Once, the three of us went to the countryside together.
The head of the household was a man, nearly forty years old. The earthen houses in the countryside do not have a sense of decadence, but the front and back of the house are not very tidy. Asked about his livelihood, the land kept his rations, but he still relied mainly on migrant workers to improve his living standards.
"What is the biggest difficulty right now? What is the wife doing? We asked.
"Don't have a wife yet?"
I joked with another colleague and said, "Look at our colleague." I turned to my female colleague and said: His biggest difficulty now is the lack of a wife,——
The three of us laughed together.
<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" >1 Love, like a shooting star</h1>
Although it is a joke, in the countryside, if you are not careful, love will be like a shooting star, which is normal to no longer normal.
The life of the eldest brother is the best footnote to this sentence.
When he was young, he missed a girl who liked him; he lost his arm to a girl who was a worldly friend; and then, he missed a girl with whom he could marry. His love, before he was thirty years old, like three shooting stars, crossed his youth and disappeared in his years, and even the memories were blurred.
Rural girls, if not too high-minded, ridiculously tall, seem to never worry about marrying, and it is possible that one is better married than the other.
There is a little niece, who is not born to learn, and she cannot make a little splash in her studies with ten times her efforts. Later, he married a foreigner of the same age, his parents made a fortune in mining, and later due to demolition, he had many more apartments in a big city. There are also a few girls in the same village, married to their husbands, but also more than one, do not worry about the cost, what they have to do is how to bring a good baby, how to dress themselves beautifully.
I suddenly felt that if love were a shooting star, for a rural boy his sky might cross two or three; and for a better-looking girl, her sky might be one meteor shower after another, and if she wanted to, it could fall until the end of her youth.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" >2 Half-life love and hate</h1>
People in the department like me, after forty years, still want to hope to mix an official and a half-job, it is better to chant a song "Shu Dao Difficulty" interesting.
Similarly, a peasant man like the eldest brother, who is over thirty years old, still wants to marry a yellow flower girl, unless, the girl is fascinated by one of his merits, or he gets up one morning and finds a pile of gold in the corner of the house, and from then on, the rich side.
Many relatives, or well-connected acquaintances, began to introduce suitable people to the eldest brother.
One is from a rural area in a neighboring county, about the same age as the eldest brother. The eldest brother went to meet once, and then someone came to say that the woman was a little satisfied with the eldest brother. Big Brother didn't say anything, he may be thinking about the pros and cons. In the end, it will not be over. Later, I learned from other people that the woman, with a small child, and her face seemed to be injured, the only advantage was that she was able to work.
Thirty years later, intermittently, different people, who had introduced him to different family backgrounds, were all with children, or had other special circumstances.
- For various reasons, it did not work out in the end.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" >3 Circles and fullness are a difference in viewing angle</h1>
After the age of forty, the eldest brother changed.
A man, who has experienced twenty or thirty years in society, most of them know how to be patient.
There was a woman with a pair of children, and her husband had been dead for more than ten years. When the two people met, she felt that the eldest brother was like a sincere person; the eldest brother felt that she was also a person who lived a life. After several contacts, I received a marriage license, and everyone finally had a complete home.
I feel a little regretful, not because he married a woman with children, but because the woman could not bear a son and a half for him. Later, in their case, it seemed possible to have another child. I asked my mother to speak gently to my eldest brother. The mother later said: their sons are getting married soon, the second is about to go to college, and they need money everywhere, so they (in fact, mainly she) want to take advantage of the current work and earn more money for their children.
I was very sorry for this. Sometimes, although I understand that the woman is right, I feel that in her greatness, there is more or less a selfishness that cannot be released, at least I cannot let go.
I also slowly convinced myself that, at least, without this woman, the eldest brother would still be alone. From the perspective of companionship, the eldest brother will have at least one intimate companion in the future.
In this world, there is probably no perfect circle and fullness; round and full, probably a kind of perspective difference, standing at different angles, some people see the peaks of this world, some people see the waves of the sea, and some people see an acre of watery fields -
<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" >4 There is a kind of beauty in life, called companionship</h1>
Fan Zhenzhen has a song called "The Most Romantic Thing", every time you listen to it, you can touch the bottom of people's hearts. There is a sentence "The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you", the simplest language, but it tells a beautiful state of life.
When I was young in school, once in a car, a couple with white hair got on the bus together; the white hair, no matter what their love had experienced, but at this moment, it seemed to be the most beautiful appearance of love.
When we are young, we always want to be vigorous, always want to be beautiful, always want to stir up the years. After walking all the way, experiencing exposure to the sun, bathing in wind and snow, and crying alone in the dark, we will suddenly find that beauty is actually a simple state of life. From my point of view of the eldest brother, I always felt that there was a regret in his choice. Slowly, my heart was also relieved, because after all, I had not experienced his life, and the feelings of bystanders and witnesses could never be equal. I am also finally thankful that there is a person who can accompany him to grow old slowly.
Life, probably like this: learn to change, learn to shake hands and make peace, learn to examine perfection in imperfection, and finally, we slowly learn to be happy—