Grandma married Grandpa when she was sixteen.
In that era, it was important to pay attention to the door to the door, and the words of the matchmaker. The matchmaker entered the door and shined half of her body in black and white under the girl's eyelids.
"Young, can play basketball, looks handsome." The person in the photo, thick eyebrows, smiling eyes, white teeth, she later remembered, not as handsome as the matchmaker said, but did not understand how to nod her head in the first place.
Two young people who had never met before became a family under the arrangement of fate. The day after they got married, he made her cry again. It turned out that someone asked him: "Is the new daughter-in-law okay?" She stood aside, and he did not shy away from her face: "Like a smiling stone bodhisattva, eight rods can't make a fart, it's not fun at all." What else could she do, but she was so angry that she hid in the house and secretly wiped her tears.
For a long time, the two people barely spoke. It's not that she has a vendetta, it's that she can't say a thing. She went to school, read, loved to read, embroidered flowers, and made calculations, and he had no intention of running a family business, and he had no chance of studying, and he only knew how to play basketball. The two people don't care who opens their mouths first, and the ending is chicken and duck.
He does not gamble, nor does he like to smoke, the only problem is that his lover is surrounded by people before and after, so he spends a lot of money on inviting guests to dinner. She nagged her in-laws about her own numbers, saying that she was not a good daughter-in-law and did not urge him to be motivated. Turning his head to find that he didn't listen at all, he rubbed his face with a dry towel, didn't wash his feet, and went straight to bed and slept heavily, blocking her stomach and complaining quietly.
She wept silently in this silence, thinking of confessing her fate.
Now that I think about it, just like the bitter love Taiwan drama in the early years, the lady of the big family who knew the book Dali married the stupid son of the landlord's family, and crying was also a day, and laughing was also a day.
The following year, she gave birth to a daughter. He liked it tightly, and he was afraid of blowing in his hands, and he was afraid of falling in his arms. Because he was not a man, his in-laws complained a lot, and he only smiled and said that he let her husband and sister play. She looked at him and for the first time had a feeling of dependence.
After two years, the family also planned to open a school in the county. She missed her former school life and told him that she wanted to teach at the school. He was embarrassed, showed his face, and was afraid to gossip. She didn't speak either, and turned her head and left as if she had gone against the grain. Later, he still went to mess with the elders of the family without face and skin, and eventually got her and himself into the school as a teacher. But her teacher did not last long, because she had another child in her belly, and was forced to go home to recuperate.
Then one day I went to school to bring him food and saw that he was still teaching a female student to play after class. She carried her meal, did not speak, turned and left. He caught up with her on his bicycle and asked her why she didn't go back in the car, and it would take thirty miles from the county town to her home in the countryside. And she used to wrap her feet and then let go, thirty miles away, and she had to walk to death. He saw that she was not happy and asked her how not to be angry. She shrugged off his hand and left, and he followed behind, one step tighter, one step slower. Every time she looked back, she could see him smiling silly.
It was dark, and the country roads were not illuminated by street lights, so they could only rely on the moon to know the way. He said that ghost stories frightened her and asked her if she was afraid of ghosts. She said she was not afraid. But he said he was afraid, and he said that there was a goblin living in the house. She was frightened and asked where. He tugged at her sleeve and said immodestly that she was the fox spirit and would charm him for the rest of his life.
He compared her to a goblin, not a good goblin, she was going to be angry. But she should have been angry, but her heart was a little sweet, a thousand words, turned into a fist and smashed into him.
At that time, she understood what love was, did not understand, the only love story she knew back and forth said, it was only Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai turned into butterflies, the White Lady flooded the Golden Mountain Temple for Xu Xian, and did not know that love and fighting and making trouble like a family.
In those years, the outside world was no longer good. Soon after the birth of the second child, the family did not fall behind. Many people and things have undergone earth-shaking changes, and he and she are no longer young masters and young grandmothers overnight. He also went out to do farm work, while she made a living by doing needlework.
He died early, and the ease of his youth and later suffering overdrawn his body, and he suffered from a very serious liver disease. When she died of illness, she was told not to observe the festival, and to remarry when she met a good person. Later, she also remarried, and after all, she did not have the courage to jump into the grave like Zhu Yingtai, nor did she have the ability of the white lady to flood the golden mountain. To pull children and support in-laws, many things are not as simple as dying and a hundred.
She often blamed him, blamed him for leaving early; also blamed him, blamed him for marrying herself; hated him even more, hated him so that he had changed her life so foolishly that she would never be able to achieve consummation in her life again. But it is always good to have hate, because there is hatred, and some names are firmly locked in the box of the deepest memory.
Day by day, day by day, and later, the years have also aged her, and she has grandchildren. Sometimes when teaching grandchildren, she talks about the people she hates the most, about his lack of learning, his love of making fox friends, patronizing and enjoying in his early years, and being miserable in his later years.
"Don't learn from him!" But every time she gritted her teeth and said to him, there was always a little bright light in her eyes. Falling into the heart of the little granddaughter, Grandma's expression at that moment was always as round, so full, and so happy as the moon in the sky.
Once upon a time, it was said to posterity, good and bad, like legends. Legend has it that many people have heard that everything is faint, like the dusty and gray old window flowers on the old dark red window pages. Only the man who cut the window flowers with his own hands knew how beautiful it had been.
——The original text is in egger moments about what I don't want to fall in love with
