#Headline Creation Challenge#
Years ago, I loved to go to newsagents and buy magazines. I forgot which magazine I saw such a story.
I casually flipped through the magazine and saw one—
Liang Xiaosheng "There Was Such a Woman", the story is like this:
An innocent country girl fell in love with the young student of the county troupe, she was sixteen years old, and he was twenty-six or seven. She is a peasant girl and he is a singing actor. He looks like a jade tree and sings well. At a glance for ten thousand years, she was hopelessly in love with him, and he didn't know it.
In order to watch his play, she can brave the cold and climb over the mountains. She must have rejoiced in her heart, just to see him and listen to him sing. She stole his drama boots, and she vowed not to marry him when she was 16.
Her father tied her hands and feet, locked her up, and she still managed to sneak a look.
A year later, the special era began, he was shocked, and she desperately tried to save him. He was placed under quarantine review. In order to save her beloved, she sacrificed a girl's most precious thing, and he did not know this.
Her fate became tragic, and in that closed, conservative mountain village, she brought a shame to her family, and her fate was destined to be tragic. Her parents hastily married her to a fool from a province hundreds of kilometers away, she lived a life of poverty, and later, she gave birth to two stupid sons.
Ten years later, he resumed his work and became the head of the county troupe. When he went to the countryside to perform, the villagers told him what had happened to her, and he was shocked that he was already engaged, so he broke the contract and decided to visit her
, take her away and give her happiness for the rest of her life.
After a lot of twists and turns and searching for villages in other provinces, he finally knew where she was.
The jeep was bumpy on the rough road for a long time, and finally it was almost to her village, and she avoided it, and he only saw three fools in the ruined house. The only conspicuous thing is that on the earthen wall hangs a poster of his autograph of the year, which is precipitously covered with cellophane.
He left in a daze, and halfway through the road his car sank in a puddle when a peasant woman came down from the hill carrying firewood. He asked her for help. The emaciated and thin peasant woman silently used her own wood to pad his wheels, and the peasant woman was the girl who loved him. Of course, he never imagined or recognized her, and she knew that it was the person she loved without complaint, but she didn't say a word.
Watching his wheels run over her firewood and turn it out of the puddle, she just picked up the muddy and watery wood again and carried it again. He felt overwhelmed and gave her 100 yuan as a reward, but she didn't accept it. She silently bowed to him, carried a bundle of firewood, bent down under her waist, and staggered away step by step...
Later, someone told him that the old woman carrying the wood was her, and he cried loudly.
When the local women's federation heard about it, she decided to fulfill them and go through the divorce procedures for her and her stupid husband. She said she couldn't leave them alone, she couldn't marry him, that would drag him down.
He said he was willing to take care of her for the rest of her life and take care of her son. She didn't agree.
He decided to give her a sum of money, she didn't want it.
That woman has tasted the hardships of life for love, she is unfortunate, but in her own opinion, it may not be so, maybe she is happy, because she loved. "I don't know what to do, and I go deep."
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Soon after, he contracted cancer, and his last words were:
He hopes that he will be buried on the hillside opposite her house after his death, and that the unit will make an exception to keep his pension and transfer it to her name...
I remember there was also a 16-year-old girl, the girl in Eileen Chang's essay "Love".
The original text of Eileen Chang's "Love" is as follows:
It's true.
There was a girl from a well-off family in a village, born beautiful, and many people came to be matchmakers, but none of them succeeded. She was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and it was a spring evening, and she stood at the back door, holding a peach tree in her hand. She remembered that she was wearing a moon-white shirt. The young man at the opposite door had met her, but had never said hello, and he came over. Not far away, he stood still and said softly: "Oh, are you here too?" She didn't say anything, and he didn't say anything more, stood for a moment, and walked away.
That's it.
Later, this woman was sold by relatives to other counties to be a concubine, and was resold several times, after countless thrilling storms, when she was old, she still remembered the old thing, and often talked about the young man on that spring evening, under the peach tree at the back door.
Meet the people you meet among thousands of people, in the endless wilderness of time, not one step earlier, not one step later, just caught up, then there is nothing else to say, only to gently ask: "Oh, are you here too?" ”
These two stories are both true and embarrassing to read.
Liu Ruoying's "So You Are Here Too" sings:
Love is a superstition in the right place and time
oh
Turns out you're here too
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