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In 1966, when I was 21 years old, my military hat was suddenly torn away, and I was still a girl. She ripped off the sign and shoved her hat into my arms along with a five-cent coin, asking me to squeeze into the reception station again. When I once again walked out of the crowd of people at the reception station with a medallion in hand, she said many words of gratitude to me and told me that she was a senior at Jinshan Middle School in Horqin Banner, Inner Mongolia Autonomous Region, whose name was Wuyun, and that she belonged to the same military training company as me and did phalanx drills in a playground every day. He also knew that I was the leader of a row of shifts, the author of the recitation of the astronomical evening, and hoped to copy down the recitation, and I gladly agreed to her request. For the first time in my life, I received such attention from a strange girl, both unexpectedly and excitedly.
Since then, we have met at the gate of the Institute of Engineering every day, visited Tiananmen Square and the Monument to the People's Heroes, and visited the scenic spots and monuments in the Summer Palace. Most of the conversation between us was her questioning, and then my statement, she rarely expressed her opinions, let alone argued and argued, except for approval, that is, nodding. This is a great satisfaction for me, who has always been a good teacher. For the private love between men and women, I love you, you like me, such a post-80s language, at that time was secretive and ashamed to speak. Even when the two of us are together and bump into our classmates or teachers, we will be ashamed, a little embarrassed, a little embarrassed. Once, when she bought two popsicles and handed one to me, her hand touched my hand, and the sensitivity seemed to be electrocuted, quickly flashing away, nervous, shy, and a little faint happiness.
Having said that, how can a man be ruthless? Sometimes, looking at her short black hair, transparent red face, rough figure, and two lake-like eyes, I can't help but have a non-point whisper: If I can have such a not-so-beautiful but thick Mongolian wife in the future, I can enjoy the magnificent scenery of "the sky is clear, the wild is vast, the wind blows grass is low to see cattle and sheep" in the Horqin steppe; I can stretch the heroic and romantic feelings of "the blue sky is white clouds, I ride the horse to run"; I can sit in the yurt and grab the roast lamb. Drinking cream tea, listening to the horse's head piano, and appreciating the life style of the northern border area of Sai...
On the morning of leaving Beijing, the cold on the platform of the railway station was overwhelming, and the commanders of the troops who sent off said words of comfort, encouragement, and other words of dependence over and over again, which made our noses sour. Dark Clouds also participated in the send-off, she was still the green military uniform for a month, for more than two hours, she stood not far from me, silent with tears in her eyes. It wasn't until the whistle sounded and the wheels rolled that she plucked up the courage to shout at me through the window, "Write to me!" "I turned my back on my face until the rough figure disappeared out of my sight...
Back at school, I wrote her two letters, and I was ashamed to talk about personal affairs. Her reply was the same. A love story with Dark Cloud that I didn't have time to pick out is only a beautiful memory.
Two years later, I was assigned to one of the poorest mountainous areas in the province. At this time, a letter came from home saying that one of my cousins had introduced me to an object and wanted me to go home for a blind date. The girl's real name was Yang Yuhuan, because she and Yang Guifei had the same name, changed her name to Yang Jingdong, was a graduate of the health school who "came to the society and went to the society", and returned to her hometown after graduation to become a barefoot doctor in the village. Compared to the dark clouds, it is a different style. One point long is too tall, one point short is too short, the powder is too white, and the fat is too red. On my first blind date, I was shy and restrained, and she fell generously. I inquired like a judge about my salary, family situation, the nature of my work, and my future, and asked if I could move her to the city and arrange a formal job in a big hospital. I answered her questions like I was taking an oral exam with an examiner. Finally, she said, "Leave your mailing address, and we'll communicate later." After testing my font, a tense blind date was over. Half a day later, my cousin sent a letter. Although this love story without love is short, after all, it is the first time in my life that I have faced the debut work of male marriage and female marriage, it has hurt my self-esteem, and when I encounter marriage and marriage, I am discouraged, inferior, timid, self-contemptuous, and talk about female discoloration.
The bitter lesson induced my resistance, and I did not get involved in marriage for two years, and even prepared to fight a lifetime of bare sticks. On this day, the People's Daily published a lengthy newsletter with an editor's note. It is reported that Bai Qixian, a female college student at Hebei Agricultural University, took root in the countryside, resisted the pressure of public opinion, broke the concept of the world, and resolutely married a farmer. The editor's note called it a revolution in the concept of marriage. This is really "the mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright and another village.". Bai Qixian can marry a peasant husband, why can't I marry back a peasant wife? At that time, there was a song: "The commune is a red sun, the members are all sunflowers", the countryside is a vast world, the sunflowers are there, what is wrong with marrying a sunflower?
Inspired by the spirit of Bai Qixian, I finally married a beautiful and virtuous wife in my hometown, three years younger than me. This time I was given a year's cloth ticket and a month's salary as a meet and greet gift. She is reasonable, respectful of the elderly and loves the young. For decades, we have been in the same boat with each other, with wind and rain. I work selflessly for the construction of the country outside the home, and he runs the house in an orderly manner. The family lived happily and happily. For decades, we have understood each other, cared about each other, never mixed a word, never got angry, isn't this also a kind of love? Although this is not a noble love, not a vigorous love, not a romantic love, but it can be called ordinary love, simple love, or pastoral love. This is also another love story that I have a home in my life.
July 2009 photo
Author: Li Chuanmin, pen name Lei Zefeng. Male, born in 1945, from Heze City. Retired construction engineer of Heze Foreign Trade Grain, Oil and Food Company. He is a member of the Poetry Society of Shandong Province and Heze City.
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