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I'm a bachelor, fifty years old.
I was born in southern Henan, my family conditions were poor, and most of my brothers were remote and mountainous, so I have always been single. Although they have been kissed many times, they all ended in failure. He even spent a lot of money to buy women from other places, but in the end it was a bamboo basket to hit the water. After a moment of happiness, it is faced with chickens and eggs, and people and money are empty.
Before the age of thirty, I did not accept defeat at all, although the family conditions were poor, but I believed that as long as I worked hard, bread and milk would be available. Therefore, I work very hard, work hard and earnestly, and always work hard. I think that through my efforts, I will be able to harvest sweet love. The sweetheart will definitely appear. After all, my appearance is also quite good, with a high nose and big eyes, a height of 1.8 meters, and I am also one of the few high-achieving students (high school students) in Murakami. Yet imagination is always beautiful, but reality is cruel.
Failure after failure made me realize myself deeply. Poverty is not the only way to hinder love, and stupidity also accounts for a considerable part. Cooking dumplings in a kettle, there is no stock, I can't describe it more appropriately. I don't talk sweetly, and I don't make people happy. It's always straight forward, it sounds a bit blunt, so that's one of my big flaws.
After thirty, I was a little discouraged. After all, they are older young people, and almost all of their peers have become fathers. And I am still single, and people who are worse than my family and who are not as good looking as me have also brought back daughters-in-law from other places, and I am a little unwilling in my heart. I also decided to go outside, not for anything else, but for love.
Maybe it's because I read too much, maybe it's because of my personality, I always act like a nerd, giving people a kind of honesty and not being good at talking. With me, the atmosphere was not active and there was a feeling of lifelessness. Therefore, the days outside are still the same.
I was thirty-six years old, and I resolutely gave up the days of wandering outside and returned to my homeland. Because I have been deceived, the girls outside, I will not easily believe, afraid of personal wealth again.
The appearance of Hong'er changed my life.
Hong'er, the daughter-in-law of a neighboring village, the mother of a child. I was three years older than her, and her perfect image was deeply imprinted in my mind, making me drunk and dreaming, making me intoxicated...
She was medium-sized, with a high nose and big eyes, and she was also the kind of natural double eyelids, and her long dark hair was also very straight. The drinking pit of the two faces is also particularly obvious, coupled with the white and neat teeth, the style of saying and laughing twice, instantly fascinated me.
I was so deep in the mud that I knew it was a false love. No matter how beautiful and perfect she is, she is also a married woman and a young mother of a child. I shouldn't have disturbed her normal life, and she shouldn't have gone inside me.
However, fate seems to have created and tricked people, but they want me to understand her life, and they want her to break into my inner world. So a vigorous "wrong love" began.
The matter has to start from a small matter, a pair of men and women from neighboring villages who are not related to each other, but because of a chance encounter, they have formed a deep love affair.
It was a good season of spring and everything was sown, and I went to town to buy fertilizer, and it happened that she was also picking fertilizer. When I learned that I was from a neighboring village and that I had to pass through her village, I asked if I could help her carry two bags? Because her husband was working in a foreign country, she had planned to buy a bag, ride it on a bicycle, and use it when she went back. And if I can help, I can save myself the second leg. Because I'm driving a motorized three-wheeler, don't say two packs, plus a few packs. I readily agreed, without the slightest reason to refuse. A young and beautiful young woman, with fine white skin, does not say, as far as her eyes are like flowers, she seems to be able to speak, which will make men think of each other. It can be said that I, a single man, can't ask for anything. I can talk to her more, and I feel fortunate to have three lives. This little thing is nothing, a show of hands. In fact, as soon as I entered the house, I was deeply fascinated by her appearance. At first I thought she was the lady boss.
Originally I did not smoke, but she bought a pack of twenty cigarette stoppers for me, although I repeatedly said not to smoke, but she forced it on me, and said that her husband was not at home, otherwise it would be wasted. When she learned that I was still single, she decided to introduce me to someone. When I helped her unload the fertilizer, she insisted on keeping me to eat, but I still refused, because the man was not at home, where did I count? They were discovered by their neighbors and provided materials for them to gossip. So I quickly left, but her particularly perfect and seductive side was deeply and permanently engraved in my heart.
In the days that followed, I didn't think about tea or food, and she always flashed in my mind. Her sexy and well-proportioned figure, with her big eyes like flowers, often appears in my dreams, always making me wake up happily in beautiful dreams.
She also did what she said, cousins, classmates, etc., also introduced me to a few, but I always used her as a reference, so I did not have the initiative. After a while, it didn't work out. It's not so much about going on a blind date as it is about meeting her. I also often console myself that no matter how good and perfect, people are also famous flowers and masters. It was almost time to find a love of my own, and I couldn't blindly love it wrong, but as soon as I saw her, I immediately gave up. Because of her talking eyes, she always fascinated me.
In this way, I immersed myself in that beautiful wrong love every day and could not extricate myself, and I fell deeper and deeper...
In the face of the status quo, my heart is very wandering, choose to retreat or bravely move forward? Long pain is not as good as short pain, can I hate my heart and cut off the wrong love from the depths of my heart? Restoring the calm of the past?
To be continued, please pay attention to the next article "Rural Bachelor (2)"
On the night of September 5, 2021