【My Love and Marriage (3)】
My relationship with my partner was talking about in the early '80s.
At that time, people were very traditional and very conservative. Especially like the people we live in the mountains. So, we were in love for months and never held hands.
Today's young people may not believe it and find it incredible. Because in the months of getting along, we usually go to work. Seeing each other on Sunday, it's hard to avoid people. At night it was in my brightly lit office, and there was no chance to hold hands.
In fact, it is mainly because of my mother, who often talks to me, since ancient times, how red and thin life. You see the neighbor's sister, who looks so beautiful and has a good family, but after two years of marriage, she rarely sees her cheerful smile. The mother-in-law always picked her thorns. It is not because I did not make a happy wine, I had a big belly, so that my mother-in-law's family was disgraced. You can have a snack eye in the future, and don't go out with boys at night. The boy himself should not go to his house when he is at home. So I haven't seen him in the dark yet that night.
We had our first hand contact and I still remember it vividly. I work as a teacher in school, preparing lessons in the office every night and grading assignments to students. One night I was grading homework and he was sitting at the table across from me reading a book.
Suddenly, there was a power outage, and after waiting for half a day, we had to lock the door and prepare to go back to sleep.
At this time, I suddenly remembered the few uncorrected homework, I can take it back to the dormitory and use a flashlight to approve it, so that it will not affect the timely distribution to students the next day. Thinking of this, I turned back to the office door and prepared to open the door to get my book.
But it was dark, and the key could not be inserted into the keyhole for half a day. He said, "I'll try it." "The hand also touched my hand at the same time.
For an instant, I felt only a current flowing through my body. I whizzed back with my hand, and the key almost fell to the ground. That strange feeling is still unforgettable.
One night, we were all immersed in our own reading and studying, and he suddenly said to himself, "Why haven't the electricity been blackout for the past few days?" We both immediately blushed and quickly buried our heads in the books to hide our embarrassment.
It's been almost 40 years, and it's still sweet to remember the moment when his big warm hand buckled into my gentle little hand.
Now society is very open, some men and women, not lovers are holding hands, very natural. It's normal for lovers to hold hands, but this electric feeling is not much.
Our physical contact was in one night.
After the "apple" and "mooncake" incidents, I threw my mother's advice out of the cloud nine. One day after dinner, he said, "It's nice, let's go out for a walk?" ”
At that time, the streets were dirt roads, very dirty, and I was afraid of running into acquaintances. We decided to walk around the train tracks. The regional train track for timber, which doesn't work at night, is safe, quiet and clean.
Along the platform for the loading of timber more than a meter high, we walked and chatted comfortably, and soon came to the end.
Below was the railway, and he was a big man of one meter and eighty-seven, with big legs, and he landed on the ground with an easy jump. I was small, and I didn't know what to do with my hands, he smiled and opened his arms, put his hands on my waist, and gently lifted me up to the rail like a child, and naturally pulled my hands up.
Since then, pressing the railway has become the first choice for us to fall in love.
One night, it was cold and there was a whizzing breeze, and I didn't want to go out. At that time, there were no mobile phones, and the average family could not afford a wired telephone. The only way we could contact was to make an appointment in person for the next time we met. Due to the busy work, I have made several appointments.
Every time I look at his back as I sadly leave, I feel bad in my heart. So despite the bad weather, I came out with him sympathetically.
We walked along the railroad to a large cornfield and stopped. He took off his coat and put it on the railroad tracks, and we sat shoulder to shoulder, listening to the corn and the wind whispering.
It was getting dark, and the wind-blown corn leaves were rattling, very maddening. I was a little scared: "It's going to rain, let's go back, shall we?" "It's so easy to meet, sit down for a while."
"Meow", a wild cat suddenly came out of the cornfield, I instinctively screamed, pounced in his arms, he hugged me tightly...
Thinking about it now, the timing was chosen as if he had premeditated it.
But I love it! My youth, my first love, was great!
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