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【Synopsis】 Wenjun and her husband Qingmei Bamboo Horse, without suspense, went all the way into the factory, and then got married and had children, but, over time, Wenjun's beautiful poems failed to stop her husband's rudeness, and finally broke the marriage. The son whose temperament has changed drastically as a result makes Wenjun feel broken, and even wants to go crazy, and under the enlightenment of his son's class teacher, he gets some relief and warmth. At this moment, he suddenly learned that his ex-husband had been seriously injured in the workshop, and Wenjun ran to the hospital where he was treated.
(i)
Marriage, if not heaven, is hell. Wen Jun had long known that there was such a thing, but she couldn't determine who said this sentence first. Some are recorded as a German proverb; some believe it was written by a famous English playwright; and others indicate that it was said by an American politician. In Wen Jun's place, those are no longer important, the important thing is that his own encounter triggered a sensitive nerve, and he actually thought: "Escaping from the hell of marriage is the only thing under the heavens that is not worth celebrating." "Will this be the first thing you'll say?" Wen Jun smiled bitterly and looked up.
Just a few minutes ago, he, who had just become an ex-husband, asked Wenjun, "Do you still want to have a meal together?" Good to say good, good to scatter. Wen Jun said lightly: "Let's save the province." "The heart is in the midst of a huge wave: is it okay to say that it is good to disperse? Why, are you still planning to get a divorce certificate with one hand and tear my hair with the other? It's all this time, but I want to learn the set in the film and television drama, have a meal together, and play romance! There are so many pictures depicting the love of husband and wife in film and television dramas, why don't you learn from others early and well?
Perhaps in order to avoid returning from the same road as her ex-husband, Wenjun deliberately walked in the direction of the river embankment. Pink peach blossoms, golden cauliflowers, you can't hide from it, under the mid-spring sun, the fragrance of grass and the richness of flowers are simply the rhythm that makes bees and butterflies get lost. Is it also suitable for divorce in such a day? Thinking about it seven times, Wenjun naturally thought of more than 10 years ago. At that time, this side of the river embankment was full of primitive and authentic, and there were reeds and artemisia grasses everywhere, until the dense reeds and the grass of artemisia were filled with the figures of him and Wenjun, and wenjun and his footprints were all over the place. Most of the time it was harmonious and happy, he held her, she held him, jumping and jumping, shouting and fighting with the reeds, comparing the height with the riverbank; sometimes it was awkward and angry, he looked for her, she looked for him, three turns and two turns, either the reeds met, or bumped into the riverbank. In either case, the T-shaped dams outside the riverbank are like kind old people, squinting their eyes, watching quietly, and sometimes as if they can't help but be happy a few times: Look, this young man!
(ii)
Wenjun and her husband's family have lived on the same street for several generations, and the distance is not more than 100 meters. Grandpa's generation, the husband's side opened a repair shop, said that "in addition to not repairing the house and not repairing people, everything is repaired", of course, it is exaggerated, anyway, involving the size of the family to live at home, almost can help to get it done; Wenjun's family side, opened a noodle restaurant, steamed steamed buns, fried fritters and hemp balls, and rolled noodles. As long as it is noodle rice that is eaten, who can think of it and who wants to eat it can also be temporarily customized. Needless to say, when it comes to the father's generation, they are all "old three", the two brothers who are closer than their brothers, when they resumed the college entrance examination, they hit in one fell swoop, and stepped into the threshold of the university that can laugh out of their dreams, and then there is the uniform package distribution, "cadre" identity. When the two "cadres" themselves were still in love, they made an oath to the mountains and the sea: As long as they are a pair of dragons and phoenixes, they must be relatives. Heaven fulfilled people's wishes, Wenjun and he, all the way from kindergarten, primary school, middle school, university, to the reeds by the river embankment, and then to the marriage hall, there is no suspense.
Different from his father's generation, Wenjun and him at that time, college students were no longer unusual, "cadres" were no longer packaged, and "full contracts" were the trend of the times. In this case, Wenjun and he, in order to return to their parents and return to the city they are familiar with, neither studied for further study, nor did they go to a bigger place elsewhere to seek a more ideal job, but entered the local old enterprise motor factory together.
A week before the wedding, the young couple went to the marriage registration. As soon as he put down the signed pen, Wenjun mouthed a "Fu Jun, Fu Jun", and Fu Jun could not help but laugh. Wenjun was full of reasons: "Don't get used to habits, adapt to adapt?" The husband said, "There is a time when you shout." Not to mention, we will both become 'Jun' in the future! The wife immediately disagreed: "My 'Jun' refers to a cultural person with high moral character, and your 'Jun' is at best a male host." ”
Unconsciously, the little two mouths laughed and came to the river again. The husband casually grabbed an unknown flower: "Oh, wildflowers and grasses, you come to a song." Wen Jun thought about it for a moment and took advantage of the excitement to say, "In the spring breeze of a red branch, I can't recognize Jun Wenfang." "As early as when Wenjun was in junior high school, he was a famous little poet in the school, and after the poems he created were published in the local newspaper continuously, the newspaper also sent reporters to do interviews and wrote character interviews. At this time, Wenjun improvised the verses, and her husband praised it from the bottom of his heart, but deliberately did not react at all. Wen Jun's eyes widened, "What? Don't think my verses are good enough? The husband pursed his lips: "I value your heart." The wife shouted, "Or the verses are not good enough!" Don't forget, this flower and that flower, no matter how beautiful, are everywhere, and my verses are the only ones. The husband had to beg for forgiveness: "Good, good, my great poet." "Whether it's a great poet or not, I can at least grasp a poem at will." Upon hearing Wenjun say this, the husband hahaha laughed incessantly, the wife wondered, the husband joked: It's fast, make sure that you catch it is a hand of. The wife's fist rained down on the man's shoulder, and he recited the ancient Zhuo Wenjun's poem aloud: "May the heart of one person be won, and the white head will not be separated." ”
(iii)
A poem of kung fu, the son fell to the ground. Sweating and exhausted, Wenjun couldn't wait to take a break, couldn't wait to touch his son's little face, and couldn't help but think of Su Dongpo's playful "Washing'er Poem": "Everyone adopts a son to be smart, and I have been mistaken for a lifetime." May the child be foolish and reckless, and have no calamities and no difficulties to the secretary of state. He couldn't help but laugh, and looked mischievously at his husband who was happy on the side, and gently and clearly blurted out: "Whether the baby is the sun, the stars, or the moon, we both see the clearness he brings." There are sons and fools, why should we hang on to them! The doctors and nurses praised him, saying, "You must be a little poet, and in the future you will be a mother and child poet." ”
When a burst of ecstasy settled, Wenjun quickly realized that the life of the small family, the life of the small family with her son, was not all the romance and fascination of "poetry and far away", and often stuck to the unbearable and difficult that she could not shake off what she wanted to get rid of. The poet is also frank, this is life, this is called life! His dual role is that, on the one hand, he is the pride of poetry, and on the other hand, he is the darling of fireworks. Moreover, the scene of one grasp is one hand of may not be able to become a poem, and isn't the son his most beautiful hymn?
Who would have thought that in the not too long years that followed, it was precisely because of poetry that a fireworks could not be extinguished in this small home. At least, from her husband's accumulated words and deeds, Wenjun had to come up with such an answer. The husband is in the factory department, where men and women, all day long there are talk and laughter, intimate and warm to each other; Wenjun in the workshop, although there is not much leisure than the factory department, but the big workshop, the advantage is that there are many people, the proportion of young people is high, and the atmosphere is relaxed and lively. One day, her husband suddenly said to Wenjun in that tone: "Your poems are published in the factory newspaper and published in the newspapers and periodicals, how come most of them are some love and love?" ”
"Yes! What I do best is this kind of poetry. Wenjun added another deliberate sentence: "It has always been, and you are not unaware." ”
"I know, the problem is that many of the 'you' and 'he' in the poems refer to, right?"
Poetry comes from life, husband, is he going to restore poetry back to life? WenJun couldn't find a more suitable word to deal with for a while, and casually said: "Maybe, artistic feeling, I can't say clearly." The husband shouted in an instant: "Indeed! So refers to me? If it's not my words, who do you mean? WenJun was stunned, no longer defended, and turned to go to his son Xiaojun's room.
The son's eyes widened, and he only cried out, "Mom, Mom." Wenjun stroked his son's face, still the same technique he used when he first touched it in the delivery room, the same light, the same soft: "Baby, it's all right, Daddy is joking." ”
The husband, who is good at moving and can speak the Tao, has a large group of girlfriends and brothers in the factory, who often eat and make a fuss; Wenjun also has a number of co-workers and literary friends, all of whom are gathered together by poetry and literature. Since the husband's gang can often eat and play around, it is not too much to say that under the repeated encouragement of the wen friends, wen jun and them occasionally get together once in a while. On this day, Wenjun's pen meeting had just begun, and before he could get to the point, her husband Tie Qing pushed the door in with a face, and everyone asked Wenjun in shock: "Are you okay?" The husband forced a smile on his side: "There is nothing wrong, I am only afraid that she is not safe to go home by herself, and she will come to pick it up." Wen Jun didn't have the heart to think about embarrassment or not, and nodded to everyone: "You play a little longer, I will leave first." ”
"Bang!" The husband slammed the car door shut and yelled open: "You secretly eat and drink with a bunch of unknown people, what do you mean?" ”
Wenjun couldn't bear it any longer: "What do you mean?" What do you mean by eating and drinking like that a lot? ”
"No, it's okay to eat and drink, why sneak it?"
"Who stole it?"
The husband felt that it was on his side: "Don't steal, why don't you say a word beforehand?" ”
WenJun really wanted to laugh, but he really couldn't laugh: "Every time you eat and drink, have you told me?" Besides, have you spoken to me for almost a month now? ”
After arguing all the way, arguing all the way, going upstairs to the door, the husband who was still angry actually grabbed his wife's hair: "Don't you want to listen to me?" Now, are you satisfied? ”
Whether her husband has been changing, or whether she has been changing without realizing it, Wenjun she has always been unable to understand, and it is impossible to understand, the only thing that can be determined is that the feelings between husband and wife have definitely changed, and they have changed a lot. Wenjun sometimes thinks that her husband will do something to himself? Wenjun thinks that maybe it will, maybe not. At this time, it is considered to have been unmistakable. However, how can the husband be so cruel!
"Daddy, Mommy, what are you doing?" The son rushed out of his room with a cry.
Wenjun hurried forward, stopped his son, hugged him, and reached out to stroke his son's head: "Baby, it's okay, we're joking!" ”
"You deceive!" The son broke free and closed the door with all his might.
Wen Jun, who is spinning in the sky, is still thinking that those who beat people do not need a reason, and if they do not have a reason, it is "wanting to fight"; those who are beaten are born with reasons, and the reason is that it is not I who is beaten. All that's left is the fist, and I'm afraid only the fist is the only obvious party at fault.
The storm will eventually calm down, and as it goes down, it will be either sunny or gloomy.
(iv)
Xiaojun is in the fourth grade. Every time I wrote an essay in the class, I was the first to mark Xiaojun to the teacher. Xiang teacher as a class teacher and Chinese class, in his spare time likes literary creation, many years ago he loved to read Wenjun's poetry, is very admired. One day, when I learned that Xiaojun's mother was Wenjun, the joy was indescribable, and I thought, when will I become a literary friend with this parent?
God is naïve to make fun of people. How could this future literary friend of his own still share such a family situation! The cigarette between Xiang Teacher's two fingers only took the first sip, and at this time it was about to burn to the slit of his fingers, and Xiao Jun's words became more and more blurred: "Daddy pulled His mother's hair fiercely, and actually like crazy, he wanted to crash his mother's head into the flower stand, and his mother shouted: 'What are you going to do!'" I was stunned and overwhelmed. Mom tried to break free of Dad's fierce arm, but she didn't forget to hug me tightly and say to me, 'Let's joke'. Mom, I haven't grown up yet, I can't tell any truth, and I was scared at the time, but after I calmed down, I thought, every time my father yells at you, you say it's a joke', and now when you hit you, you still say 'joke'. Mom, aren't you 'joking' with your son? ”
Although Xiang Teacher is more than thirty years old, although he has always been single, he usually reads a lot and has a lot of understanding of family life, couple feelings, and so on. After reading Xiao Jun's composition, I felt completely empathy. After the mood calmed down slightly, Xiang Teacher wrote neatly after Xiaojun's composition: "Shen Kuo, the author of the world-wide influential work "Mengxi Pen Talk", could not imagine that in his later years, he married his wife Zhang Shi, who was keen on domestic violence, not only slapped him, but sometimes pulled off Shen Kuo's beard with skin, and the children cried while picking up. What is even more unexpected is that after Zhang's death, Shen Kuo was in a trance all day, sullen and unhappy, and soon after he was rescued by throwing himself into the water, he was depressed. "Write it, and deliberately draw multiple exclamation points.
Xiaojun only dared to show the composition book to her mother. Wenjun shed tears while watching, and his sadness was still secondary, mainly because he couldn't think of a suitable word to tell his son for a while. The sensible son only silently wiped his mother's tears, and did not want to listen to his mother explain anything. The son most hopes that his mother will be as happy as the characters in the poems she writes, or that she will be a goddess who can turn all her suffering and sorrow into a song.
Wenjun she is very understanding of the kind and wise teacher, and she is very grateful. As a teacher, it is naturally not easy to ask about the internal affairs of the student's family, but when the student writes such an essay, he cannot always be indifferent, and will always show a certain emotion and express a certain attitude because he is touched, even if the way and method may be euphemistic and obscure. Writing such a paragraph to the teacher is definitely not justifying domestic violence, so what is the purpose? Is it that simple domestic violence does not mean that the relationship between husband and wife is broken? Wen Jun's mind was in a mess, but he could also feel that Xiang Teacher had a good intention, and he must be worried about his students, afraid that one day he would leave his father or mother. At the very least, he didn't want his favorite students to live in fear and insecurity all day long.
Her husband had been on a business trip for many days, and Wenjun wanted to take advantage of the factory's rest and go to the river alone. In the past 10 years, I have been here a few times, and I can count it with the fingers of one hand. The original style on both sides of the river embankment has long been replaced by a fashionable and beautiful landscape belt, Wenjun aimlessly turned east and west, the scenery let it scenery, at this moment it is easy to have a rare tranquility, this tranquility, is Wenjun she has long been missing. Suddenly, the March peach blossoms turned with the water. Drifting zero, February kite line is broken. Oh, Lang Ya Lang, I wish in the next life, you come to me as a man for a woman. "Zhuo Wenjun, that is one of the four great talents in ancient times, she and Sima Xiang can be described as suffering and sharing, deep affection, just like this, is not it still almost disgusting to her husband?" WenJun really wanted to make fun of herself, when, what state of mind, she could still think of such a verse, and she also thought about what ancient talented women. "I'm a man"? What if the woman is the "Humble Woman Zhang"? In the distance came the well-heard violin concerto "Liang Zhu", a lingering and moving love song that used to sound good in every way, and now it only sounds like a kind of heartfelt sadness and crying.
(5)
Wen Jun's marriage has come to an end in the end.
The dwelling is still such a dwelling, but it is already a framework without laughter; he is still such a self, but he has become a shell that has lost his soul. Wenjun looked up at the sky, and then looked back and forth at the four walls, everything was so strange, even the small ornament on the coffee table that was dangling around, was also probing himself and asking himself: "Who are you?" Wen Jun's head was empty, and the verses that used to rush out of the way did not know where to hide. However, it is not yet completely masterless, even if there is no trace of interest. "If you are born fast, you will be born with pain!" Wen Jun's mind turned slightly, and he reverie: since he had two brothers, "happiness" and "pain", he complicated many things in the world. Sometimes it is necessary not only to have happiness happily, but also to have pain happily; sometimes, not only to have pain, but also to have happiness painfully.
In less than half an hour, Xiaojun should go home from school. In nearly three months, in Wenjun's memory, the words spoken by his son and himself will not add up to more than 20 sentences, right? Weekdays have never shown the intention of leaving his mother, but from Monday to Friday, the first thing Xiaojun does after getting up is to pick up all the things he needs to use for two days on weekends, pick them up neatly and neatly, and even the snacks that he usually accumulates that he thinks are delicious must be brought to his father to taste. Wenjun can see these things. Let Wenjun feel distressed, sometimes it can almost be said that it is angry, how the son is more and more like his father's virtue, obviously it is his fault, you talk to him a hundred sentences, people do not even say a word, it does not matter whether you are angry or anxious to die. Mom knows her son you're not used to it, you're not happy, and so am I! Whenever you feel that your mother is going to bring up something related to the past, you can leave everything behind and run away. O my son!
At night, as in the past, my son was writing his homework with a muffled head, and Wenjun was accompanied by a muffled voice.
"Son." Wenjun cried softly, and his son did not respond.
"Jun." Xiao Jun still did not squeak, Wen Jun said directly: "Such a simple topic, how did you do it wrong?" ”
The son wanted to turn his head to look at his mother, but he just twisted halfway and twisted back and continued to write his homework.
"Am I taking my words seriously again?' Such a simple topic is indeed unnecessary, and in the eyes of the child, is it derogatory? WenJun was miserable and thought, "I don't even know how to say a word, and how to communicate with my son!" ”
"Son, Xiaojun, if you do something wrong, you are doing something wrong, just change it." The mother eased her tone and became more cautious, while her son Xiaojun still ignored it and was indifferent.
"Mom knows you'll change it sooner or later, but why do you have to talk to me?" You're going to me off! Wen Junyue said more and more angrily, couldn't bear it, and slapped his son with his hand. The son didn't shout or scream, just stopped the homework, and for a short time, he continued to write, as if nothing had happened.
"Xiao Jun, you stop!" Mom yelled, "What the hell do you want, what do you want me to do!" ”
At this moment, the son stopped his homework and sat there motionless.
"You're not very young, don't you understand that your mother is for your own good?" Wen Jun was in tears and hoarse in his throat.
The son stood up slowly, holding the table facing the wall: "Mom, daddy hit you, is it also for your own good?" Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Jun cried out loudly.
"You're still sophistry!" Seeing his son like this, Wenjun spoke out, and then regretted it.
(6)
Wen Jun, she couldn't care less about the former him, or even about her son Xiaojun, only worried about herself, worried that she would one day go crazy and couldn't get it.
Xiang Teacher patiently listened to Wen Jun's big pass, and did not feel too sudden. Xiao Jun's recent every move, as a class teacher, is in the eyes, will not think of a lot. However, it is the first time that parents of students have confided so much to themselves.
"Xiaojun Mother, thank you for your trust in me, we are all for the learning and growth of our children." Speaking to the teacher, I felt that these things were too formulaic, and then I changed the style of conversation: "I often read your poems, very early on, your strong and romantic heart, you must be able to face and deal with everything." ”
"Thank you to the teacher, Xiaojun has always said that he likes you very much. Today is just the right time for a parent-teacher conference, which has delayed you so much time. WenJun pondered for a moment and said, "Actually, I was going to come to you specifically, and you must have a lot of good ideas about how to communicate with your children." ”
He smiled at the teacher, "I can't talk about it either." Today's children are exposed to more things and understand more things. After some quick thinking, Xiang Teacher still decided not to speak too directly: "The child has something to say in his heart, but after all, he is still young, and he will not say a lot of truth to adults, even if he tells a little reason, it may be intermittent, there is no so-called logic." Because of this, parents need to listen patiently, do not easily interrupt, and cannot dislike and refute. Wen Jun nodded silently.
The theme of today's parent-teacher conference is to exchange views on "extended service", focusing on listening to the opinions and suggestions of parents. As soon as Xiang Teacher made the opening remarks, everyone whispered, and I could feel that there was more approval and joy in the noise.
"Dear parents, the superior asked the school to provide delayed service, the primary purpose is to solve the problem that it is inconvenient for parents to pick up and drop off their children at work, especially..." To the teacher unconsciously spit out his tongue, the words came to his mouth, fortunately did not say "parents divorced", subconsciously glanced at Xiaojun's mother, too good, she seems to be looking down at the mobile phone, the attention is not on her side, she calmly changed her mouth: "Especially the child's parents work and life are not in the same place, or go out to work together ..."
Wenjun waved her hand slightly at the teacher, and as she walked outside the classroom, it was a call from the factory office, which was pressed off once, and then called again: "Wenjun?" ”
"It's me."
"I don't know if I should tell you as soon as possible that your child's father is him..."
Upon hearing the tone of the other party's tone, Wen Jun's whole body tensed up and replied without hesitation: "Of course, of course, what happened to him?" The other party trembled in his voice: "Don't be too anxious first, he went down to the workshop to participate in the production operation, was seriously injured, and has been sent to the hospital for treatment." ”
Wenjun only remembered the name of the hospital, it was near the school, and he didn't have time to ask more, nor did he have time to greet the teacher and run to the hospital. It's less than two streets apart, hurry up, God, let me run faster!
The sky in the west, gathering a large number of dark clouds, wrapped in the wind, rolling and pushing over, "clouds to the east, a gust of wind", but sometimes not necessarily, the dark clouds may suddenly turn around and push back in the middle, "clouds to the west, cloaked"! Wen Jun couldn't care less about this, and only wanted to rush to his side immediately. No matter what time it is, he is also the father of his son Xiaojun!
The world was frozen in time, and between heaven and earth, I saw only a woman with a pale face, running wildly without scruples, howling.
Author: Mao Yonghui, a native of Nantong City, Jiangsu Province, is a civil servant who has worked for a long time in Heze, Shandong Province, and has retired. He is a director of the Shandong Miscellaneous Literature Association. At one time, he mainly wrote essays, but in recent years, he has turned to the creation of various literary genres such as prose, novels, and poetry. In the past few decades, he has published more than one million words of works, and many of his works have won awards and been included in anthologies.
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