, putting out the endless fire of homesickness.
The autumn wind raged mercilessly, blowing the ginkgo orchards on both sides with a "rushing" sound, as if telling others something. Only I am listening carefully and experiencing its feelings: maybe it is resistance, maybe it is goodbye, maybe it is crying, maybe it is both, or maybe it is none!
I don't know who piled two peach hearts on the roadside with leaves to show their love to passers-by there. No one destroys it, perhaps because there is a beautiful love hidden in everyone's heart, which appropriately expresses everyone's voice. When people pass by it, they will cast a nostalgic look, stop, return to a certain time, a certain place, and someone's side, shed nostalgic tears to pay homage to the bits and pieces of that youth, and feel that time has passed and things have changed. The only thing that has not changed is that admiring heart.
A faint fragrance wafted from Meilin nearby, and the faint mist was as soft as yarn. Several couples are talking about a fairy-tale love in this picturesque fairyland, but I am the only loser in this picture, and everything seems so out of place. Perhaps, only quitting is the only way out, but who is willing to give up pursuing the beauty of this love?
Once upon a time, one autumn, he summoned up the courage to declare his love to her for many years. With a smile and a hug, he and she started a sweet first love. That autumn, there was no sadness, no nostalgia, only the sweetness and warmth of love. They sweated together on the playground; Give each other food in the canteen together; Let's compete for this wisdom in class. They thought they would go on like this, but their dreams were doomed to separate them.
I don't know when it became strange and strange. That string of numbers hasn't sounded for a long time. Although they have never made it clear to each other, they will be friends in the future. However, even they are not sure whether the wandering life trajectories may overlap. Maybe it's God's will. When pure love is mixed with too many things, it is doomed to have a sad ending.
The dim moonlight shines ahead, but I don't know where to go. I dare not give up or fight for it. I can only silently let go of her hand and let her find her own world. Maybe when she is tired, she can also remember his agreement with her that autumn. Waiting silently only for the next autumn, I can find her return date. Perhaps, this may be a distant dream, just like a bubble in the sun. If the wind doesn't blow, it will burst. But who can say that love is not worth waiting for? That summer, the girl in a white dress strolled in the quiet campus, reciting a euphemistic poem and weaving a beautiful fairy tale for me.
I don't know who is playing piccolo in the distance. Melodious music took me through that autumn to relive the sweetness of love and feel her breath again. This autumn, I miss you, just because I had you that autumn.