assimilation
In the early morning, the sun came in through the window, and Ya'er woke up, looking at the sunlight coming in through the window, listening to the faint sound outside, very comfortable, lazy, did not want to get up.
Ya'er looked at his hut, the floor of the hut, paved with floors, and the floor was glowing. The walls, snow white, snow white, also made some favorite shapes. The top, also suspended from the ceiling, hung a lamp, also elegant.
By the window, there was also a table, and on the table, there was a computer. At the table, against the wall, there was a long row of bookshelves, and on the shelves, there were books that Ya'er liked to read. There are also some trinkets. In the room, it seems warm and permeated with the smell of books.
Ya'er's parents, both working in the cultural sector, were standard intellectuals. They all like to read, read a lot of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign classics, but also like the piano, chess and calligraphy, from childhood, there is a smoke on Ya'er, Ya'er also likes to read, but also likes qinqi calligraphy and painting.
After going to school, in addition to the books she studied, Ya'er read ancient and modern Chinese and foreign classics. In addition to reading, I also like piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Now, Ya'er has just come out of the campus and is about to enter the society and participate in work.
It is those books, the smoke of qinqi calligraphy and painting, that make Ya'er's heart yearn for beauty, longing for truth, goodness and beauty, and full of beautiful yearning for the future.
Ya'er looked at the room, listened to the faint sound of the city outside, and her heart was extra warm, and she didn't want to get up. Ya'er's brain, the future, has a lot of imagination, imagining the future, where it will be, what kind of work it will do, who can she meet, and what things she will experience! Ya'er didn't know, and only gave these to the future to answer.
Ya'er's heart is just thinking, no matter where she works, who she meets, what things she must keep reading, read those classics, after reading enough, after having the accumulation of life, she still wants to write. Nor will I give up the hobby of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Let literature and art decorate life, cultivate the heart, and be a person who yearns for truth, goodness and beauty, sincerity and kindness in heart.
Ya'er thought like this, the sound of the city was still faint, the sunlight coming in through the window, warm and bright. Ya'er's heart felt so warm, and her heart felt so comfortable. At this moment, Ya'er suddenly felt that her body, sinking down violently, seemed to sink into the boundless abyss, the wind was whistling in her ears, and all her eyes saw was darkness, Ya'er felt that she seemed to be sinking into the boundless abyss, not knowing how long to sink, how deep, feeling so scared, the body was hanging in the air, floating.
Ya'er struggled and shouted, but it didn't work. Just let it sink and float.
I don't know how long later, Ya'er suddenly felt that his body had landed on the ground and was no longer sinking. There was no sound of the wind in my ears, but my eyes still couldn't open, and what I saw was darkness. After a long time, a long time, Ya'er's eyes slowly opened, as if she had stepped out of the dark passage, and there was light in front of her eyes.
Ya'er saw a middle-aged man standing in front of him, saw him wake up, and said to her, I went to see Chai He in the mountains, and saw you lying by the stream under a cliff, people were unconscious, fortunately, there was no fall, there was no blood on the body, and they carried you back.
Ya'er was shocked and said, What, how?
Middle-aged men, still using what Ya'er vaguely understands, their local vernacular, smiled at Ya'er and said, You are in the wilderness, unconscious, I carried you back and saved you.
Middle-aged man, forehead shiny, hair disheveled, yellow, clothes, dirty and torn, body smell of sweat. On the face, there are traces of age, the teeth are not brushed, the color is some sallow, some are dark, and there is bad breath.
The middle-aged man's eyes were originally dull, but when he looked at Ya'er, his gaze suddenly became very bright, and it clearly contained the same desire as fire.
Ya'er said, you let me go, I want to go back. However, Ya'er wanted to move, but she couldn't move at all. The middle-aged man looked like a burning fire, smiled obscenely, pounced on her, and pressed against her.
Ya'er instantly felt that the dark roof, along with the sweaty body of the middle-aged man, was pressing against her. Ya'er felt that in front of her eyes, it was dark again in an instant, all the beauty that her heart longed for was dark, her heart, the incomparable emptiness, the incomparable coldness, despair, the body began to float again, into the deeper, boundless abyss, falling away.
Ya'er let out a long exclamation of "Ah" in her head.
Just then, a loud horn outside the window woke Ya'er up. Ya'er woke up again, only to find that just now, in the confusion, she had a dream, a particularly terrible, disappointing dream. The people in the dream are so dirty and obscene.
The window is still illuminated by the sun, and the sunlight outside the window is particularly clear and beautiful. The sound of the city outside the window is still faint.
In the cottage, the floor is shiny, the walls are white, and the shapes are unique and beautiful. On the top, the shape of the hanging is also very delicate, and the lamp is also particularly beautiful. On the table in front of the window, the computer is quiet, and the books on the shelves are also lying quietly. In the cottage, it is still warm and full of the smell of books.
Falling out of the dream, returning to reality, there is still that warm cabin, such a warm and beautiful life. Everything in the dream did not happen, which made Ya'er feel happy and comforted.
Ya'er knows that she can still live in the comfortable life she once had, in the warm cabin, and do her inner, beautiful dreams. Accompanied by words, with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting to cultivate the heart, the heart, yearning for beauty, truth, goodness and beauty.
Thinking about it, Ya'er got up, stretched out a long stretch, yawned, got dressed, and got up.
After folding the bed and washing up, Ya'er pulled open the curtains and opened the window, and the sunlight came in through the window, and the sunlight was exceptionally clear and warm, and the air was fresh. Outside the window of the city, the buildings are lined with high and low buildings, and the streets are crisscrossed. The streets are bustling with traffic, bustling and bustling, and people still need a life.
The mountains that embrace the city, stretching continuously, the trees on the mountain, the leaves are getting deeper and deeper, and the mountains are in the green, so beautiful.
The sky, also blue and blue, the sun is like a fireball, cloud mushrooms, leisurely.
A river, flowing through the city, the river is clear, and the river is full of wild willows, adding charm to this mountain city.
Ya'er knew that her father and mother, who had gotten up early, had gone to work. Out of the room, in the classroom, the sofa is quiet, the coffee table is quiet, the class is empty, but it is still full of warmth. Ya'er went to get fruit, drinks, and sat down on the sofa, eating and drinking leisurely.
After Ya'er had eaten and drunk, she went into her hut, sat down at the table, took out her favorite book, and prepared to read it. But when the eye sees the bed, how can the mind not concentrate in the book and cannot see it? In my mind, I always think of that dream in the morning. And, that dream, so real, just like the real thing.
In Ya'er's heart, she asked herself, if such a thing really happened, if that kind of thing is true, then how should I live in this life!
When such a question came to her mind, Ya'er simply put down the book, did not want to think about reading books, nor did she want to practice piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but let go and think about the things in the dream.
Ya'er thought that if the people and things in the dream were true. Then, her life will be rewritten from now on, and her heart will also send a complete change. Her whole life, perhaps it is difficult to escape the clutches of the middle-aged man, controlled by her, become the object of satisfying his flesh, a lifetime, just in that dark room, in that sweaty smell, from then on, there is no more book fragrance, chess, calligraphy and painting. In the heart, the beauty of longing will be broken, and the truth, goodness and beauty of the desire will also be turned into false evil and ugliness, and the ugliness of human nature will be fully revealed. Her flesh, trampled by this middle-aged man, her soul, by this middle-aged man, ruthlessly trampled, the so-called dream, the yearning for truth, goodness and beauty, for this middle-aged man, may be a joke. Her soul will be assimilated by this middle-aged man, after despair, by him. Then, no dreams, no yearning, just to live, to live, to live like animals.
Thinking about it, Ya'er's heart broke out in a cold sweat.
She knew that what she encountered was a dream, she could keep her body clean, her heart intact, her yearning for truth, goodness and beauty, and her dreams for the future, and she had never encountered that kind of life. However, in real life, how many people are suffering, or are suffering from, such a life!
Ya'er had thought enough of the things in her dreams. Then, I thought about my future life.
Ya'er knew that she was in the ivory tower, that reading, dreaming life. People of the same age, with the same ideals, reading in one piece and pursuing a future life, have come to an end completely. Life has pushed her to the vast society, her parents cannot support her for a lifetime, the future life, facing her, what place to work, and what unit to work, and who to work, at work, will meet whom, encounter what things. While working, she also longs for love, marriage. In the years of study, I have been in the dream, even if I have a good feeling with people, but I have not loved each other, with graduation, I will run my own things, and I will face who to love and marry in the future, entrusting her clean body and soul together. Can work, love, and marriage bring her into the dream, the life she yearns for?
Ya'er looked through the window, the blue sky, looking at the mountains, the city in the mountains, dazed, unable to answer.
Ya'er couldn't think of it, and couldn't understand it, and could only leave it to the years and life to answer.
And after many years, the years and life answered everything to Ya'er.
At this time, Ya'er already knew clearly where she was, what unit, and who she was working with. The people and things in the unit and the unit have gone from being unfamiliar at the beginning to being as familiar with their own bodies at this time, and those people and things have rotted in their hearts.
Ya'er also has a family, knows who to love with, who to marry, and who to go into marriage, family, and children with.
In the autumn, Ya'er finally had a job. From registration to recruitment, all the way through the five levels, cut six generals, and passed smoothly. After the interview, wait for the assignment.
The same regrettable thing for Ya'er and her parents is that although Ya'er's parents want her to stay in the city, work in the city, be close to home, and take care of each other. Ya'er also wants to stay in the city, be familiar with the city, have the company of her parents, no matter what happens, have shelter, not afraid, and feel safe in her heart. More importantly, after every day after work, he can accompany his warm cottage, in which he reads, practices piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, dreams, and yearns for the future. However, because the units in the city were full, they could not enter. Ya'er only went to work at the grassroots level.
Her parents didn't want Ya'er to go, and Ya'er didn't want to go either. She has lived in the city since she was a child, has no grassroots life experience, and knows nothing about where life is. However, in the face of such an employment situation, college graduates walking all over the street, many of them can not find a job, the parents sighed, let Ya'er go, told her, first go to occupy the position, have a job and then say. Then, find a way to slowly return to the city. It is to go to the village to work, not to marry in the village, to make a home in the village, to be afraid of something. What's going on, in town, and we're on top of it!
Hearing her parents say this, Ya'er went, although she was worried. Ya'er's job is in a remote village. Ya'er went to the village with the freshness, curiosity, and unknown of the village, with inner confusion, and the inner yearning that surged into the cottage when she dreamed.
When she went, Ya'er brought a lot of favorite books and a computer. I also bring items for practicing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
The father hired a car and sent Ya'er there. Seeing that Ya'er was carrying so many things, he smiled and said to Ya'er, It seems that you want to be at ease with that village, and you have been staying in that village and don't want to come back.
Ya'er said, it's not! Don't wait for so many things, decorate my inner dreams, in that village, people will be killed.
The father smiled and said nothing more. I hope that my daughter's dream, in the village, can be like a tree finding dirt, taking root, and then, sprouting, blossoming.
However, what dreams the daughter has, what dreams she can make in the future, and what yearning she has in her heart, my father does not know.
The place where Ya'er works is indeed very remote. Fortunately, there is also a simple, potholed dirt road that leads all the way to the village.
The car invited by the father first sent Ya'er to a town, from that town, and then to that village, and the car he invited could not go, but could only find a three-wheeled trampoline for the farm in the town to send them to the village.
From the city, to this town, has crossed a few mountain beams, mountain beams are steep, but, are asphalt roads, or cement roads, although the road curves are urgent, some places are narrow, like belts, wrapped around the mountains, sitting on the car, turning left and right, making people dizzy, but not bumpy, sitting in the car, through the window, looking at the scenery outside the window, thinking about the work in the strange village, let Ya'er's heart, especially excited. Especially the blue sky above the head, the white clouds at the top of the mountain, the turquoise mountains, the small flowers on the side of the road, and the flowing river, all bring Ya'er a poetic feeling, and the heart gushes with better feelings. Ya'er felt that she was not working in the village, but going to her dream. His eyes were wide open, his face was excited, and he couldn't help but sing in his heart.
From the town, to the units of the village, it was all narrow, potholed dirt roads. The sound of the diesel three-wheeled bungee's machine, spitting and spitting, shaking the sky, on the potholed dirt road, like dancing forward. Ya'er's father, who initially worked at the grassroots level, walked into the city step by step. After sitting in this car, there was no reaction to this car, it seemed to be very enjoyable, for him, in their time, on this road, to have such a car to sit, really or enjoy, in general, only to do the 11th car, walking. Ya'er, although she had seen such a car in the city, it was indeed the first time to sit in such a car and walk on such a road. Fortunately, the road is not too far, when Ya'er was pulled to the unit village, Ya'er felt that her ears were about to be shocked, all of them were spitting sounds, and her stomach was about to be spit out, and after getting out of the car, she squatted on the ground on the side of the road and vomited. Just now from the city to the car, over the mountains, to the town of the beautiful feeling, the poetic feeling, is gone.
After unloading things, his father gave money to the tricycle driver, he drove the tricycle bungee, and in the sound of spitting, it was very dashing, rolling up the dust, and slipping away with a cigarette.
Father was ready to give Ya'er something and move it to her unit.
Father said that he had been to this village before and knew the village unit. The unit is just across the river, on a ping dam, on the ping dam, there is a unit alone, next to the unit, there are several families. Under the Ping dam, all are fields.
On the river, there is a chain bridge, cross the chain bridge, cross the field, go up a slope, and get to the unit.
Standing at the head of the bridge, you can see the unit gate, the gate has a door stove, pasted with white porcelain pieces, is an iron door, look, but also dazzling. However, the unit houses are all one-story houses, red tile roofs, gray brick repairs.
Ya'er was dizzy, her stomach ached, still squatting on the side of the road, and her father carried something, crossed the chain bridge, crossed the field, went up the slope, and went to the unit.
After a while, the father came out and followed him, and at the head of the bridge was a man older than Ya'er. Men are the kind of men between youth and middle age. Men who are younger than that, no longer have that youth, vitality. Compared with middle-aged men, there are still a few young. The hairline is high, but the figure is still well-proportioned, and the person looks calm and elegant.
Ya'er, who saw the first side of a man, would never have thought that she would become the woman of this man in the future.
The man was sent by the unit leader to help Ya'er move things. This man, together with Ya'er's father, helped to move things, piece by piece, to Ya'er's work unit, a house assigned to Ya'er, and after moving, Ya'er's father said to him, thank you.
He shyly agreed, not politely. And off you go.
When her father moved the last thing, Ya'er was a little more dizzy, and her stomach did not hurt, so she followed her father, crossed the chain bridge, crossed the field, went up the slope, entered the door of the unit where she was about to work, and went to the unit.
In the unit, a not very large playground, the playground is surrounded by red tiles, black brick one-story houses, is a standard courtyard. In the corner, there are flowers and trees, and the environment is elegant.
Ya'er's room, in a row of houses that are slightly lower than the yard, this row of houses, are all inhabited by colleagues in this unit.
Entering the house, although the outside is gray brick walls, it looks old and quaint. However, the inside is clean, the ground is cement, the walls are white, not very mottled. The top is suspended with PVC material, the front and back of the house, there are windows, in the middle, there is a partition wall, inside is the bedroom, outside is the living area. The house was clean, bright and seemed cosy.
Faced with such conditions, Ya'er couldn't tell how she felt in her heart.
Father helped, made the bed for Ya'er, put things in place, the hut, you can meet the perch, live, seem warm.
Father told Ya'er to work here with peace of mind, to listen to the leader's words, where he did not understand, please lead more, and colleagues, be more modest, be polite to colleagues, and leaders, and make a good relationship. No matter what kind of work is assigned, we must do it, do it well, and do not be afraid of the heavy.
Ya'er listened to everything.
Father went to greet the leader again and spoke. Then I went to the man who moved Ya'er's things, said hello, said thank you, and said that in the future, ya'er's work will have any difficulties, and give more guidance.
He smiled and said that in the future, I will work, I am all colleagues, if there is any difficulty, try to say, if you can help, you must help.
It was dusk, and Ya'er heard her father say that the village across the chain bridge had small shops, restaurants, and inns. Ya'er followed her father, crossed the chain bridge, went to the opposite village, in the small shop, bought some daily necessities, and then, followed her father, went to the small restaurant, ate a meal, her father sent Ya'er to the door of the unit, told Ya'er, he lived in the village hotel, tomorrow morning, he will return to the city, there is something, contact again.
Ya'er agreed, looking at his father's distant back, not knowing why, suddenly felt that in this village, such a dead silence, his heart, such emptiness, thinking about the future, work, life have to rely on his own, just like his father sent him to that city to go to school, do everything, after leaving, Ya'er's heart, special emptiness, there is a feeling of wanting to cry.
However, when his father disappeared in the twilight, Ya'er returned to the hut, looked at the warm hut, and saw everything that his father had laid out for him, including the gas stove and vegetables brought from the city, and suddenly felt so down-to-earth in his heart. Thinking, when I grow up, I must learn to live independently, just like in that city, after my father left, I can also work smoothly here, live, and then, put my feet on the ground of reality, chase my dreams.
Thinking like this, Ya'er played the flute for a while, practiced writing for a while, and then went to bed, felt the village, the natural silence, read the books she liked to read, until she was comfortable, her heart was particularly calm, she lay down, and went to sleep soundly.
The next day Ya'er got up early, and after washing up, she opened for a while.
At the meeting, Ya'er knew her work and also knew her colleagues in the unit.
At the meeting, she was assigned a job, not too heavy, not too light.
Ya'er didn't have any feelings for the man who moved things for him, and she hadn't thought of remembering his name, but after the meeting was dispersed, the name was deeply engraved in her heart. Man's name: Yusan.
When the unit leader introduced her the man's name, Ya'er pretended to be serious on the surface, and smiled inside, how to call such a name, I thought it was an umbrella!
Ya'er can remember Yusan's name because Yusan helped her move things. It was also because, at the meeting, the leader of the unit told her that if there was anything to do in the future work, she could consult Yusan.
And Ya'er also saw that in the unit, except for Yusan and his young, the others were middle-aged people, and the leaders of the unit were all people of the grandfather generation in their fifties.
It was for these reasons that Ya'er remembered Yusan's name.
Ya'er felt that facing the village, it was so strange, there was no one who knew. Facing the unit, Ya'er also felt that although Yusan was older than him, after all, he was still a peer, and in the unit, in addition to interacting with Yusan and talking, with other colleagues, there might be no reason to communicate, common language.
Ya'er felt that she had suddenly fallen from heaven to hell, and a depressed feeling inexplicably surged into her heart.
Ya'er thought of that dream again. Ya'er felt depressed, frightened.
However, Ya'er felt the natural silence of the village at night, the bugs outside the window, and the joy of chirping. Feeling the quietness and warmth of the cottage, although the warmth and cultural atmosphere of her city cottage, it can also make her find that feeling in such a cottage and make her dream.
Ya'er thought, there are dreams, it is beautiful. If there is a dream, there is a future, and he can take her away from the world, away from the dirty and despicable, and into the life of truth, goodness and beauty that he yearns for.
Thinking about my father's words again, I am working here, not staying here for a lifetime, standing in a position first, and in the future my father will think of a way to let her return to the city.
Thinking about it, Ya'er's heart, gained comfort, and also settled her heart, guarding her dream, in this remote village unit, began her work and life.
With the knowledge she had learned in school and her ability to understand, Ya'er was still very comfortable with the work in this village unit, and there was no need to consult Yusan. Yusan, like other colleagues in the unit, is busy in their respective work in an orderly manner.
After work, Ya'er returned to her hut, sometimes, playing the flute for a while, sometimes practicing calligraphy for a while, sometimes, reading a book she liked for a while, and having a feeling in her heart, she took out paper and pen and wrote for a while. In the midst of this, let Ya'er forget the dead silence of the village, the mechanical monotony of the work in the unit, and in the face of those old colleagues, the heart can not understand, there is no suppression of language communication, in the warmth of the cottage, let Ya'er feel intoxicated, forget himself, as if in the city home, the warm cottage, the same beautiful feeling, the heart dreams, the future is full of beautiful yearning, yearning for truth, goodness and beauty, elegance, holiness.
Unlike Ya'er, Yusan sometimes spends time with those old colleagues, although those old colleagues, older than him, some can be grandfathers and grandmothers, and the youngest is also uncles and aunts. However, Yusan was with them, and he didn't know how, but he had something to say, and as he spoke, he had a bright happy smile on his face.
Sometimes, Yusan would stay in the hut like Ya'er. When the sound of Ya'er's flute falls, there will be a more gentle and crisp flute sound in Yusan's hut than in Ya'er's hut. This flute sound brings Ya'er a beautiful imagination and makes Ya'er fascinated by the artistic conception in the flute sound. It also made Ya'er sigh, how good is this flute blowing! Compared to this crisp, gentle flute sound, what is she blowing! Like a child who has just learned to walk, she feels shy.
Ya'er knew that this flute was blown by Yusan.
Ya'er's heart was amazed that Yusan could play such a good flute.
From then on, because of Yusan's flute sound, Ya'er did not dare to play the flute anymore. I thought, if you want to blow, go back to your home in the city and play it again, practice the flute well, and then blow it.
Ya'er doesn't play the flute anymore, and listening to Yusan's flute is a kind of enjoyment. The sound of the flute brought her into the imagination, into the mood of the dream. Ya'er listened, sighing in her heart, how good it was to blow!
Every day, in that free time, Ya'er hoped that Yusan could play the flute, and she listened quietly and imagined that it was an indescribable enjoyment.
If one day, Yusan did not blow, it would make Ya'er feel inexplicably lost, Gudu.
In Ya'er's heart, because of the sound of the flute, Yusan, who did not have a little good feeling for Hatsumi, actually had a warm feeling.
Ya'er stopped playing the flute, and in her free time, Ya'er returned to the hut and practiced writing. I also read books, and I also secretly write the words I want to write in my heart.
However, one day, the unit carried out an activity to write monograms. Ya'er thought that no one in the unit wrote, and would eventually push her, then, she was modest and modest, and then waved to write, let them marvel, marvel.
But I didn't expect that the leader of the unit directly let Yusan write. Yusan did not prevaricate, cut the paper, poured the ink, Yusan was on the simple office desk, pressing paper in one hand, holding a brush in the other, in composure, the monogram was written in one fell swoop.
The leaders and colleagues of the unit seemed to have known the good handwriting written by Yusan for a long time, and without exclamation or praise, they hurriedly spread the words on the ground, dried them, and prepared to say goodbye to the banner. Ya'er on the side was shocked, and Yusan's words were written calmly, dashingly, and the dots were cross-skimmed, each with its own characteristics. Take care of each other. There is stillness in movement, and there is movement in stillness. If it is a word, it is better to say calligraphy. Compared to Yusan's words, Ya'er suddenly felt that what she wrote, like the words of elementary school students, was not a word. Ya'er was ashamed of her words and marveled at how well Yusan's words were written. Having praise and envy for Yusan, I have a good feeling for Yusan in my heart.
The flute can't be blown, and the calligraphy doesn't have to be practiced. There is no one who can play chess. Ya'er was left to draw, read, and write.
After a few days, Yusan was even more shocked to Ya'er, that is, in the face of Yusan, everything she did, Yusan did, and it was better than what she did, facing Yusan, making her ashamed, she had no meaning to do, and she was even more embarrassed to tell people that she had these hobbies and pursued.
In the unit, there was a window, and some paintings were needed. Ya'er was also equally excited, thinking that no one in the unit could paint, and finally the unit leader found her and let her paint, she was modest and modest, and then painted, and then, let the colleagues in the unit marvel and praise.
But I didn't expect that, just like writing the monogram, the unit leader directly let Yusan paint, Yusan did not prevaricate, and prepared the same brush and ink, paint, and painted in the simple office of the unit. As if the painting was on that paper, just waiting for Yusan to draw it, Yusan was confident and very familiar with the painting.
Yusan painted several paintings, there were landscapes, there were figures, there were animals, there were plants. No matter what the painting is, like what, the thickness of the ink, the color matching is so perfect, the whole picture, full of artistic conception, infects people, making people feel as if they are in the painting.
The leaders and colleagues of the unit seem to know that Yusan's painting is good, and they are not amazed and praised, and after Yusan's painting is good, they are busy putting it into the picture frame. It was Ya'er who was amazed. Ya'er felt that in the face of Yusan's paintings, the paintings she painted were nothing, just like a primary school student, who had just picked up the paintings of the brush and drew, she felt blushing, and she no longer dared to say that she was painting, nor did she have the confidence to paint. However, his heart was full of envy and praise for Yusan. For Yusan, there is an added good feeling.
All Ya'er left was to read and write.
At this moment, at the door of the unit, suddenly a postman came, dressed in green clothes, carrying a green satchel, shouting at the unit, Yusan, Yusan, your manuscript fee.
Shouted for a long time, no one responded. Ya'er heard it, and the other colleagues in the unit, some of them heard, those colleagues, went to knock on Yusan's door and told him that the postman had come and asked him to collect the manuscript fee. Yusan then went to the door and signed the manuscript fee list. On Yusan's face, there was a smile that could not be concealed, and people were also very excited, but there was no trace of pride, pride, but appeared calm.
Ya'er thought that Yusan's articles were all published. And I'm still thinking about reading, writing, and dreaming!
This made Ya'er feel that in the face of Yusan, she had inferiority. The confidence to read and write is gone.
Ya'er thought, Yusan seems to be deliberately opposing me, what I love, yearn for, pursue, she also loves, pursues, yearns. Moreover, he had done better than she had, he had already achieved something, and she was like a toddler.
Ya'er wondered if Yusan was a god-like figure who could foresee that she would come to the village, love these things, pursue these things, and he was replacing her and doing everything she was pursuing.
Ya'er thought, I don't know if Yusan's heart is the same as hers, there is such a beautiful yearning, yearning for truth, goodness and beauty, yearning for holiness, elegance, purity.
Ya'er felt that Yusan was a mystery to her. Tempting her to read him, he didn't have to pursue the hobbies she had sought, he just had to solve the mystery of Yusan in her heart.
Thinking like this, Ya'er put down her hobby of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and also put down the dream of reading and writing, only keeping the dream of purity in her heart, the yearning for the future of truth, goodness and beauty, and she had a good feeling for Yusan, wanted to get close to Yusan and read Yusan.
And Zhou Mou, it provided convenience and conditions for Ya'er to approach Yusan.
Yusan is not a person in this village, and his family work unit is far away from this village, and he can't go back on weekends. Ya'er returned to the city on the weekend, it was not convenient, she needed to go to the town, only to have a car to go to the city, most weekends, can not go back. Colleagues in the work unit, up to the leader, down to the general understanding, basically are near the work unit of the village, a weekend, some ride a motorcycle, some take a ride, some family to pick up, all go back. The huge unit was immediately empty, leaving only Yusan and Ya'er.
When Yusan was at work, when the weekend came, he did not take the initiative to approach Ya'er. In Ya'er's heart, when she learned of Yusan's talent, she had envy, praise, and good feelings for Yusan. From others, consciously or unconsciously, I know that Yusan has been in love before, but he has not succeeded, and now he is still a person, living a life, no one who loves, no one likes him, a person, waiting for the field of inner emotions.
Ya'er has a good feeling for Yusan, envies Yusan, praises Yusan, and wants to get close to Yusan, but the girl's instinctive shyness makes her not take the initiative to find Yusan, and Yusan keeps a distance like her.
When the weekend came, Yusan was in the house, playing the flute, whispering and melodiously, as if he was using the flute to pour out his heart. Ya'er was touched by the sound of the flute, infected, and moved. In his heart, he thought that Yu Sanxu was using piano and chess to paint, read, write, and pin his inner dreams to soothe his heart and pin his inner emotions.
I don't know if I was attracted by Yusan's flute sound, or seduced by Yusan's enigmatic feeling, Ya'er actually arrived at Yusan's door, Yusan's song was blown, Ya'er couldn't help but sigh, how beautiful! How nice!
Yusan came out and smiled and said, "Huh?"
From her intoxication, Ya'er woke up, looked at Yusan, a little embarrassed, and said, yes! The sound of your flute can bring people into a very beautiful mood.
Yusan said, you also like to play the flute?
Ya'er said, you like it, I like it. It's just that, in the face of your pursuit of those arts, which has reached a superb level, I feel ashamed like a schoolboy.
Yusan said that you had won the prize, but you just liked it a little earlier than you. If you want to, I'll teach you when you're free in the future.
Ya'er said, good, good! His eyes widened and he looked at Yusan like a child. Yusan Chong Ya'er smiled, also like a big child.
Ya'er said, then in order to thank you as a future master, my reward is to cook for you and wash your clothes.
Yusan said, that's exactly what I want, I'm afraid to cook and wash clothes!
Ya'er, in her shyness and excitement, made food for Yusan, took Yusan's dirty clothes, and washed Yusan.
The next day, Ya'er made breakfast, and after eating, Yusan said to Ya'er, go, bring a flute, draw clips, and go to the mountains to play.
Although Ya'er was a little shy, she felt poetic and romantic when she heard Yusan arrange it this way, and she did not refuse, but smiled and agreed.
He took the flute, the painting clip, and Yusan together, and walked out of the empty courtyard of the work unit.
Out of the unit gate, through the field, across the chain bridge, is the foot of the mountain, potholed dirt road.
Going up, there is the village, and going down, there is no man's land.
Yusan and Ya'er followed the potholed road at the foot of the mountain and walked down.
The sky above my head was blue and high, the sun was warm, so serene. The crops in the field, almost ripe, exude a mature breath, and the air is filled with a poetic feeling.
At this moment, Ya'er forgot the city, and also forgot the cottage in the city, and felt that this rural village was so beautiful and poetic.
Not far away, the potholed dirt road will go around the ditch. Not far from the ditch, the road forked, leading to the ditch and from the hillside to the beams.
Yusan and Ya'er did not enter the ditch, and followed another road to the mountain beam.
After a few turns, we reached the mountain beam. Standing on the mountain beams, the village, the unit of work, is under the eyes. The black-tiled houses in the village are particularly quaint and vague, with the sound of chickens and dogs, which adds a pastoral atmosphere to the village. The small courtyard of the work unit, in the silence of the open space, also looks elegant. On the potholed dirt road, from time to time, cars pass by, rolling up a puff of dust. The voice of the villagers, inaudible, echoed in the mountains. The fields lie quietly, and the river water surrounds the fields and flows silently. The colors of the mountains darkened, and they stood quietly under the sky, embracing the village.
Yusan and Ya'er, on the mountain beam, found a place to sit. Yusan let Ya'er blow, Ya'er was embarrassed to blow, and said to Yusan, In the face of you, do I mean to play the flute? You blow.
Yusan picked up the flute, and the flute sounded so gracefully that it floated melodiously on the mountain beam. Ya'er listened to the flute, looked at the blue sky above her head, felt the warmth and serenity of the sun, and looked at the villages in the mountains, a dreamlike feeling came to her heart. I felt the soul, from the body, begin to fly, flying into the dream.
Yusan played the flute for a long time, and Ya'er has been intoxicated by the sound of the flute, and in that artistic conception, she has forgotten the world, as if in a dream.
Yusan finished blowing the flute, and then, picking up the painting clip, began to draw.
Yusan painted the village at his feet, working units. I also painted the mountains facing me, and I also painted the blue sky above my head. The artistic conception of the painting, so lofty, like his flute sound, brought Ya'er into the dream, into the beautiful artistic conception.
On the mountain beams, I stayed for a long time, a long time. Until feeling miserable and the sun set on the mountain to the west, Yusan and Ya'er came down from the mountain beam and returned to the work unit, Ya'er was excited, in a dream-like mood, made a meal, and Yusan cooked and ate together.
In Ya'er's heart, she felt that the hut was warmer than the hut in the city. Yusan is in Ya'er's heart, like a mysterious village, and Yusan seems to exist for her, loving her hobbies and pursuing her pursuits. Ya'er's heart was so loaded with Yusan, and she felt that Yusan was so beautiful.
After some more days, Yusan and Ya'er, taking the work unit again, crossed the chain bridge, followed the potholed dirt road, went down, entered the ditch, did not go up to the mountain beam, but followed the potholed dirt road, and went to the ditch.
The mouth of the ditch is narrow, the mountains on both sides, the tall, potholed dirt road, against the mountain, the stream is outside the road, ding-dong flowing.
Gradually, as they moved into the ditch, the mountain receded on both sides and opened up. On the side of the road, there are fields, and the crops in the fields are gradually ripening. There are also people's homes, all of which are black tile houses with earthen walls. There is a yard in front of the house, and next to the house and the yard, there are fruit trees. Some of the fruit trees on the fruit trees are ripe and have already been eaten, with only one tree leaf. On some fruit trees, there are also fruits. There are chickens barking and dogs barking wildly. The villagers, speaking vaguely.
The sky above my head, blue, clouds faint. The color of the mountain gradually deepened. The sun is clear and warm. In the air, there is the smell of maturity. In the ditch, in peace, it gives people an idyllic feeling.
Yusan and Ya'er walked in the ditch for a long time. Returning from the ditch, Yusan wrote an article, and Ya'er read it, and in the article, he wrote out his inner feelings and had a deep resonance. Suddenly, it seemed that Yusan existed as his dream, chasing her dream instead. Her hobbies, pursuits, Yusan instead of her pursuit, her inner feelings, Yusan in her expression. In Ya'er's heart, there was praise and admiration for Yusan, and at the same time, in that warm feeling, there was also a feeling that Ya'er could not say.
Finally, one day, between Ya'er and Yusan, the spark of emotion was instantly ignited.
It was a weekend, and the other colleagues in the unit were all gone, and the courtyard was empty.
The season has gradually deepened, the mountains have quickly withered and yellowed after being gorgeous, the wind is blowing, and the leaves are flying in the air like butterflies. The crops in the field have been harvested, and then the straw of the crops has fallen. The water in the river has become thinner, and the river beach is full of stones with white flowers.
However, on weekends, the weather is sunny, the sky is blue, blue, and the sun is exceptionally warm. Ya'er made a meal, after eating, Yusan and Ya'er, out of the courtyard, together to go for a walk in the mountains, after returning, Ya'er made a meal and ate, twilight came. The weather became cold, and Yusan gave birth to a stove, and the fire of the stove burned very vigorously, and the stove was raw, with water, and the house was warm.
The wind outside, the howling of the wind, the sound of the dead leaves blowing, the empty courtyard, some fear.
Ya'er and Yusan sat by the stove, outside, except for the sound of the wind, it was dead silence, in the hut, so it seemed particularly warm and quiet.
Yusan didn't play the flute, probably afraid to break the silence of the cold night. There was no painting, no picturesque scenery in this dark night. Yusan found a book and sat with Ya'er by the stove to read. Yusan looked very engaged. Ya'er also looked for a book to read, but she didn't know how, her eyes were fixed on the book, but she couldn't read the contents of the book. Later, he simply put it down and sat quietly by the stove, accompanying Yusan to read a book.
For a long time, a long time, Yusan's book was over, and Ya'er asked Yusan to tell her. Yusan told Ya'er that what was written in the book was a love story, although it had gone through hardships, but the result was perfect, it was a poignant and sweet love story.
Listening, Ya'er was drunk, her eyes were wide open, her face was innocent, and in her mind, a beautiful imagination unfolded.
At this moment, Ya'er's gaze and Yusan's gaze met, just like dry wood met the fire, it was instantly ignited, Ya'er became excited, Yusan was also excited, pulled Ya'er's hand, and Ya'er obediently fell into Yusan's arms. Yusan pulled out the lamp with his hand, kissed and stroked Ya'er.
Ya'er's mind is full of beautiful imagination, let Yusan treat her like that, Yusan in her heart, is a mystery, Yusan loves all her hobbies, pursues all her pursuits, Yusan seems to be her soul, carrying her dreams, her yearning.
After a bout of pain, Ya'er fused her body and soul with Yusan. In the happiness after the pain, Ya'er felt happy that she was Yusan, Yusan was her, they had fused into one, chasing the same dream in their hearts, entering the heart, yearning for life.
The wind outside, the howling of the wind, the sound of the leaves fluttering, in the hut, in the darkness, so quiet and warm. The fire of the stove shone with a warm shimmer, and the light was so peaceful and happy, Ya'er felt that she and Yusan were flying towards the dream, to the life they longed for.
After this night, Ya'er and Yusan's emotions, like a raging fire, became blazing. In this fiery feeling, Let Ya'er forget the city, but also forget the city, her warm cottage, and even her parents. Ya'er felt that her life at this time, with the small courtyard where she worked, the hut in the small courtyard, and the Yusan who loved each other, was the whole world, the happy life she dreamed of.
Ya'er and Yusan, from love to marriage, are also so smooth.
At the end of the year, during the holidays, Ya'er returned to the city, returned home, met her parents, and told her and Yusan's love to her father and mother.
In the family, the mother is virtuous, kind, and listens to the father in everything. The father's family smiled and said to Ya'er, what we think is that you go to the rural village, work first, and then in the city, find you a family with a family, and then let them find a way to transfer you back to the city to work, this is good, you fell in the countryside and fell in love with people, I and your mother are ordinary cultural workers, no power, no power, the object you are looking for, there is no power, no power, it is difficult to go back to the city, for a while and a half, it is impossible to come back. It can only be until the future, you have accumulated, interpersonal relationships, and find a way to come back.
Ya'er said, what is good about working in the city, and what is great about working in the city. Working in the country, just as good.
Father said, Since you think so, we will not say anything. We are not involved in the affairs of your personal feelings, as long as you feel good and happy. We don't talk about the bride price, we don't do it, you talk about it, you just go on a trip and get married. In the future, when you are well, when you are free, you can come back and see us.
Ya'er said, Dad, you are really my good father. We will definitely come back to see you often in the future.
Ya'er said to her father Yusan, saying that Yusan was proficient in all kinds of paintings and calligraphy, read a lot of books, wrote good articles, and was really a talent. It's a god-like man. It was the idol she worshipped in her heart. It is also said that living a lifetime with such a person is called happiness and romance.
Ya'er told her father that this person was the person who helped move things on the day she went to the unit.
The father's family smiled and didn't say anything, just said, you say yes, just fine, you can be happy in the future.
After the New Year, the spring began, and on the weekend, Yusan followed Ya'er to Ya'er's house and met Ya'er's parents.
The city is lively, bustling and wonderful. Ya'er's home is also decorated beautifully and luxuriously. Ya'er's cottage is also beautiful, warm, and full of bookish atmosphere. Ya'er's parents are from the city, very polite people. However, for all this, Yusan remained unassuming, a kind of transcendent pride, and when he saw Ya'er's parents, in addition to maintaining enthusiasm and politeness, he did not appear to be inferior at all.
Ya'er's parents, said to Yusan that they didn't like it, nor did they say what they didn't like, they said what Ya'er should say, now they feel that their daughter is older, emotional things, she is in charge, as long as she likes, they also like it.
From Ya'er's mouth, they already knew that Yu Sanqin was proficient in calligraphy and painting, liked to read and write, all of which her daughter liked. Although they don't like Ituya's pride in the face of Yusan,but knowing that Uzo has these hobbies and pursuits, I feel that this is probably the so-called literati's integrity! I don't mind this, but I like him in my heart.
Yusan also introduced them to his family, his father died early, his mother lived with his brothers, his sisters were married, he was now alone, working outside of his hometown, he did not worry about the family, and the family did not have to worry about him. After hearing this, Ya'er's parents were more relieved to know that Yusan was a person in the village, no matter how arrogant he was, in his heart, there was also the simplicity, kindness and kindness of the villagers. I also feel that although Yusan is a person in the village, in the village, he gradually has no root system, just like a migratory bird, migrating with work, first slowly working in the countryside, tempering himself, and then having a chance, together with his daughter, he can be transferred back to the city, work in the city, and become a city person. At first, they did not work in the countryside, and finally stayed up in the city.
Thinking like this, Ya'er's parents were also released, and seeing that Ya'er liked and worshiped Yusan like that, she also liked Yusan in her heart.
Let Ya'er lead Yusan around the city. They came back and got good wine and good food to entertain Yusan.
At the banquet, Ya'er's parents showed their attitude towards Yusan and Ya'er, and they did not interfere with their love marriage, as long as they lived well and were happy. Marriage is also not much trouble, let them travel to get married. They feel right whenever they want to travel and get married.
Listening, Yusan felt sweet. After experiencing the twists and turns of feelings, finally ushered in the sunshine, and Ya'er sweetly fell in love, from love to marriage, it was also smooth.
Ya'er's heart, too sweet, thought, the future with Yusan together, with his piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, with him reading, writing, loving her hobbies, pursuing her pursuit, dreaming of her dreams, there is a resonance in the heart, the future days, in one piece, must be romantic, and happy.
Spring has come, the grass has burrowed out of the ground, the river has become lively, the wild willows by the river have grown tender buds, and in the mountains, peach blossoms bloom everywhere. The mountains turned green and the sun became warmer. The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers, and it is a season full of life and hope.
Ya'er and Yuzo return to the village unit and start their work again.
The village is still the same, the unit is still the same, the colleagues are still the same, they are still doing the previous work, the work is monotonous, mechanical, Ya'er and Yusan, they are very relaxed and smooth work, the work is free time, they are intimate and hot together.
The colleagues in the unit already know that they are in love, and they say words of congratulations one after another, and do not disturb their hot and sweet love life.
Ya'er and Yusan are in a fiery love, feeling the sweetness and romance of love, and also dreaming of the future, coming together, continuing sweet, romantic love, dreaming of a sweet and happy marriage.
Ya'er and Yusan, along with the spring, romantically and hotly in love. When the season came to the hottest time, their emotions also became hot, Ya'er greeted her parents, Yusan's own decision, and Ya'er went through the formalities and traveled to get married.
In the days of falling in love, Yusan gradually became a mysterious existence, a god-like existence in Ya'er's heart. What she loves, what she pursues, Yusan loves and pursues, and Ya'er is willing to give Yusan a foil, cook for him, wash clothes, and let him pursue her dreams instead of her. At the moment when she gave her body to Yusan, Ya'er felt that she had given her soul to Yusan as well, and felt like a person with Yusan.
The days of travel are also very happy. Yusan and Ya'er went to the city, in the city, to visit the scenic spots and monuments, to the bustling and lively places. Also go to those alleys and eat a variety of snacks. Also went to the mall and bought all kinds of things. Ya'er bought new clothes and cosmetics. Yusan also bought new clothes. However, what made Yusan most happy was that he bought a lot of books, as well as paper, pen, and ink. These things made Yusan feel happier than the new clothes.
Returning from the city, Ya'er and Yusan invited the leaders of the unit and colleagues to eat, and at the table, gave them a toast and announced their marriage, and they all congratulated and said words of blessing.
Yusan and Ya'er went to Ya'er's house in the city, bought something for Ya'er's parents, and told them about their formalities and travel to get married. Ya'er's father and mother were very happy, saying that as long as Ya'er was happy, they would be happy.
Later, Yusan also took Ya'er back to his hometown, met his mother, and some relatives, they looked at Ya'er's elegant, beautiful, and civilized appearance, they were very happy, and congratulated one after another. He said to Yusan that if you find such a good daughter-in-law, you should cherish it and be good to others.
After returning to the unit, Ya'er and Yusan gradually returned from excitement and excitement to calm work and life, accompanied by the dead silence of the village, and continued to do their daily work and live every day.
Outside of work, Yusan lives every day, or plays the flute, or draws, and practices words. My favorite thing is to read and write. Yusan reveled in these things, never asking or doing housework. Ya'er knows that Yusan is pursuing his dreams, and for his own sake, he is also happy to find Yusan happy. As long as Yusan chased after hope, she seemed to have walked into a dream. Ya'er was also willing to do all kinds of housework, clean up the house, cook, wash clothes, and clean the house. In the hut, there are only one pieces to clean up, and the small days are like a look. In his free time at work, at the end of the day's work, Uzo returns to the hut and always has hot water to drink and fragrant rice to eat. The clothes are dirty, and there are also clean clothes to wear, which emit a faint smell of laundry. The quilt on the bed, also washed clean, smelled of washing powder and the sun. In the night, Ya'er gave this soft whisper, and tenderness, making Yusan flutter in the happy paradise.
The days, in the dead silence of the village, lived in plainness, calmness, and full of sweetness and happiness.
Perhaps, when in love, in love and excitement, the eyes of people are covered up, and the shortcomings of the other party cannot be seen. Or perhaps, what Yusan likes and pursues is what Ya'er likes and pursues, and Yusan is a mystery in Ya'er's heart, which is God, making Ya'er envy and worship, and ignoring the shortcomings of Yusan, and is willing to do everything for Yusan. When he and Yusan entered into marriage, walked into a plain, peaceful life, and their fiery hearts gradually calmed down, Ya'er found that there were many problems with Yusan.
Yusan is not just lazy. Except for work, he didn't do any housework, he did what he liked, playing the flute, drawing, practicing words, and then, just going crazy reading and writing. Yusan said to Ya'er that playing the flute, painting, practicing words is to adjust his mood, reading and writing are his pursuits, and he wants to be a writer.
In the face of Yusan's ambitions, chasing her inner heart, chasing dreams, Ya'er is also willing to do all the housework, letting Yusan pursue the same dream in their hearts.
However, Yusan has many problems. When he was reading and writing, he could not come close and disturb him, otherwise he would roar like a leopard and curse people with his head covered. Even if you are kind enough to send him water money, you can't bring food. When Yusan was reading and writing, it was the time when he was happiest and forgetful, and it was the time when Ya'er was most lonely and unbearable. After being scolded a few times, yelled at several times, when he was reading and writing, he did not dare to disturb him again. Even if it's to bring water and serve food.
When he could write something, it was the happiest time for Yusan, and the sky seemed to be sunny, sprinkled with sunshine, laughing and singing, and the flute was so gentle and melodious. When they can't write it, they have a somber face, and people are like falling out of marriage, they can't find themselves, and their souls don't keep their homes. The sky seemed overcast and covered with dark clouds. Sometimes, I drink wine to relieve my sorrows, and I often get drunk. When you are drunk, you will appear foreign, become a joke, and sometimes, the words you say, without being understood, will contradict people. Finally, I asked Ya'er to help her and break the siege and go back.
Yusan doesn't take a bath, doesn't like to wash his feet, and smells of sweat on his body. Ya'er told him to let him take a bath, and he scolded him, so angry that Ya'er cried for half a day.
Yusan does not trim the edges, his head has not been washed for a long time, his clothes are casually worn, there are farts, in the hut, ding-dong ding-dong put.
Yusan was silent, and would not say a word. Once you meet a person who speaks, the words are as much as farts, and, together with the people in the village, the words spoken are so rough and even vulgar. Ya'er said to him, she scolded Ya'er, you know a fart. All talking like that, fake Sven, what does it mean!
These problems in front of her, Ya'er can endure. After all, he is already his husband, he has problems, he also has advantages, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and such a big dream, to become a writer. He chased her dreams, her dreams, he was God in her heart, it was a mystery, she was willing to be wronged, to bear her faults, to let him chase his dreams peacefully.
However, the biggest problem with Yusan's body is that he does not bend the leader, and in the unit, he does not please anyone. If you have something in your heart, don't shy away from it, just say it. Encounter some unaccustomed things, and people, that is, say, or scold.
Ya'er persuaded him, Yusan said, manly, stand up to the heavens and the earth, the husband, will dare to say dare to do, my heart and eyes, are clean and can not tolerate sand, met people and things that can not be seen, and do not let me say. I have my ambition, and the principle of dealing with the world, which is absolutely incompatible.
Ya'er saw what he said, and it was not easy to say anything more. I just wondered in my heart whether a person like Yusan could gain a foothold in the unit and society, and I was afraid that I would suffer losses in the future.
Nevertheless, in the face of Yusan's pursuit, Yusan's hobbies, in the face of Yusan's character, and inner integrity, ya'er likes and does not regret loving him. He didn't say anything anymore, but clinging to Yusan tightly and snuggling up to Yusan. I thought in my heart, since fate has tied us together, since the pursuit of hobbies in our hearts is the same, yearning for beauty, then, there is sunshine, bathing together, there is wind and rain, and sharing together.
After some more days, Ya'er recalled the past and recalled her past, and suddenly found that after falling in love with Yusan and marrying Yusan, she was invisibly, gradually, assimilated by Yusan. It was Yusan's talent that conquered her. It is Yusan who pursues her dreams instead of her, and willingly accompanies Yusan, conniving with Yusan, and if she can't change Yusan, she can only change herself. Ya'er found that in the face of Yusan, she had learned to go against the grain. In the face of Yusan, she becomes sloppy, sometimes not bathing, not washing her feet. In the face of Yusan, she also seems to like to talk loudly, say rude words, and vulgar words. In the face of Yusan, she also becomes unsophisticated to clean herself up and get dressed casually. Gradually, unlike a city person, a family of urban intellectuals, people with dreams in their hearts, gentle and shy. The only thing that has not changed is the same pursuit and hobby as Yusan in his heart. The desire for truth, goodness and beauty, the yearning for the pure life of the future.
Ya'er felt that Yusan's change to her was only out of helplessness in the persistent pursuit of dreams, Yusan's heart was straight and pure, and there was no idea of hurting her, but in her heart, there was a resonance, a common yearning, and rushed to the future. Whatever happens to her, the heart is all in one piece.
Ya'er felt that after she and Yusan married and entered the family, he and Yusan gradually became like a person, really wanting to change them, assimilating them, maybe hurting them, destroying their lives at this time, pursuing the dream, is the leader in the unit, is the unit, those colleagues.
In the unit, there are several female colleagues, after Ya'er and Yusan got married, treated Ya'er warmly than before, met Ya'er, took the initiative to say hello, and in free time, they called Ya'er to sit together. Sitting together, they beat the sweater in their hands and told Ya'er about their men and children. Then, he asked Ya'er if he wanted a child. Then, I told Ya'er about pregnancy, some things when giving birth, and the pain was indispensable.
They also told Ya'er something about the short, chai rice oil and salt. He also said some secular sayings, who is an official, who has money.
They also said to Ya'er that the accent of what Ya'er said was different from theirs, and let Ya'er say the same thing as them.
They also want Ya'er to be free, not to stay in the house, like them, buy wool, play sweaters, sit together and chat, so lively.
Ya'er didn't know how to answer their words, but there was a feeling of being spied on to their privacy, and she felt very shy, and could only smile and say nothing.
However, since then, they have been extra enthusiastic about Ya'er, and in their free time at work, they either shouted ya'er to come to them, sat and chatted, or came to Ya'er's house, looked east and west, and said that Ya'er had cleaned up the house beautifully. Say that Ya'er is capable and virtuous, and takes good care of Yusan. He also taught Ya'er not to be so good to Yusan, that would spoil Yusan, and in the future, at home, doing nothing, is macho. When washing clothes, ask Yuzo for help. When cooking, ask Yusan to get his hands on it.
Ya'er felt that what they said, their actions, were very strange. It's just that it's not easy to say anything, drive them away, you can only smile, don't say anything, accompany them.
It was not easy, they left, Ya'er had a sense of ease, returning to her own life, her own space.
Since then, in the unit, those older female colleagues, like farts, have stuck to Ya'er, they peep into Ya'er's privacy, saying some worldly and vulgar words, which makes Ya'er's heart very annoying and disgusted, but she can't say it, so she has to laugh. Ya'er complained about herself, she shouldn't have been enthusiastic about them in the beginning, which led to such a situation, if one was just like when she first came, and Yusan was in love with them, reveling in their happiness, chasing dreams, in addition to work, ignoring them, not enthusiastic about them, it would not be so.
On Yusan's side, a few female colleagues did not say anything about him except that he was lazy and macho. However, the leaders of the unit, and those male colleagues, often talk about Yusan.
Say Yusan, find a daughter-in-law, stay in the house for a day, guard the daughter-in-law, not with everyone, do not worry about work, how can this work.
There were also some colleagues in the unit who said bad things about Yusan and Ya'er behind their backs, saying that they also had some work and how they didn't do good things. Yusan, the leader of the unit, at the meeting, there was more criticism of Yusan, and sometimes, he also carried Ya'er. It is said that Yusan has a daughter-in-law and does not worry about work. It is necessary for Yusan to do a good job. To Yusan's free time, or as before, more with colleagues, even if it is drinking, playing cards, laughing, can not be so stuffy at home, guarding the daughter-in-law, affecting work, but also alienating colleagues.
Only Ya'er knew that Yusan stayed at home, not guarding her, and working as before, and did not affect anything. In his free time, Yusan is in the room, reading and writing vigorously. When you are tired, you will play the flute, draw and draw, practice words, and revel in the pursuit of the heart and yearn for it.
Ya'er even felt that there was nothing wrong with Yusan's hobbies, pursuits, and lifestyles, nor did it affect others, but waited for her inner home. It is not good to get together with those colleagues in the unit, to be spied on for privacy, and to say some vulgar and worldly words. It makes people seem boring and clueless.
In her heart, Ya'er began to reject those enthusiastic female colleagues. Yusan let the unit leader, how colleagues say, in addition to work, he became different from before, always like to stay in the cabin, read, write, especially cherish time.
Therefore, in the unit, those female colleagues, in the face of Ya'er's estrangement, also began to be indifferent to Ya'er. Those male colleagues are also talking about Yusan and Ya'er, and the words they say are somewhat vulgar and some vulgar. They turned their backs on them and said bad things about them in front of the leaders of the unit, so whenever there was a meeting, the leaders of the unit always used their work as an excuse to criticize Yusan and also said Ya'er.
I don't know why, Ya'er at this time, in addition to Yusan, still with praise, admiration, and still feel so warm to the cottage, there is no longer a feeling of the unit where this work, the village, has ever been. I feel that the village is so dead and silent, the unit is so empty, the unit, the colleagues who work, are so hateful. It is as if you are in hell, or in an alien, and if you are not assimilated by them, you will be excluded by them. This made Ya'er feel depressed and desperate.
Ya'er said these words to Yusan, and Yusan smiled and said, you know! Still, I'm used to ignoring them. Just wait for your heart, know what you are pursuing, and why you are alive. Whatever they say or do, they are not assimilated by them and are not afraid of their rejection.
Ya'er said, it's just that I feel too depressed and desperate. Let's find a way to go back to town and work!
Yusan said, I don't have that much ability. But if you have a way to get us back into town, it's even better. However, according to my feelings, everywhere is the same, some places, some units, people are not integrated, no one is entangled with things, and on the surface, they are all lively and harmonious. And once integrated, it is the same, there is a personnel entanglement, there is also the possibility of being assimilated, or being excluded. The only thing that can be done, no matter where it is, can keep the inner dream, keep the purity of the heart, and chase your own dream, just do it. Others, no matter what kind of strife outside the heart, keep the inner still, not be assimilated, not afraid of rejection. In this world, true purity is only within oneself.
Ya'er listened, seemed to understand, and more and more revered Yusan, snuggled up to Yusan tightly. I feel snuggled up to Yusan, no matter where it is, how complicated, how ugly, how dirty, but in the heart, because there are pursuits, dreams, and yearnings, it is incomparably pure and beautiful.
Ya'er suddenly remembered the dream she had had in the cottage at home in the city before work, that morning.
Yusan listened and smiled. Say, perhaps, that's the destiny of your destiny. I was the dirty-looking, ugly middle-aged man. I possess your body, but I do not distinguish your heart, but maintain the same pursuit, dream, as you. In real life, people not only want to possess people's bodies, but also want to possess people's souls.
Ya'er felt that Yusan was right, compared to Yusan, and the dirty middle-aged man in the dream, it seemed that they could not be hated, but there was something cute, at least the heart was kind, and did not encroach on the soul of Don't Let go. And the colleagues in the unit, and the people in society, the feelings of the human soul and the assimilation of the person are more frightening and hateful than the possession of the human body.
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