The Stone of Sisyphus. One of them herself, this thought mocks her like a vicious villain......

She touched her coat pocket, tempting to smoke a cigarette. In the Great Northern Wilderness, she learned to smoke. But after boarding the train back to the city, she secretly vowed that she would never smoke another cigarette when she returned to the city. An old girl who is not good-looking, and who still smokes, may make the city even more intolerable!

But how much I want to smoke a cigarette, even if it's just a few puffs.

A bold sparrow landed on the balcony railing at some point, curled its neck, tilted its head, and stared at her presumptuously.

There was a burst of melodic music from behind, coming from his brother's room, and he must have come back from outside with Qianqian.

Suddenly, there was a burst of firecrackers. She looked for prestige, and saw an old man carrying a firecracker with a bamboo pole at the door of a large compound outside the high wall. Several children gathered around the old man, watching with interest. Only then did she find that on the door of the courtyard of the large courtyard, there were two golden words of double happiness.

A black, paint-painted car, cloaked in flowers and colors, like a ladybug from a fairy tale, clumsily turns from the street into an alley and drives slowly.

The car stopped at the gate of the compound with a lettering on it, and a group of men and women poured out of the courtyard, and one of them opened the door and invited the bride in a suit. So the two little girls holding the snack box grabbed a handful of confetti from the box and threw it at the bride's head and face.

People crowded around the bride and went into the courtyard, leaving only the driver and his car outside. The driver was bored with the fine scraps of paper on his body, ripped off the saffron strips from the front of the car, threw them on the ground without regret, got into the car, and drove away.

It occurred to her that the New Year was coming. This day is a good day to get married. What kind of experience and state of mind will it be for the newlyweds to get married on a happy new year......

The thought made her smile bitterly.

She closed her eyes and stood motionless, silently counting one, two, three, four...... I want to use this self-hypnosis method to get rid of a series of thoughts about marriage, but I can't. This thought is like a bee or a butterfly, and as soon as it smells the fragrance of the flower of thought, it surrounds it and refuses to fly. She can only listen to the kite of desire and lift herself into the air of illusion. She was fascinated, as if she had floated down the balcony and into the courtyard with the golden word "缼" on the door. She suddenly felt like she had become the bride. And who is the groom? How can it be him? How can it be the Beijing boy Wang Yajun?......

It was not long after she became an instructor, and during the training of cadres above the company level of the battalion, she served as the captain of the training team, and Wang Yajun, deputy company commander of the fifth company, served as the deputy captain of the training team. He and she work well with each other and he respects her. She was sick for a few days, and he walked more than 100 miles back and forth on foot, and returned to the company to fetch two bags of malt milk essence sent from Beijing for her.

After the training camp, he found her alone and said to her: "Instructor, I have gained a lot of work experience and organizational skills in the past month with you, and now I am about to break up, I want to talk to you, can we walk down the mountain together?"

She looked at him with an unusually solemn expression, as if she had given some serious thought to his words, before nodding. She was willing to put down the unsmiling shelf of a female instructor, but she couldn't. She couldn't imagine how dull and cold her face seemed to him at the time.

She walked shoulder to shoulder with him down the snow trail into a oak forest. I couldn't tell if he had led her there, or if she had led him there. The twig grabbed her turban, and she almost fell, but he hurriedly helped her. It was as if at that moment they were all in the woods at the same time. They were already far, far away from the barracks of the cadre training team, and they looked at each other, and their expressions became a little unnatural. The female instructor and a young deputy company commander avoided the people and came to the oak forest, what would they think and say if anyone found out? The oak forest is obviously not the best place to talk about work. At that time, she suddenly remembered the obscene slip made up by several male classmates in her middle school class: "A man and a woman, walking together, no one next to them, burrowing into the woods ......"

"Let's go to the highway!" she said hurriedly, leaving him behind, and striding out of the woods. After walking onto the highway, she looked around, but she didn't find a single figure, and her pounding heart gradually settled down.

With his head down, he followed him silently onto the road. He stood across from her, silently watching her. His chest rose and fell under his yellow cotton jacket, and his gaze was fiery. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

She asked herself to bow her head.

She felt him reach out to her, jerked her head up, took a step back, and said in a fierce voice, "Don't do this!"

He had only plucked a dead leaf from her turban.

"I think you are still very capable of working, full of enthusiasm for any work, and very serious, but sometimes you don't see things comprehensively enough, you love to be impatient, and you love to get angry. Chairman Mao taught us: 'After the political line is decided, the cadres are the decisive factor. Chairman Mao also said: 'Humility makes people progress, and pride makes people backward.' I heard some comrades report behind their backs, saying that you are a little cocked. For example, that time, because the canteen was late for dinner, many comrades were delayed in gathering time, but you ......"

She had already said this to him once, and he accepted her criticism with sincerity. She knew that he was not what he wanted to hear at this moment, and she knew that he was eagerly excited in anticipation that what she said was something else entirely. She could clearly see from his face that he was not interested in what she said, and he did not listen to a word. But what she said was those words, and what she said was that she didn't have to go so far to avoid what people said! She really secretly hated herself at that time! She couldn't get rid of the tone of a political and ideological worker who was kind and persuasive and tireless. As if she didn't speak in this tone, she wouldn't speak. She also knew in her heart, clearly that even if she didn't say anything, just looked at him silently, even if she didn't have to look at him, she just hung her head silently, and transferred the opportunity to pour out her inner words to him, which would mean an equal emotional reward for him. But she prefers to be like an emotional miser, a cold-blooded animal, who gives nothing and does not give anything in return. She also clearly saw how much he was wronged and how seriously hurt he was in his heart at that time.

But she still had to continue chattering: "You are the deputy company commander of the educated youth, and your company is a five-good company, and the burden on your shoulders is not light." Whether or not a company achieves success in all aspects of its work depends first of all on how well the company's work among educated youths is carried out. Therefore, you should all the more actively cooperate with the company commanders and instructors in vigorously grasping the political and ideological work of young intellectuals taking root in the frontiers......"

Her words sounded perfect to anyone, but they weren't what she wanted to say, what he wanted to hear.

"Thank you, Comrade Instructor, I will always remember your criticism and help!" he interrupted her suddenly, turned abruptly, and walked away without looking back.

She stared blankly at his back and watched him walk up to the top of the mountain......

Later, she went to Wulian a few times, and every time she saw him, his attitude towards her was always more serious than her. And always said something like, "Please criticize and help the instructor!" and each time she pretended to be very calm and swallowed this kind of revenge that was carried out in person, only she and he knew in their hearts. She also wanted to look for an opportunity to explain to him, but she never mustered up the courage and did not find such an opportunity. Even if she had the opportunity, how could she explain it to him? What could she explain? Misunderstanding? Was it his misunderstanding of her? Or was it her misunderstanding of him? He didn't reveal anything to her!

Soon, the fifth company and the other two companies were all transferred to other regiments. She never saw him again, nor heard anything about him......

What happened to him now? He has returned to the city? Or has he stayed in the Great Northern Wilderness? Is he married? What kind of girl has he married? Pretty or not?

After many years, she still has the memory of him in her heart, and even she is amazed. She couldn't forget the fact that he walked more than a hundred miles to retrieve two bags of malt milk essence from the company for her. Looking back on it to this day, in the faint sentimentality and melancholy, her soul still feels a kind of tenderness that has died, a cold lingering, and a fragrant fragrance that seems to be covered. She thought: I wish the human mind could retain some of these memories for a longer time, even if it is just a fragment of a memory. When people's hearts are empty, it can bring some small comfort to people!

Feeling a little cold, she wrapped her coat tightly and rolled up her collar.

The red flower, which was thrown on the snow by the driver and completed a brief festive mission, was scraped outside the gate of another courtyard. It happened that a person stood in the courtyard with a basin, and with a bang, a basin of dirty water was splashed from the courtyard and splashed on the red flowers. So it froze on the road in an instant. The two red papers, blown up by the wind, were like its two arms dancing and struggling.

The car was almost out of the alley. Her eyes followed it, and found that at the other end of the alley, a column of pedestrians was approaching the car, a column of three people. Two of them, carrying a wreath, an all-white wreath. She could see at a glance that those three people were all intellectual young people who had returned to the city from the Great Northern Wilderness. The two wreath-bearers were wearing shabby yellow cotton jackets, and the other was wearing an equally shabby yellow coat with not a single button. Maybe the coat is gone. They all wore the kind of cotton hats issued by the Corps. Thick snowflakes fell on their hats and shoulders. It can be judged that they have been carrying this wreath for a long time.

The snow is still fluttering. The snow on the road was more than half a foot thick. They stepped on the first line of deep footprints on the snow road of this small alley. Their steps were large, but they were slow. The expressions on their faces were peculiar, not so much sad as indifferent. Their appearance added an unusual atmosphere to this hutong, which was lively for a while and then quiet. Slowly, solemnly, as if sad but in fact indifferent, they walked forward, walking, walking, as if treading to the rhythm of a silent mournful music.

Incredible......

She thought that the city was so incredible! After a burst of wedding firecrackers, a wreath of vegetarian flowers was introduced! This is the color of life in the city, which will show happiness and death on the same stage as you like!

The slow-moving car continued to move forward, the horn blaring incessantly urging the three men to give way. But they didn't seem to hear at all, and still walked forward with that slow, solemn step. The car and the person finally met. The car had to stop. people, too, had to stop. The car and the person are in a stalemate. The three men, without any intention of giving way, stood motionless and did not lay down the wreath, like a group of sculptures.

They may quarrel or even fight. In the days of the Great Return, she had seen with her own eyes what they had done after they lost their minds! And now they have become so easy to lose their minds that a small spark will explode if it splashes on them.

No, I can't stand on a high place and watch them make some kind of trouble! I can't let these three tarnish the reputation of the more than 200,000 young intellectuals who have returned to the city in this city! Reputation is too precious and too important for the 200,000 young intellectuals who have returned to the city! A sense of responsibility, a sense of responsibility that is not the responsibility of an instructor in the past, but the strong self-esteem of a young intellectuals who have returned to the city today, prompted her to turn around and leave the balcony in a hurry.

She forgot that she was wearing high-heeled leather boots, twisted her foot and nearly fell down the stairs as she went downstairs, but luckily grabbed the railing with both hands. Master Guo, who was driving for his father, happened to walk upstairs, looked at her, and asked curiously: "Oh, I don't recognize it, where is this going?"

"Get out for a walk. She still didn't dare to leave the railing of the staircase with her hands, and she leaned half on her side, going down one step at a time. As soon as the heel of a boot was firm, that ankle hurt for a while.

Master Guo followed down a few stairs and asked, "Have you twisted your neck?"

She let out an embarrassed "um".

"Then go out?"

"Leave me alone. ”

"If you want to relax, I'll drive you around the city?"

"Didn't Comrade Mayor ever criticize you for that?" she said to him.

"Have you twisted your feet and neck?" Master Guo said with a smile, "Special circumstances, special treatment." ”

She was angry, glared at him and said sharply: "Don't treat me as my brother or his porcelain doll, I don't like others to talk to me!"

Master Guo was stunned for a moment, and dodged his body away with interest. She endured the pain, pretended to be calm, and went downstairs proudly. Walking outside the building, my body lost the support of the stair railing, and I didn't dare to move forward anymore. Fuck these heels! She was furious with annoyance. She slid her steps forward slightly, moved to a concrete pillar on the balcony outside, held it with both hands, stepped down the steps, threw one leg high, and kicked it hard at the hard edges of the steps. Barely making a sound, the heel of the boot fell off. She threw up her other leg and kicked it again, and the heel of her second boot was the same. She felt that she was suddenly shorter, and at the same time gained a sense of stability on her feet. She thought: This is the right feeling. She limped out of the yard, skirted the high wall, and ran towards the alley. When I ran into the alley, I saw the driver standing next to the car, pointing fingers at the group of "sculptures" that sent wreaths, and scolding endlessly. A group of "sculptures" stands still. After the driver had scolded enough, one of the "sculptures" moved. It was the one in the shabby yellow coat who moved. His body slowly turned to the right, while slowly raising one arm, then turned his body sharply and punched the driver in the chest. As if in a set of decomposition movements, the driver's upper body lies on the front of the car. The two wreath-bearers were still carrying the wreaths, and they did not move. It's as if they weren't really people, they were sculptures. The driver is also a young man, of course, he is not willing to suffer, and he pounced in the blink of an eye. The two carrying the wreath took a step back at the same time, obviously afraid that the wreath would be damaged by the two fighters.

They immediately turned into "sculptures" again, indifferently watching their partners and drivers fight. "Stop!" she shouted, running up to them. The man in the yellow coat stopped first, because the driver had fallen on his back on the snow. She reprimanded him: "People give way to cars, this is the minimum traffic rules, you are too domineering!" He glanced at her, did not respond to her words, and then pinned the driver with a cold gaze. Although he was half a head shorter than the driver, the kind of terrible feeling that was fully displayed in his face, from his eyes, and from his whole body, and that he was ready to fight with great pleasure in order to vent some pent-up hatred in his chest, obviously produced a more terrifying deterrent to the driver than an iron fist.

The two wreath-bearers remained motionless and silent, but the cold silence was all the more aggressive. Their silence meant a stern silent warning: be kind, if you provoke us to lay down the wreath, then you will have good fruit to eat!

The driver got up, looked at them timidly, and said hatefully: "Lao Tzu can't afford to provoke you, I can hide from you! I can't forget you, there will be a period later!" The man in the yellow coat took another step closer to the driver. She stepped between the two and shouted, "You're so savage!" The driver hurriedly got into the car and reversed the car. The yellow coat squinted slightly, and a disdainful gaze swept over her face. Only then did she realize that one of the wreaths was written: Xu Shufang, a comrade-in-arms of the Corps, is eternal.

The other one reads: Wang Zhisong, a comrade-in-arms of the Corps, mourns. Her eyes widened. Xu Shufang's name is a bit familiar! By the way, she remembered that in her battalion, the Fifth Company Breeding Class, there was a female educated youth in the city, and her name was Xu Shufang. A year and a half ago, Xu Shufang took the place of her boyfriend's return to the city and returned to the city, but the group thought it was against the principles and did not approve it. It was she who reported to the regiment many times, and personally went to the regiment many times to dredge all aspects, and finally got the permit for Xu Shufang. I remember that when she handed over the permit to Xu Shufang, Xu Shufang cried and said to her: "Instructor, you are the best good person among the battalion cadres, and I will never forget you for the rest of my life!"

Xu Shufang's tears, Xu Shufang's words, how much moved her as an instructor at that time! "Good cadre", she was tired of hearing such words. But the word "good person" is the first time in her life that she has received a comment in person. She even believes that the word "good person" is the highest comment for all people in the world, regardless of its connotation.

Xu Shufang also said to her: "Instructor, after I return to the city, I will often write to you to report my work and life in the city, no matter what my situation is, under any circumstances, I will never lose the face of our intellectual youth in the Great Northern Wilderness!"

When she recalled these words today, she had a special feeling in her heart.

Xu Shufang did not write a letter to her later.

Is it the same name? or the same person?

She couldn't help but point to the wreath and asked them, "Is this Xu Shufang an intellectual youth in the breeding class of the seventh battalion and fifth company of the third division and the second regiment?"

They, silently, looked at her from head to toe and from foot to head, not answering her questions.

She felt that they were all familiar, could they all be soldiers from her battalion?

Their indifference to her made her unbearable. She thought to herself: "If I wasn't wearing a coat, not brown leather boots, but a cotton corps uniform, and big shoes, how could they look at me with such a look?

"I ...... I am also an intellectual youth who returned to the city from the Great Northern Wilderness......" she declared to them almost with great shame. She also wanted to say: "I am an instructor of the 7th Battalion of the 2nd Regiment. But the words reached the tip of the tongue and rolled back again. She understood that such an identity, in such a situation, might be wiser not to talk about it.

Their faces, in addition to an expression of indifferent indifference, showed undisguised contempt.

Her statement did not have the effect she had hoped to have, and instead of pushing herself closer to their side or drawing them towards her side, it had the opposite effect on them. They seem to regard her as a female intellectual, who has already achieved her goal of returning to the city through some ilproper, even dishonorable, and shameful means many years ago, and now she is like a fish in water in the city, and she is very proud. She knew what some female intellectuals had paid to achieve the goal of returning to the city. She also knew what the young intellectuals called them—"Girls on a pirate ship back to the city," a romantic and thrilling term, subtitled "Selling the Flesh."

She really wanted to shout at them, "I'm not! I'm not attractive, are you blind?!"

She couldn't stand their gaze and turned to look at the car. The alley is too narrow, and the jagged courtyard makes it even narrower. The car was like a backward snail, very slow, and had not yet exited ten meters away.

"Comrade instructor, please get out of the way!"

Wearing a shabby yellow coat, the one who hit the driver, glared at her rudely, and said the most polite words in a cold tone. The subtext is - good dogs don't get in the way!

Sure enough, it was a soldier of the Seventh Battalion! Maybe she was in the same company as Xu Shufang, right? Why did she die? Poor Xu Shufang! And they dared to despise themselves so much as they were instructors a few days ago! If it was in the Great Northern Wilderness, she would have made them understand what punishment should be given for desecrating the dignity of the instructors! However, she silently got out of the way—history has changed the relationship between her and them today. She was now nothing more than a woman in their way! They left her, one in front of the other, in a triangular line, and marched in silent mourning. They walk faster than a car can go backwards, and when the distance between them and the car is reduced from 10 meters to about 2 meters, they no longer exceed this distance. The car was forced back by them. She walked after them, as if she had become part of the queue. The wheel ran over the red flower that froze on the road, flattening it and crushing it dirty. Their feet, one pair of shoes with big toes and two pairs of rubber cotton shoes, also stepped over it. She looked at it with pity. In her eyes, it was as if it had been alive just now, but now it was dead. They walked to the door of the courtyard with the golden word "Xi", and the forerunner stopped, followed by the two wreath-bearers. The car finally exited the alley, and the driver poked his head out of the car and shouted: "Hun boys, why didn't you fucking die in the Great Northern Wilderness?!" They didn't seem to hear, and the two people carrying wreaths looked at the one in the yellow coat, and the one in the yellow coat looked up at the house number.

The pavement in the courtyard is much lower than that of the alley. There is an earthen mound behind the gate of the hospital, which acts as a dam to block rainwater from pouring into the hospital. There are many houses in the courtyard, the houses are low and dilapidated, and the doors are many and messy. A tent was erected in the center of the courtyard, and a stove was built under the shed. The stove is blazing, and the shed is steaming. A young man in a faded blue pullover was lifting a chicken from a boiling pot and plucking chicken feathers without hesitation. The children she saw from the balcony gathered around the stove with the same interest as they did magic. The young man carried two chicken paws upside down in one hand, and plucked the chicken feathers down one by one with the other, as if he were dealing not with chickens, but with hedgehogs. His hands seemed to be coated with glue, and every chicken feather he plucked stuck to his hands and wiped them all the way to his apron. Pluck one, wipe it once, and the dirty apron is covered with chicken feathers. The smell of meat filled the courtyard, and she felt sick.

The new house is in the innermost corner of the courtyard, and two doorways squeeze a narrow and sloping door. The door is not only pasted with the golden word "Xi", but also on both sides of the couplet. Shanglian: A natural pair of talented men and women; Horizontal criticism: jealousy and envy.

There were bursts of persuasion, congratulations, and fist fighting in the new room.

The mysterious and happy imagination of the word "marriage" when she stood on the balcony was smeared with a layer of comical color by what she saw and heard. Women want to get married because they have reached an age where they don't know what to do with themselves - she remembered what Xiao Zhou said.

The young man who plucked the chicken feathers was as happy as if he were the bridegroom, and while plucking, he recited the words: "Pluck the turnip, p......luck the turnip, pluck the carrot, pluck it

Suddenly, the children stopped laughing. The young man sensed that the atmosphere was not right, raised his head, and for a moment was stunned with the chicken, staring blankly at her and them. One of them, the one in the yellow coat, stepped forward and said coldly, almost in a commanding tone, "Tell the word, let's ask for a glass of wine." The young man's eyes were fixed on the wreath, and after listening to the other party's words, he put the unfinished chicken on the pot table, and asked, "...... this wreath?" and "What does it matter to you?" and "Yellow Coat" was still so cold. "My sister-in-law's name is written on the wreath!" the young man's eyes widened, and his face flushed. "I see!" Huang Dayi sneered, "Then invite your new sister-in-law out, I have something to tell her!"

"Fuck you!" The young man picked up a boning knife from the pot table, jumped out from under the tent, and said in a fierce voice: "You have the intention to make trouble! Tell you, our Guo brothers are not easy to mess with! Be smart, just throw the wreath outside the courtyard, and the wine pipe is enough for you to drink! Not smart, let's go in with a white knife and come out with a red knife!"

She could tell that he was a little lame.

"Yellow Coat" cautiously maintained his cold composure. The two people carrying the wreath, seeing that the other party was holding a sharp knife in their hands, looked evil, signaled to each other, gently put down the wreath, and at the same time stepped forward, one left and one right, protecting the "yellow coat".

"Put down the knife! there must be some misunderstanding between you......" she dissuaded the young man.

"Wow, I'm still with a crying person!Splash your blood and you'll have a chance to cry!" he pushed her away with his other hand. She staggered back a few steps before she could stand still.

"Huang Dayi" said: "Don't scare people with knives. It's going to be thirsty, and it must be your blood that will drink first!"

A couple of children ran into the new house. People swarmed out of the narrow, sloping doors. The small courtyard was suddenly enveloped in an imminent tense atmosphere between the two sides.

"Liwei!" a man strode up to the young man, snatched the knife from his hand, and pushed him under the tent. This person's figure is much taller and stronger than the "yellow coat". A clump of silk cloth with small red flowers, the groom's logo, pinned to the Kashan jacket on the hood. The bridegroom glanced at the wreath, then looked at the three uninvited guests one by one, and asked without humility or arrogance, "Surely there was no misunderstanding between us?" and the yellow coat replied slowly, "Yes." But you might as well take it as a misunderstanding. The tone of both sides was so calm, so calm, so calm. One could even say, then - politeness. The bridegroom asked, "Would you be satisfied if I took the wreath as a gift?" and "The yellow coat" shook his head: "That's too hard for you, so let the bride burn it in front of us." We will never come to this courtyard again!" the bridegroom hesitated for a moment, then slowly turned around and looked for the bride among the guests. Among the drunken faces of the many male and female guests was a face as pale as paper. The female instructor who lost her identity had already noticed and recognized her: she was Xu Shufang, a soldier in her battalion back then. The bride didn't notice her at all. The bride's eyes were firmly fixed on the face of the "yellow coat". Frozen gaze. The masseter muscles of the "yellow coat" are clearly highlighted. The bride's expression is also frozen. Her mouth was slightly open, her eyebrows were raised in extreme surprise, and in her wide-open eyes, bitter pleading, deep guilt, grievances like mountains, emotions like abyss, and palpitations like facing hell were all frozen on Wenxiu's face like death! It was as if a refrigerator at minus 270 degrees had frozen this face at the most complex and most meaningful, most real, most vivid, most difficult to capture, and most difficult to describe moment when the expression of this face was the most complex, the most meaningful, the most real, the most vivid, the most difficult to capture and the most difficult to describe.

She couldn't bear to look at it, but her eyes were firmly sucked on that face! The groom slowly turned around again and whispered to the "yellow coat": "I'll take her place." He walked over to the tent, drew a burning wood from the hearth, and lit the wreath. People silently looked at the wreaths. Flames flew, and gray smoke rose. It burned down in full view of everyone, collapsed on the snow, and turned into a white sheet of snow. There was a choking smell of burnt burning in the courtyard. The wreath stands crackled, and countless small sparks still exploded. Big black butterflies swirl and flutter in the air. The bride turned and ran into the house. "Huang Dayi" and his two companions stood silently, as if mourning for a deceased. "I'm fighting with you!" suddenly let out a strange cry from under the tent, and the groom's brother jumped out again and pounced on the "yellow coat". The bridegroom stopped his brother and slapped him hard, and his brother covered his face and froze in front of him like a stake. "Yellow Coat" turned and walked towards the outside of the courtyard. Two of his companions followed him. "Stop!" the bridegroom snorted. They stood and turned at the same time. The bridegroom instructed one of the children: "Go and get a bottle of wine and four glasses." "The male and female guests are all clay and wood carvings, and no one says a word. The silence of the public is the silence of the axiom. People seem to understand something. The boy came out with a bottle of liquor and four glasses, and when he gave it to the bridegroom, he immediately stood with the other children. The children were timidly silent. The bridegroom walked up to the three men who had caused the silence, and said, "You haven't drunk the wedding wine yet!" The yellow coat hesitated for a moment, and then took the glass. His two companions glanced at him and took their glasses as well. The bridegroom calmly filled all four cups with wine. They drank it down, and then lit each other's glasses at the same time. The groom withdrew the cups from their hands one by one and asked, "This scene you directed should be over, right?" "Huang Dayi" said: "You have played this role very well, it is not easy." A hand reached into his coat pocket, pulled out his wallet, and bent over the snow. His two companions also silently took out their wallets and placed them on the snow. They strode out of the courtyard. The wreath is still burning.

Adults and children can't just break out of silence. The groom picked up the three purses, walked over to the wreaths, and threw them into the embers. A gust of wind blew. Paper ash was scraped and swirled on the ground, scurrying between people's legs and feet like rats. Suddenly, a woman's scream came from the new house, "Oh no, the bride cut her wrists......"

The first to react was the groom. Like a leopard, he crashed into people and rushed into new houses. Immediately afterwards, the people who reacted rushed to the house together. The door is too narrow to fit in, so it is blocked out.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't block me, let me in!" Yao Yuhui pushed, pulled, and beat the people blocking the door. The sound of tables and chairs colliding, the sound of cutlery falling to the ground, and the meaningless noise and shouting caused a commotion in the house.

She finally squeezed into the house, and saw that the groom had carried Xu Shufang to the bed, holding her left wrist tightly with one hand, and calling her name one after another.

The bride fainted in the groom's arms, and blood was on the floor. On the brand-new sheets, the bride and groom were also covered in blood. The rest of the room gathered around the bride and groom one by one. Two female guests wiped the blood from each other's clothes with handkerchiefs.

"You guys, all get out!" Yao Yuhui shouted to the helpless people. They looked at her with all sorts of eyes. She paid no attention to anyone, and cried out, "I don't need you!" To prevent anyone from entering, she slammed the door shut. The groom looked up at her and asked in a low voice, "Can you help me get a taxi soon?" She could see that although she was the strangest to the groom, and he was still a little suspicious and incomprehensible to her, her composure won his trust. She replied, "Yes." The bridegroom took the hand on the bride's wrist and blood immediately gushed from the wound. "Hold it tight and calm down," she said. She tore off an unused towel from the towel cord and wrapped it around the bride's wrist in layers, then pulled out her own handkerchief and tied it tightly.

She said to the bridegroom, "Give me your handkerchief as well." ”

The bridegroom quickly took out his handkerchief and handed it to her. She used his handkerchief again to pierce a strip above the bride's wrist. She was very experienced in all of this, and when she was in the Corps, she was trained as a battlefield ambulance. "Wait, I'll call a car right away. With that, she hurriedly opened the door and walked out. People immediately surrounded her and asked, "How is the bride?" "Is she still faint?" Some people also made outsiders' comments: "Hey, everything can be explained clearly, why bother looking for a short view!" "Those boys who returned to the city from the army also did too much damage......" She didn't care about them, and ran home in one breath, and saw Master Guo, his younger brother and Qianqian walking down from the upstairs in a hurry. She opened her mouth and asked, "Is the car there?" and Master Guo replied, "Yes." "Drive with me!" "Where are you going?" "Don't ask!" "This ......" Master Guo looked at his younger brother in embarrassment. The younger brother said: "Sister, the head of the repertory troupe asked me to come to his house today to talk, I'm already late...... Qianqian also said: "It's about Minghui going to the repertory troupe to be an actor......" She interrupted the porcelain doll's words: "What if it's late? Master Guo said: "I drove the car out secretly, and your father will go to the provincial party committee for a meeting in forty minutes...... "Don't instigate!"