When I was young, I lived in Zhouyao Village to farm and study, and in the village, I was friends with an old man named Xizhou. Because I was young at that time, I often went to the store next to the school in the north to buy spicy noodles, and I talked to Xizhou back and forth, and talked to Xizhou, and I had a deep friendship with Xizhou.

Soon after, my grandmother slept in the big bed and dozed off at night, and I slept on the cot and watched the clear moonlight outside the window on the winter night. Grandma looked at me for a while and smiled: "You have also grown up, the male should get married, and the female should marry, this is a heavenly principle, there is an old man named Xizhou who told you a matchmaker, the woman is a girl who is still in elementary school, and she is the daughter of our village Xuan, are you willing?" ”

I smiled: "Grandma, in fact, I have always wanted to settle in this small mountain village, because it is innocent. It's just that I'm a reader, I'm a scholar, and if I can't succeed, I won't be famous, it seems that it's too early. ”

Grandma smiled: "It's not early, it's not early, silly boy, it's not early, this flower is blooming, if you don't pick it again, when the season is over, you will only be more sad." I lay on the small wooden bed and looked at the clear and bright moonlight in the winter night, thought for a moment, and sighed, "Then let's see it first, I have to let me know who that girl is and what she looks like." I turned on the mp3 and put on headphones to listen to the music of "White Fox": "Can you make me cry for love......"

I am still a scholar who has remained unchanged for thousands of years. On a winter night, the cold air blew the red curtain of cotton cloth, and the room was cold, and I had a cold war. I imagined that the red flowers were flying all over the sky, and the blessed scene of the people in the village could really become a reality?

I'm as poor as a cold window, can there really be a girl who cares about me? My whole life has to be spent in the middle of reading books.

The next day, I got up early, washed my face clean, and my grandmother walked by me and sighed: "There's no need to be so nervous, just treat it with a normal heart, it is estimated that this marriage will not be successful." I didn't understand what this meant, and I looked at my grandmother in amazement, her face was full of sadness, but she smiled gently. After five years with him, her words were always full of wisdom and mystery.

I was speechless, I smeared the "Megajing" alabaster, pushed open the heavy wooden gate and walked north, there was a beautiful woman in the north, I walked there. At the intersection of the downhill road, the elementary school girl was standing on the side of the road, standing on the side of the loess paved road. Standing behind her was my matchmaker, my old friend, the old man named Xi Zhou. When the two of them saw me, their expressions were full of joy, and they could see that the girl had turned into a layer of red and faint rouge.

"Can you like it?" Xi Zhou asked the girl. The girl smiled: "I can fancy it." In this way, I stood with the girl and looked at each other, and the girl smiled so calmly and heartily. And me? I can only smile shallowly, reluctantly, I am a scholar, how can I be? I'm afraid that being with her will only hurt her, and it will only make her live an ordinary life with me that is not rich.

All along, whether I live in the city now or in the mountain village at that time, I was a single boy, a bachelor.

I looked at the girl, tears glistening from the corners of her eyes, but a smile on her lips, as if she was wishful thinking. My eyes were wet, and I thought it must be dark at the moment. I know very well that I am a scholar, I am a scholar, and I cannot marry her.

The matchmaker asked emotionally, "Can you fancy it?" I bit my lip and said softly but firmly, "Forget about me, as if I never appeared." The matchmaker let out a surprised "hmm", and then, he and the girl watched me walk towards the distance north, and then my figure disappeared from the matchmaker's and the girl's sight.

I once vowed: "In this life, I will never marry for the rest of my life." ”

Heroes are not vulgar in their chests, how can they be infested with people's eyes? My heart, long gone, long dead. I would like to hide in the mountains and forests, under the spring of the old forest, only ruthless and unintentional, thoughtless, loveless, and careless, can I be unfettered and live calmly in this small mountain village, my heart has already died.