That year, when she was sick, he pulled her on a scooter to a clinic in town. After saying a lot of good things and taking out all the coins in her pocket, the doctor finally gave her an injection and then stuffed two pieces of Chinese medicine wrapped in yellow bamboo paper for her.
He pulled the scooter back, and she was still sitting on it. Cross a small street, turn right, and cross another street, and the smell of the nose will waft over.
He swallowed hard, hesitated for a few seconds, stopped, and turned back: "Do you want to eat fritters?"
On the scooter, she was still secretly swallowing. Suddenly she heard his question, was stunned, shook her head, and said, "No, I don't want to eat."
She pressed the cooked sweet potatoes into the cloth bag: "Here are sweet potatoes." If I'm hungry, I eat sweet potatoes. "She knows he doesn't even have a broken corner in his pocket, so how can he afford fritters?"
He looked at her silently, as if suddenly, he saw her heart. She was embarrassed and lowered her head. Damn, the delicious taste came again, and she couldn't help but swallow it again.
Gently pulling the scooter into the street, parked steadily, he strode toward the fritter stall on the corner. Her eyes ran over his broad shoulders and watched him poke in front of the stall owner. She blushed and closed her eyes in shame. God, we are not beggars. How dare he beg someone!
When she opened her eyes again, she saw him running towards her with fritters.
She turned her head angrily: "I don't eat." I am not a beggar. I don't eat what I beg. ”
He exclaimed, "Whoever said this fritter was begged, I got it with tobacco."
She was surprised: "Switch to tobacco? What do you want to do while smoking? ”
He's been smoking for years. People say that "man is iron, rice is steel", but he says "man is iron, smoke is steel". In his eyes, smoke was more important than food. Tired, he lit a cigarette and became enthusiastic; hungry, he lit a cigarette, smoked it, and he was full. The cigarettes he smoked were all dry tobacco grown at home. After the tobacco leaves are dried, cut into strips, packed into small plastic bags and tucked into pockets. When he wanted to smoke, he would roll the small pieces of paper into a "trumpet".
He laughed: "If you don't smoke for a day and a half, you won't die." The worst-case scenario is that if you can't stand this craving, just pick up a few dried leaves on the side of the road, rub them up and roll them into the loudspeaker so you can still pump water and respond to emergencies..."
He handed her the fritters, "Eat them while they're hot, fragrant and soft."
She said, "Let's share the food, half for you, half for me."
He shook his head over and over again, "No, I don't like greasy food, please eat it."
She took a bite and her eyes became blurry. She wanted to wipe it, but she didn't. Still pleased, he asked, "Does it smell good?"
She blurted out, "Bitter, so bitter."
He almost jumped up: "Bitter? How can it be bitter? I want the chef to fry one of the sweetest and most fragrant. ”
She looked up and frowned, "I don't believe you can try it yourself." She squeezed most of it hard and shoved it into his mouth. He chewed and chewed. Sigh, so strange, not bitter, sweet and fragrant, warm and peaceful.
He looked confused. Suddenly, she burst out laughing. He suddenly knew what was happening. She just "tricked" him into sharing that fritter and tricked him into eating most of it...
In this story, he is my father 30 years ago. In this story, she is the mother of 30 years ago. My dad told me "9999" this story, and my mom told me "9999" over.
The "version" my father spoke of was somewhat different. His father always ignored the plot of his beloved tobacco swapping for fritters, and instead repeatedly reiterated the details of his mother tricking him into eating fritters. The mother always emphasized the details of her father exchanging tobacco for fritters, but threw away the plot of her tricking her father into eating fritters.
After going through the storm, I realized that deep love is something I will never give up. After a long walk and some experience, we could really see some people clearly. When I encounter difficulties, I understand human feelings; plain and plain, I realize the impermanence of fate. Time will precipitate sincere feelings; wind and rain will experience love that is worth cherishing. When people are the most difficult to get along with and most vulnerable, feelings are always obvious.
If someone thinks of you when you are sick, you will feel warm and harmonious; when someone helps you in your difficult time, you will remember it deeply. Everyone can add icing on the cake, but the hard part is to give help in time; short-term enthusiasm is available to everyone, but it is difficult to be together for a long time. The people who accompany you through the hardships are the most affectionate; the people who have gone through the ups and downs with you are the most sincere.
True love does not need words, actions can always be reflected; there is no need to express your feelings, time will always prove. The distance between hearts and hearts is not far, just communication; waiting for love is not difficult, as long as you are tolerant. Friendship can only be possessed by care; feelings can only last if they are sincere. Love is warm, winter is not cold; if there really is affection, the end of the world is just around the corner!