Goodbye My First Love (Short Story) Zhang Baotong

My husband has been working in the United States for many years, and a few years ago, he completed some formalities for me and my children and asked us to settle in the United States. For many years, I have been looking forward to going to the United States, being with my husband, and living a happy family life.

However, when this dream suddenly became a reality, I was not happy at all, but felt a heavy loss: because I was afraid that while I had hoped, I would also lose a cherished one.

That evening, I was cooking in the kitchen when I suddenly heard the Hunan folk song called "Farewell". I quickly put down what I was doing and ran to the TV, where I saw a young singer singing this song affectionately. Listening to this, I couldn't help but have tears in my eyes. For many years, this song has been echoing in my heart, and the melody full of nostalgia and sadness makes me feel sad and tearful every time.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly woke up, could no longer sleep, and my mind was unusually clear. Somehow, I remembered some things that I used to think about: If it wasn't for the second uncle who brought me from the countryside in northern Hunan to Xi'an, if it wasn't for the New Year's rescue of me from the river, what would I be now?

When I think about the New Year, I can't help but cry.

He was a boy from a neighboring village, and he was in the same class as I was. He is clear and handsome, extremely intelligent, and is the class leader of the fifth grade. Because our 4th and 5th grades are duplex classes, and the two classes are taken together, we are equivalent to classmates. At that time, we were young, and male and female classmates never played together, so I barely spoke to him.

We had to walk five miles to go to school and cross a small river. The creek is just down the slope of the school. There is a small bridge made of stones on the river, about 50 meters long and less than half a meter wide, which can only be walked by one person. In the spring of that year, the river swelled, and I was very scared when I walked on it. The school rules that students in grades 1 to 3 must be escorted across the bridge, but I am in the fourth grade and no longer need to be picked up by my family.

After school that day, after cleaning the classroom, it was a little late to get home. I went to the river alone and saw that the river was so high that it almost reached the bridge, and the wind was so strong that it was difficult to stand still. I was terrified, but I had no choice but to move on the bridge little by little. But when I got to the middle of the bridge, the wind was stronger, and I was blown back and forth by the wind. I panicked, stopped in the middle of the bridge, and looked at the rolling waves on the surface of the river, which were blown hard by the strong wind, and I felt dizzy, my legs and feet were weak, and I somehow fell into the river all at once.

I floated calmly in the water, but fortunately there was a bridge pier that blocked me from being swept away by the surging water. I hugged the pier with both arms, but the pier was too thick for me to hold on, so I had to hold it with my arm, so I floated in the water, thinking that I was going to die. However, at this moment, I saw Huang Xinnian coming from the side of the bridge, so I stretched out my arm and asked him for help.

When he saw me struggling in the river, he ran quickly, lay on the bridge, and stretched out his hand to me. I grabbed his hand and was pulled by him onto the bridge. I was soaking wet and shivering, and I sat on the bridge and cried. Huang Xinnian coaxed me for a while, then took me by the hand and sent me home.

Since then, as soon as I came to the bridge, I was scared and did not dare to cross the bridge. Huang Xinnian is like an elder brother, waiting for me every time he crosses the bridge, holding my hand and taking me across the river. In fifth grade, I was no longer afraid to cross the bridge, but I still asked him to take me by the hand and lead me across the river. At that time, my classmates said that we were a young couple and that we would become a family in the future. We also felt like we would definitely become a family. Because I made up my mind that when I grow up, I will not marry him.

Later, we went to secondary school together, which was further away from home. Every day when he went to school, he would pick me up in front of my house before dawn, and after school, he would send me home first and then go home himself, and he would often share the good food and good food that his parents had brought him for lunch. I know he loves me and I love him. This kind of love makes us feel especially innocent and sweet.

However, at the age of fourteen, I was still in my second year of junior high school. When the second uncle went to Changsha on a business trip, he came back to visit his family. I have never met the second uncle, but I have heard from my parents that the second uncle studied well that year, was admitted to the university, and worked in a city called Xi'an. As soon as the second uncle saw me, he said that I was handsome and smart, so he liked me very much. He kept telling me how good Xi'an was, and it made me feel like it was a colorful dream.

The second uncle only stayed in his hometown for two days, and was about to leave, and when he left, he offered to take me away. He said to his parents, "This child is smart and delicate, and it's a pity to be in the country." I want to bring her to the city, so that she can go to school well, and in the future, she will be able to succeed in college, and she will no longer have to suffer and be poor with you. ”

My parents couldn't ask for it, so they immediately agreed, and without asking for my opinion, they asked the second uncle to take me away. I disagreed, crying and shouting that I would not go because I did not want to leave the New Year. However, I still let my mother persuade me, let my father pull me, and stuffed me into the car. When I arrived at the train station, because I didn't say goodbye to the New Year, I was worried that he would be very miserable and resolutely refused to get on the train, but I still couldn't resist my parents and second uncle. They pushed them onto the train.

That's how my fate changed.

When I came to Xi'an, I was sent to a very spacious and beautiful school by my second uncle, because I studied well, my teachers and classmates liked me, and my second uncle and aunt regarded me as their treasure, no matter what mistakes I made, they would not criticize me. However, I still miss my father, my mother, and the New Year, and I can't help but cry when I think about it.

That day, I heard a song called "Farewell", "Send you to the side of the road, Jun's kindness will never be forgotten, the hearts of the farmers and villagers will be bright, and the mountains and rivers will always look at each other...... The lyrics and tunes full of nostalgia and sadness suddenly brought me back to the familiar hot land in northern Hunan and brought me back to my childhood and girlhood. It reminds me of the New Year, holding my hand and walking across the small stone bridge over the river and walking past the mountain reservoir full of red flowers.

During those days, I hummed the song non-stop, and sometimes, I could hum the song dozens of times in a row. I thought I was a mountain orchid, but someone forcibly transplanted it indoors. I'm a little bird in the woods, but I'm locked in a birdcage. I want to go back to where I was born and raised, to where I belong. However, the second uncle refused to let me go, he said that I had to be admitted to the university, otherwise there would be no way out, no future, and I could only return to the countryside and suffer all my life. I know that the second uncle is good for me, so I have to hide my thoughts deep in my heart and study hard, because only when I am admitted to the university can I go home and have the power to control myself. Due to the intense study and not distracting me, I did not go home for five years in a row. It wasn't until after the college entrance examination that the second uncle let me go home.

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