Last Issue Story Review:
Yan Heng, a rural boy, gave up his studies because of his father's irritable and extensive education methods, and twice ran away from home. This last time, he fled to Guangzhou, where he met Suna, a kind female college student, and opened a simple and beautiful first love. Next, how will the relationship between these two young people develop? Read on for the story below.
■ Narrator: Yan Heng (pseudonym)
■ Age: 29 years old
■ Occupation: Manager
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During that time, she would often visit me on the construction site. Every time she went, I felt very proud, very proud. The co-workers knew she was a college student, and every time she arrived, they would "snort" and coax.
In fact, at that time, I couldn't find the feeling of being in love, it was more down-to-earth, happy and happy. I don't earn much and pay on the 15th of every month. At that time, Suna rented me a small house. Sometimes before it's time for my salary, I run out of money.
I could often find the money she had left me on the table, not much, ten dollars, twenty, fifty. There was always that tacit understanding between us, and I thought she could know anything.
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At one point, I smashed my finger on a construction site. When I went out to dinner with Suna, my fingers touched the bowl and I shuddered involuntarily. She kept staring at my hand, and I quickly put it in my pocket.
At that time, our most intimate action was to hold hands, and as soon as she pulled my hand over, she saw the blood bubble on the finger, and her tears immediately flowed.
I deliberately pretended not to care. She said, you can not live for your parents, you can not live for yourself, but for me, you must be careful in the future. Because of the wound on my hand, she was not happy all day.
Suna said something like this, and she said, if it's just the two of us together, I'm your boss, and you have to listen to me. If you're out there, you're my man, and you're going to have to hold on for me for everything.
(IX)
That Spring Festival, the people in her dormitory were gone, and in order to accompany me, she did not go home. But I saw her crying when she called her parents.
That Spring Festival was very bitter, we began to eat instant noodles from the 29th of the Waxing Moon, and ate it until the 15th of the first month. We held hands and went out every day and never felt tired. Suna bought me a new dress, and she didn't buy anything for herself.
After the fifteenth day of the first month, she hurried back home. At that time, she often told me about the habits and hobbies of everyone in her family, their stories, what kind of house she lived in, and what location in the village.
At that time, Valentine's Day, most people didn't pay so much attention, but I spent nearly a month's salary to buy Suna a bouquet of flowers and a pair of shoes. Suna was very happy, she said, I accepted the flower, and I can buy one later. Don't buy me shoes in the future, in our hometown, a man buys shoes for a woman just to let her leave early. Before I met Suna, I didn't know anything. After getting to know her, she taught me a lot of things, including a lot of principles for dealing with the world.
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It was summer again, and Suna and I still used to go to the park to play, holding hands and walking around. That day, I was tired of shopping and I wanted to drink water. But neither of us wanted to buy it, so we said play with rock scissors cloth, and the one who lost went to buy it. She won two in three sets and I lost. But I played tricks with her and didn't want to go. She smiled dotingly and said, "Then sit here and don't move, I'll go get a bottle of water." "It was because of this gamble that I regretted guilt for a lifetime."
Suna walked out a few steps, then turned around and smiled at me and said, "Wait, don't run, or let me catch and beat you!" With that, she walked briskly toward the park gate. I would never have dreamed that it would be the last words she left for me.
I waited in the park for half a day, and I didn't see Suna come back, so I went along the way she left to look for it. As soon as I stepped down the steps of the park, I found a group of people on the side of the road, and I didn't go over, I just wanted to find Suna. But there was no shadow of her in either of the two places where cold drinks were sold. On the way back, I passed the group again. I squeezed in curiously.
(xi)
Oh my God, Suna was lying on the ground with a big pool of blood under her head, and her big eyes were looking straight at me. I was stupid, I didn't know what to do, my head was buzzing, I couldn't hear anything, I only saw Suna's eyes looking at me. Later, from the discussions of people around me, I learned that Suna was hit by a car while crossing the road.
At this time, the ambulance came, the doctor briefly examined it, lifted her up and was about to leave. Only then did I react and run over and hold her hand tightly. Her eyes were still looking at me like that, and those eyes told me that she was very uncomfortable, very painful. At that moment, I was full of regret. If I hadn't played tricks and I went to buy water, maybe this wouldn't have happened, I hurt her!
When I got to the hospital, when the doctor told me that Suna was gone, I felt like the sky was falling. I hid in the hospital toilet and didn't come out for hours, not knowing what else I could do but cry.
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The school informed her family, and two days later, I met Suna's parents. Her father found me in the bathroom, hugged me and cried. Her father was full of white hair and was very old, but his embrace made me feel a little warmth. Suna's mother said, child, don't be sad, be well.
Her family didn't have a word of blame for me, which made me even more upset. Later, I followed the family to Suna's hometown of Liaoning. At that time, they had a custom that people who did not die normally could not enter the ancestral graves, but should be buried in the barren mountains and mountains, and there were also people who guarded the graves for a month. I said I'd come with her.
Her mother prepared quilts and mosquito nets for me and brought me meals every day. That month, I spoke with Suna every day. On the last night, I slept in Suna's room and drank for the first time in my life.
Suna's father grabbed my hand with tears in his eyes and said, Child, in fact, I am worse than you, I have raised her for more than twenty years, and I will leave. I drank too much that day, and I dreamed of Suna again.
(xiii)
After returning to Shijiazhuang, the only thing I did was drink and smoke. I didn't want to sober myself up, but the more I drank, the more sober I became, and the more sober I became, the more I missed Suna.
In the next 9 years, I squandered my youth, worked as a thug for others, and took many detours. I have had a short loveless marriage and have taken on responsibilities that do not belong to me.
But during these years, I had a moment of leisure to think of Suna. I stabbed Out Suna's name with a needle in my arm, and I didn't feel any pain, because the pain was in my heart.
Over the years, I have also been in contact with a few women, but when I walked to the road and held hands, I would think of Suna, and I felt very tired. I didn't dare to fall in love, and I didn't dare to step into marriage again.
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Now a lot of women are very open and can go through all the process with you in a very short time: holding hands, kissing, going to bed. There are also women who directly say that they have a crush on my house, car and career, which makes me more afraid and makes me miss Suna even more.
She is so simple, so kind, she wants to fight with me and create our warm nest together. I can't touch a girl like that again. How I wanted to talk about another love as pure as Suna's.
When I missed Suna madly, I drove my beloved sports car to the highway. Life and death seemed to be in that instant, as long as my hand was loosened slightly, or with a little force, I could see Suna. But I wouldn't let go, I wouldn't see her that way.
I go to Guiyang and Suna's hometown once a year in July, and the entrance to the park where she had an accident has changed, and the road has widened a lot. I would sit in front of her grave and tell her what I had done in this time, what had changed, what clothes I had bought, and how far the company had come.
I told her everything I had been through and I was sure she could hear it. Now that I have a house and a small villa, if Suna is still around, I can help her realize all her dreams. I wish my Suna, in heaven, take good care of herself, I have grown up.
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■ Text/Hebei Youth Daily reporter Pi Xueyan
■ Editor / Pi Xueyan
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