[Original Novel]

An elaborate affair

One

This time he was on a business trip with her, and everyone knew it, and so did his wife and her husband. They went to the Xinhua Bookstore in the city to buy a batch of books for the cultural station.

The train stops at the small station for two minutes, then heads west for an hour to reach its destination. That is to say, the road is so close, it is a day to go back to the same day.

She is the librarian of the Cultural Station. He works in the Publicity Section of the Agency. The library buys books, supposedly it is her business, but the leader knows that she has a shallow culture and is embarrassed by this task. He was a talented man, not only did he read the book mottledly, but the article was also splendidly written, and the leader assigned him to go with him.

But in fact, all this was decided by her private appointment with him in advance, and she asked the leader of the Propaganda Section in a serious and respectful manner. She snickered, imagining that a relationship could finally usher in the day when it could bloom like a flower; he couldn't contain the excitement in his heart, and kept thinking about how to enjoy the time with her who was both familiar and strange. On the day of the business trip, she came to his office to inform him (in fact, he already knew), there was no one, she finished talking about the business trip, before leaving, while he was not ready, suddenly kissed him, and then threw down a sentence: There is a love corner in the park in the city...

Two

The night before he left, he had almost lost sleep, but thanks to his wife waking him up tomorrow morning, he didn't miss it. Ever since he married his wife, he had developed the habit of reporting everything to her in great detail, as if he were uneasy if he didn't. For example, this time he could go back and forth on an errand that day, because of the companion woman, so he had a lot of thought: he first had to choose the best time for his wife's face to be relatively sunny, and then he carefully made up words and sentences to explain the causes and consequences of the trip; then, he also had to reluctantly say how lazy he was not to go and so on; at the end, he had to bring up the leader to say things, saying that the section chief had to let him go. When he spoke, he also had to pay great attention to his tone and speed of speech, of course, the tone was not alarming in his heart, and the speed of speech could not be too fast, so that his wife sounded as if she was saying a perfectly normal thing without hurrying. On that day, the wife seemed to listen to it without a word, and occasionally hummed twice without moving. He thought that as usual, the ghost in his heart finally stopped fluttering and passed the pass. However, on the morning of the door, his wife suddenly came to the door when he was one foot in the door and one foot outside the door: "You are more picky about books than people." "Because he was in a hurry, he didn't have time to answer the call, but on the way to the station, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that his wife had something to say, and he thought that he was not picky about women, could he choose you as his wife under such a lot of pressure at school?

He was a little frightened, what did his wife mean, did he still show any horse's feet?

Three

He never believed that women had any sixth sense, but the moment he boarded the train, he suddenly believed it a little. Perhaps, the wife is knocking on the side to remind him that the woman he is going to tell the story now is his choice not to be picky...

This train arrives at the small station on time at 7:00 in the morning, and because of the early time, there are few passengers and there are many empty seats. He picked up the back seat by the window and sat down, and she leaned over too. He looked around in a panic, convinced that there were no acquaintances, and then relaxed his mind. Although the seats on the car are quite empty, the acquaintances of their peers are also leaning against each other. She leaned against him, and he didn't think it was very abrupt, perhaps, in the eyes of strangers, he thought they were just a good match; or rather, the seats of this old-fashioned green-skinned train were designed like this, and there was no barrier between the seats, and the acquaintances who did not lean together were like strangers, but not normal. It's like men and women often make some ambiguous jokes between colleagues, and suddenly one day they don't open, these two people must be ambiguous. So, as soon as the two of them sat down, they leaned together, and the hands of the two people were secretly clasped. As long as they are not discovered, happiness and nervousness will continue until the moment they get off the bus. His heart was beating suddenly. Although he enjoyed it all, but now that the train had not started, he could not hide his panicked eyes and threw himself uneasily out of the window. He felt as if his wife was standing in a corner of the small platform, sneaking a peek at him and her. You're more picky about books than people. Women really have a sixth sense, he's a little timid...

Four

When it comes to graduation assignments, the school's practice is that students who are in love must not be divided together. This is also to honor the student code of conduct announced by the school at the beginning of the school year. In order to carry out love together to the end, he once said to his wife: "Qinghai Province in the west has issued a notice in the People's Daily to attract talents from all over the country, or we will sign up to try it." In fact, he just said it casually, in order to comfort his anxious wife. But the wife really cared, and used the holiday to run to the provincial higher education bureau herself, saying that she wanted to sign up to go to Qinghai. In order for the two to be together, she is also open-minded.

The car drove off, and the small platform was far away from him, as if his panic and uneasiness were getting farther and farther away from him. At this time, she squeezed his hand and whispered, "Ignore me." He came back to her senses, stared at her fluttering and confused eyes, and for a moment he didn't know how to pay attention to her, so he squeezed her hand tightly, but he couldn't help but ask her if her husband had told her that he hadn't said anything when she went out, but the words became: "Get off the bus and go to the park or the bookstore?" ”

Before they left, they had decided to go to the park for couples first, and then go to do the right thing. She lowered her affectionate eyes, pressed her irritated chin against his shoulder, and whispered, "Go wherever you want first, listen to you." She let go of his hand, pinched his waist warmly, and quickly pulled his hand back.

He had never been to a park, and the city where he was at school had a park, in the city center; but occasionally a few times in the weekends passed, he chose to go to the bookstore. He was a rural child, from childhood to adulthood, and he had never seen what the park really looked like. She said she had been. She said that there is an English corner, a literature corner, and a love corner in the park, and the love corner is full of two people together... He said that there was a lush bush at the top of the kilometer, all of whom did that... She had said these words to him a few days earlier in the small library of her cultural station. He fell in love with his wife at school, did not have the so-called flower before the moon, the most beautiful time was left in the school library, so that later he smelled the faint ink fragrance of the new book, as if he smelled his wife's breath.

In her library that day, he deliberately asked, what did they do?

There were a few other elementary school students in the library, and she glanced at him. As he left the library, at the door, he gave her a hard squeeze.

Five

A few years ago, he and his wife (then called girlfriend) were assigned here after graduation. The wife went to the provincial higher education bureau and asked to go to the west. Teachers at the Higher Education Bureau told him that there were also hardships in the province. So he and his wife came to this remote town.

A year later, they were married. But vaguely, he always felt that there was some kind of reluctance lingering in his heart, and he told his wife that they were still young, or they didn't want children first, and waited for life to be stable. He remembered the fashion slogan that he often hung on his lips at school: Don't fight at this time, when will you stay? In the dark, he had always felt that he and his wife would be passers-by in this town.

However, slogans are slogans, and life is life. For those who are ill-prepared for life, marriage is like an adventure.

Suddenly leaving the campus to join the work, he was a little unsatisfied. He was young and old at home, and the complicated truths in life were almost a blank slate. Her wife was the eldest at home, and she was a year older than him, and she was not as good as him in school, but as soon as she joined the work, she quickly followed the customs and worked well. He didn't feel any pressure on him from his wife's maturity, but he felt the distress of running a relationship... Fortunately, there is also a cultural station in this small place, and there is also a library with a hard book in the cultural station. Books, he thought, were the nourishment for his maturity.

He met his wife like he had met him in the school library.

Then there's this elaborate journey, which ends in the lush bushes of the park...

Six

This is a slow train, even the unmanned ticketing station is stopped, all the way to the local stop and go, but it is very suitable for a couple to borrow the bumps of the car to rub their respective bodies and passions. She suddenly approached his ear and said softly, "I want to eat you..." He didn't understand, "Huh? With a loud bang. She pinched his waist again, more exaggerated than the one when she first got into the car, as if she were rubbing him. He pondered what she had said, and when he looked back again, he noticed two large reds rising from her furry face, and her mouth seemed to be pressing hard against his shoulder, gently biting him. He felt the heat coming from her body...

The train crashed for an hour, and as the big cities got closer, more and more people got on the trains. The noise, the cries of children... The confluence of noise finally diluted her passion. She was quiet. After getting out of the car, she tugged at the corner of his coat and said she wanted to go to the park first. He hesitated and said, "Let's go to the bookstore first." More than a thousand books, enough to pick for a while, after picking and meditating, it is not too late to go again. "At work, he is such a serious and inflexible person, in the words of his wife who complains about him, even if he can't see the height of his eyebrows." Sometimes, good things often screw up for him. For this, he suffered a lot. Therefore, when chatting idly, some people who are not good at saying too heavy things in the face of their wives will call him simple and not very mature, and it will be better to go through the experience. He did not believe the lies of these people, and of course, he did not agree with the hatred in his wife's back: "What is simple and immature?" Just stupid, less tutoring, no trouble. The "maturity" of the husband behind the wife's face-to-face godson has saved him enough face and dignity, but he just does not have a long memory, not only has not learned where to fall and where to get up, but also has a strong sense of disgust lurking from the heart.

When he found out that he hadn't promised her to go to the park bushes first, she was a little angry, so he grabbed her arm affectionately and said, "Let's go... If you don't finish the book, you have to go to the park in advance, which must ruin your good mood. She had to stop talking.

He knew that there was a fire burning in her heart, so he continued to reassure her: "Just more than a thousand books, easy to pick, and soon the matter will be finished." ”

She didn't seem to want to listen to his reasons for going to the bookstore first, and she thought that if she went to the bookstore first, she would go to the bookstore first, so she walked along the central street facing the square in front of the station without looking back, and the pace was very urgent. She was angry. But he thought it was cute that she was angry. He didn't seem to like his wife's kind of youthful vigor, as if he wasn't angry or not, he hid it in his heart, madness.

He couldn't tell why he was like this, or whether his wife had changed, or if he had changed, or if they had all changed their lives.

When he met her, he realized that he liked this style...

Seven

She showed him an angry look, wanting him to know that she had a heart that needed him to get closer. She remembered the way he looked when he was reading in the library, his head did not look up, he did not even pay attention to her, how long after she expected his vaguely wanted to communicate with her eyes...

He also remembered that incident, which must have happened when he was reading Dostoevsky's polyphonic novel "The Basement Notebook". The book was so boring that the writer was like a devout preacher, and he was like a whisperer... He almost looked at the stop, and did not understand the point, and he had the leisure to look left and right. There were few people reading in the library of the small place, it was very quiet, and occasionally a few middle school students came over to flip through the magazines, chattered for a while, and then left. She had been sitting at the table in the doorway with grass beads to string the curtains, more seriously than he had read. At that moment, as if tired, she looked up and met his eyes, which were tormented by the whispers of the preacher. She smiled, and he nodded and smiled. He later recalled that her first smile was charming, like the audience comprehending the preacher's "situation born from the heart" and suddenly hearing the gospel, and like the whisperer suddenly waking up and feeling a brilliant ray of sunshine, straight to the bottom of the heart.

The reason for the story that happened later may have been due to a seemingly innocent reminder from his wife. But at the time, he didn't realize that it was a very important reminder, and he thought it was just a very ordinary parent between the couple.

The wife said that she had heard that there had been a file incident in the propaganda section where he was located, and that there was a broadcaster who was unclear with the former section chief... Later, the section chief was transferred away, and the broadcaster was also assigned to the cultural station...

Slowly, he became acquainted with her and began to try to make small talk. During small talk, he asked her if she had been working in the library. She said no, she used to work as an announcer at an institutional radio station... After getting more mature, she told him that the section chief once drank a lot of wine, went to her computer room, hugged her from behind, and she began to break free while giving the section chief a step down: "Section chief, you drink, section chief, you drink..." Until the section chief threw her on the bed where she was resting, she punched and kicked and shouted... She said that her husband had been hot and cold to her because of this... She said as she stringed the curtains of grass beads as she turned her eye circles red. The grass beads splashed to the ground from time to time, and he helped her to pick them up. At first he put the grass beads he had found on the table; later, when he stopped putting them on the table, he felt that he should keep the hand holding the grass beads out and wait for her to open her hand to pick them up. He always touched his hand to her open palm consciously or unconsciously, making her feel that his blood was also hot and could warm a wounded heart. A few times down, she blushed and lowered her head and whispered, "Why don't you put the grass beads on the table?" He was so ashamed that he immediately turned around and walked back to his place to read his book, but he couldn't read a word...

He has been obsessed with books since he was a child, from the lingering of villain books in front of the book sales counter of the supply and marketing cooperative, to the excessive love for Xinhua Bookstore when he grew up... So much so that when she offered to go to a private meeting in the park of the big city in the name of buying books, he realized that in the cities he had visited, except for the bookstores in those cities, he only remembered the names of those cities. For example, the city he and she were going to now, he had also been to, but where the park was, he really didn't know. His wife likes him, and it is also his bookish appearance.

When he picked out books, she had no grass beads to string, and the bookstore did not allow both people to enter the counter to pick, so she patiently wandered outside the counter. Sometimes when he had to open the book to see the synopsis, she said, "Almost." She was anxious, and she had been hiding the lush bush in her heart.

When he encountered books, he stayed, he had forgotten about the bushes and forests, and he was attracted by a book, and he did not pick a book, but he actually looked at it without anyone. When she found out, she tapped lightly on the glass on the counter and said, "Oh, blah, what about body art?" Then whispered, "One will make you see the real thing..."

He came back to God.

Eight

------------------ He cursed himself in his heart, put down the book at once, and went to work. Miss Bao is a character in that book. It was so good-looking, he couldn't help it, just looked at it a few more times when choosing a book...

She didn't like books, and of course she didn't understand how Yan Ruyu in the books hooked him and instigated him to forget about picking books.

That book is called The Siege. He likes to browse in literary books the most, and every time he visits the bookstore, he reads and selects and chooses, and only at the last moment selects the one or more that cannot be put down from the dozen or so books he likes and buys them. He had no money; but this time, he bought books for the public, and he stopped thinking about money. When he read a few pages of "The Siege", he was deeply hooked: ... It is said that the truth is naked, and Miss Bao is not naked, so she is a partial truth... He continued to look at it with interest, so that the protagonist Fang Hong gradually encountered a partial truth... It turns out that the book can also be written like this. He rested for ten minutes in one breath, and also watched for ten minutes. She later said that she was no longer here with him, and that she was going to the department store. For her, the variety of costumes is much more eye-catching than the dead books. If it wasn't for that file, she wouldn't have come to the cultural station to suffer...

After she left, he couldn't help but pick up the book again, but didn't read it, only looked at the pricing, seven cents and eight cents. He thought that for one day, the unit would give eight cents to the food subsidy, which was enough. He took out another copy and said to the salesman, "This book is not packed, I will check out separately." ”

It was noon when she returned. He delayed the progress because he was reading the book in the name of rest while picking it out. She said, "It's time for lunch." ”

The travel subsidy let the book be eaten, he had to say that he did not eat, let her go outside to deal with a bite, he said that he would not be able to finish eating again, and he had to hurry up and pick up the book.

She said, "I told you, just pull some as you like, you can be serious." Then, in a low voice, she said, "Wait for you to delay the good things," and she got angry and went to dinner without looking back. He knew that if he didn't buy a book on a business trip, he could invite her to drink a bowl of egg soup and eat a hanging stove cake, and she wouldn't be angry.

He was actually hungry too. At school, he enjoyed a first-level hardship allowance, and the school subsidized him for sixteen yuan a month for food, and he basically did not have to pay for food at home. But at the end of each month, the meal ticket is almost gone, and the ration of four or two per meal will be reduced to two or two, and he will have to fight hunger for several days. Later, he fell in love with his wife, and at the end of the month, when she was always reading with him face to face in the library, she clipped the meal ticket she had saved into the book he read.

He suddenly imagined that when she came back from dinner, she might be holding an oily piece of paper in her hand, and the oily paper was wrapped in an oily hanging oven cake.

Noon passed quickly, and he finally finished picking out more than a thousand books. The salesmen who took shifts to dinner also returned and began to set prices together. She hasn't come back yet. He said to the salesman, "Wait for the female comrade we have paid for to come back and check out." The salesman was friendly and said, "It's all right, hurry." He sat on the book he had picked out and hadn't packed, and watched with peace of mind how Fang Hongzhi had climbed onto Miss Bao's bed and how he had given a slur. He was suddenly so scared, afraid that a sudden jump in the bushes would suddenly jump out of his head, and he wouldn't have any money.

"Marriage is like a birdcage with gold paint, the birds outside the cage want to live in, and the birds inside the cage want to fly out; so the knot is separated, the knot is separated, and there is no innings. It's like a besieged castle, where people in the city want to escape, and people outside the city want to rush in..."

He closed the book, as if he had been knocked on the back of the head by something. Is he leaving? No, it's not like that, at the end of every month, when he is at his hungrest, when he quietly passes the meal ticket at the next table and clips it in the middle of the page he opens, he will swear in his heart that he will treat her well for the rest of his life... So what about the one who always wants to go to the bushes?

That's when she came back. She said, "You go to dinner, I'm here to check out." He found that what she said seemed to be a flaw in something. I wondered for half a day, and I pondered for half a day.

Yes, there is a lack of temperature. He looked a little, startled, it was more than two o'clock in the afternoon, the train was four o'clock, could the park still go? She was angry.

He grabbed the book he had bought with his own subsidy and suddenly walked out of the bookstore in a very disappointed way...

Nine

She had been thinking about the park she had been going to with him, called Youth Park. He knew that she had already chosen the lush bushes, he thought of the partial truth, thought of how Miss Bao Fanghong looked like her fiancé, and then Fang Hong gradually played like a fish, and then he was blackmailed...

Is she Miss Bao? Apparently not. She was just a person who made her face tired.

Time ran out, and the bushes became an empty wait.

When I arrived at the train station, there was still more than half an hour before the return train entered the station. The waiting room was crowded and chaotic, and he waited for an empty seat, and as if he had done something wrong, he carefully gave up his seat to her. She didn't speak, and she felt that her sitting posture was also very stiff, like Miss Su in the book, a look of being lost. After waiting a little longer, he also found a seat opposite her. He looked at her, saw where she was still frozen, and took the book out of his pocket again. His stomach grumbled, as if in protest that the book had robbed it of the money that should have belonged to it.

"Is there something good to eat in the book?" At some point, she had already changed her seat to his side, and suddenly asked with resentment. As soon as he was nervous, he immediately closed the book and looked up, piled up a smile of satisfaction, and said, "Books... Well...... Very good..."

She said, "If you look good, you can see it... How did your daughter-in-law live with you..." He said, and then left his seat and ran to the ticket gate without turning his head, "Nerd." She whispered again.

He was stunned for a moment, only to learn that the ticket inspection had begun, and he also followed him to the ticket gate.

He suddenly remembered his wife's words. He suddenly wanted to tell his wife that he was very picky about books and people.

The return train was crowded, noisy and crowded. I don't know if they were swept away by the flow of people getting into the car, or if the two people deliberately didn't go near anyone, anyway, as soon as they got into the car, he and she separated. At that time, he was squeezed by the door where the two carriages were joined. He didn't have the heart to look at the fleeting scenery outside the car, but was thinking, does man have to become complicated with the days to be mature?

An hour's drive away, she didn't come looking for him, and he didn't bother to look for her. When the car was about to arrive at the station, he suddenly looked out from the sealed glass window on the door, hoping to see his wife's figure on the platform of the small station...

2017.12.22。