There is no horror in the dangers of life, there is no sorrow in the loneliness of life, there is no regret in the indulgence in life, and the pain in life has nothing to do with burial. The point is, even in the darkness of the night, which has never been noticed, have you ever burned passionately, like a soul that has never been able to rest, just to thank you for this short period of time?
First of all, I would like to share another story: in 1973, when you were 16 years old, because of your physical development and your own good looks, you could not escape the eyes of the bad boys in your class. Only he will look at you with a mouth full of white teeth, and you have been sandwiched by a quilt all night. In 1976 you finally came of age, you transferred schools and left the bad boys. You don't understand why living at an age where you are not allowed to fall in love and being told that you will face marriage in just a few years.
If you can choose, you will definitely choose him. The one who saw you with his eyes wide open and his mouth full of big white teeth, but you didn't say anything on the day of the farewell. At the last he also bit his lip, and the words you wanted to hear did not burst out of his mouth, did not see the big white teeth. That night, you pushed your mother's tape into the tape recorder. You don't understand that it's disco, you just want to dance to the music.
In 1979, you were 21 years old. You who are studying at a key university still can't understand the love poems shouted by people downstairs. You pass by a black room with a lightball hanging from a sign that reads the same English as on the tape. They were dressed in sequined clothes, with exploding heads and flared pants like tape covers. You suddenly realize that you are still young, you are still beautiful, and you should be as free as they are. You squeezed into the crowd with your head down and started writhing, and at the climax of the music, you looked up and saw him, and you saw the big white teeth. Overnight, as if all young people have chosen to be civilized, you have become brave enough to say love and dare to embrace him.
In 1983, you were already of marriageable age. I always wanted to tell my family that I had him in my heart. So dancing became your only way to escape pedanticness, and in the same year the crime of hooliganism began to be severely cracked down. After the disco closed, those cool kids didn't have a second home, and you don't understand why couples can't hook up and dance. He stood at the door of the disco like you, smoking a cigarette, and went back to his home.
The next day, he was wearing a denim suit. Standing downstairs with a large tape recorder, you two danced all night in the hallway with a low pitcher, and Go west in the tape recorder seemed to anticipate the future. "Those who can't hear the music must think that we two are very stupid", in the same year, Ma Yanqin was sentenced to death for organizing the dance, and you two did not escape the disaster. Your dad quickly took you away and left him behind.
Later, he went to northern Shaanxi to join the team and became a Zhiqing. You also put back on the green military uniform and tied back the braids. On the day of leaving, you ran far after the dump truck and tried to leave him behind. You were an outlier in the crowd of parents who were sending him off, and finally shouted out your love for him. He shouted: Not enough! Three words is not enough! A mouth of large white teeth is revealed. Later, you went to northern Shaanxi to find him fruitlessly, or married another him who was the right person. He's been nice to you, you just can't say you love him.
In the 90s, the marriage came to fruition, the factory went bankrupt, you were tired of making a living, and you had long forgotten the big white teeth.
In the millennium, you look at your dressed daughter and suddenly remember something you have lost. You went to the clothing city to buy the most colorful clothes, and your wife shouted: So stupid! You go out through the square dancing crowds and see a few familiar faces. You turn up the volume to join in, the footsteps are still familiar, you seem to be showing off like someone: look at me, this is the fanghua I have lost.
In 2021, you'll be 65. Every day, he painted the most colorful makeup and became the leading dancer of the community. You saw him in the crowd that night and he said, "It's a little familiar to see you." You say, "Let's jump one!" The familiar touch of the moment of the hug reminds you of him, and the wind blows the music farther away. The air leaves only the words of 40 years ago: not enough! Three words is not enough! You finally understand how to answer that question from 40 years ago.
You say: I really love you!
This may be the burning years of our country!
The story originates from the TikTok blogger: Uncle Bigjoey
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