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Bring the love of two men to heaven

It was 1978, the era of collective labor, when it was easy for people to become intimate with each other and love to be easy to produce.

Bring the love of two men to heaven

At that time, you were only 18 years old, it was the cardamom years, with many beautiful dreams, at that time, you did not understand love, but your heart longed for the arrival of love. That's how he walked into your heart. He was an ordinary, taciturn boy, but he was a persistent and rational man when he did things. Every day, when everyone is working, he will give you a sharp scythe, and you will secretly give him a handkerchief with a beautiful embroidery; he will silently accompany you home on the darkest night. In this way, your simple love, like the open pea blossoms of spring, is faint and shy.

Life got off to a great start, but it didn't give you a better ending.

Bring the love of two men to heaven

At that time, your father promised you to Wang Lin in a neighboring village, Wang Lin did not give you a feeling of heart beating sleeplessly, you resisted, cried, but the final greeting team still sent you into the Wang family, on the first night, you gave him a Mandarin duck playing handkerchief, the Mandarin Duck's eyes are blood red, like your tearful heart - from now on, you have not heard from again.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a good day for reunion, so that people with dreams can realize it at that moment. Ten years later, in the Mid-Autumn Festival, you walk around a corner on the street, a familiar figure breaks into your eyes, still so strong, although there are too many traces on the face, but the eyes that look at you are still so gentle. You look at each other for a few seconds, as long as a century. You read his heart, he reads your heart, and no one opened his mouth, just quietly, slowly turned his head and walked away. That night, you went back and had a dream, there was snow in the dream, you ran around the snow with a red scarf, he chased after him, you ran in front, and accidentally, fell into the pit. You scream out loud. Your Wang Lin wiped the sweat off your forehead with his hand and embraced you into his arms, and you lay in that warm and firm embrace, and you understood that such a dream would never happen again.

It's been a few years again, you're sick, and Wang Lin takes you to the best hospital in the city for a check-up. Wang Lin came out of the doctor's office and said with a smile that there was no big problem, it was your anemia. Go back and make good food. Say, pick up your trembling hands with those rough hands and say, Don't be afraid, I'm by your side. Your tears are flowing down and you can't leave this simple and loving man in this life.

You come back from the hospital, but Wang Lin has lost weight and become more considerate than before, every morning, make breakfast for you and put it on the table, squeeze the toothpaste on the water cup, make a soft bed for you at night, and nag you about household things every day.

In fact, you know that your disease is brain cancer, but this year, you don't want to say it, you don't want to make Wang Lin's heart more painful. You suffer in silence from illness. One day, you are too sick to speak, and you only look at your lover who has walked together for decades with your eyes, and tears flow from your pale face. Your eyes have been staring out the door, but you are too tired, you are going to rest, at this time, there is a familiar eye looking at you, you open the cloudy eyes again, it is he, how many years in your dreams the figure, more and more entangled in your dreams. It was he who woke you up from your sickness, it was he who made your face glow beautifully at this time, like a return to the charm of girlhood. Your mouth is trembling, and you want to talk to the two men in front of you, but you can't say a word.

Both men hold your hand, and they already understand what you're saying.

That night, you were gone, you were gone with a happy smile  

Bring the love of two men to heaven

I have long wanted to write this true story, but I am always cluttered, no clue to express, I am afraid of saying badly, blaspheming the good feelings of the three of them!  

This happy woman is my little aunt.