The car was driving smoothly on the asphalt road, and after attending an old man's memorial service, my girlfriend was taking me to my mother's house in the country. Looking at the scenery that kept flashing outside the car, my thoughts also returned to the past.
Hui and I are both girls who grew up on the shores of Dongting Lake, and our fathers both taught in a middle school, and they were both gentlemen who paid attention to loyalty and heirlooms.
Hui loves singing the most, and she is the "lark" in our class. Her singing voice is ethereal and healing like the magic of chanting.
At that time, we would whisper together on the side of the playground and by the ping-pong table. She would tell me she had heard a new song from the campus radio station again. I clearly remember a song "You're Like a Fire in That Winter" that made many students obsessed, and when Hui sang this song, she would sing the places with portamento and rest symbols very charming.
My interest is to write some small articles, we participate in the activities of the literary club, a senior took us to join the "Ugly Duckling" literary club, we in our spare time, doodle some of the impressions of the flower season, sometimes let ourselves touch the scene, cry and laugh.
In the era of material scarcity, our campus life was very hard. Spiritual joy can not fill our stomachs, we still have to take out the strength to eat milk, go to the school canteen and squeeze in front of the window to queue up to eat. At that time, the school cafeteria window was overcrowded. So many people are crowded together, as long as you are not careful, you will be squeezed out of the queue.
The feeling of no oil and water in the stomach made Hui's mother come to school to see her very eagerly, Hui's mother would bring a bag of oil dumplings from the town almost every time, and our classmates in the dormitory ate the oil dumplings, just like the New Year.
We will also have some "poor and happy", remembering that our school will send a red list to the homes of those students who are at the top after the midterm exams. When I was a freshman in high school, I had one such honor. My mother later told me that she had been carrying a load of rice from the village commissary and had walked a long way and felt her shoulders hurt. Because the owner of the commissary called her, where she received a red list, her mother suddenly felt relaxed. This incident is the slightly proud memory of her mother talking to her many years later.
At that time, communication was far less convenient than it is now, and Hui and I would go to the communication room at the entrance of the school to wait for letters after the second class. If you receive a letter that day, you will be happy all day.
I remember my aunt was in high school in the city, and she was a year older than me. Once I received a letter from my aunt saying that their school would set off fireworks on the playground on the night of National Day, inviting me to see the fireworks display. I invited Hui to go with me, and there was no extra money to ride at that time. In order to go to the fireworks show, the two of us played a dish, saved up the rest of the living expenses, and drove to my aunt's school to watch the fireworks. That day, the whole night was colorful, and this memory has always been cherished by us.
Memories are always so fascinating, and when the car is parked in front of the house in the country, I come back to my senses.
My mother couldn't stand up straight, so she came up to me to help me carry my things.
Hui hurriedly got out of the driving position, pushed me, said how he was still in a daze, and asked the old lady to pick up things.
"Mother Lao Tzu" smiled and squinted at my mother, who was so happy that she closed her mouth and pointed to the vegetable heads, cucumbers, and peppers in the vegetable garden and said to us, you should pack more fresh vegetables and go home.
Hui and I have a good relationship, and after graduation, I became a teacher. Usually busy with work, busy with family chores. As long as there are a few days without seeing each other, but they will all worry about each other, if someone dares to wake each other up during the nap, it must be this pair of girlfriends "living treasure".
Confused and a few words, I may be asleep again. She will definitely leave a few words of verbal scolding on me, and to me, these "scoldings" are very kind. We'll agree to go to the Cabaret K Song, she's the singer, I'm the listener. Even if there are only two or three people K songs, they will feel very charming.
In addition to singing, Hui also likes sports. She loves dancing and table tennis, has been exercising for a long time, and she maintains a good figure. And I, when shopping for clothes, will be shocked to see how terrible obesity is. Usually I always have a good appetite and don't exercise much, so that there has been no progress on the road to weight loss.
From the flower season to middle age, we also had quarrels and unhappiness. But who doesn't have some shortcomings?
We will always walk hand in hand, listening to Hui say warm words, there will always be a warm current in my heart.
Our support is a tacit understanding, no need to deliberately greet, do not need to use too many twists and turns. It is a babbling stream, and our boat of friendship is in the world, giving each other a haven of tranquility.
Some encounters are the fate of past lives. When you hold the umbrella, I am passing under the umbrella, and what you shield me from is not only the wind and rain of this world... (Photo: Wang Zhengying)