At that time, several of her male girlfriends also began to drag one by one, fell in love, quarreled with their girlfriends, and then fell out of love. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Wuyou has always been just a bystander, when they are in a bad mood, accompany them to the river to blow the wind and chat. Gradually, some of the classmates in the class also liked to come to her to talk when they were in a bad mood or couldn't figure out something. It was also at that time that she suddenly felt that she had the potential to be a psychology teacher, so she chose psychology when she graduated from high school.

She has been a heartless person since she was a child, and her parents, who worked outside the home, died in a car accident when she was in sixth grade. She had to be at their funeral, and she didn't shed a single tear, and those relatives accused her of being heartless, unfilial, and indifferent.

In fact, she wanted to cry at the time, but she just couldn't shed a single tear. Her feelings for her parents have always been very vague, she was originally a left-behind child, her grandfather raised her alone, her parents worked outside and rarely came home. To what extent, they hadn't come back to see her since she was in the first grade, and she really didn't know what kind of feelings she had for them. They are very hard outside, and she can understand it when she grew up in the countryside, but every time they come back, they look at her indifferently. Several times I thought about passing her on to someone else, saying that her daughters were all losing money and the like, if it weren't for her grandfather's insistence, she would have been sold a long time ago.

So when they died, she really couldn't cry, even though they were her biological parents. But when she was a freshman, the death of her grandfather made her collapse all at once. She has always regarded her grandfather as the only most important person in her life, and she has no heart and lungs for what she can do, and she is indifferent and ruthless. But as long as it was related to her grandfather, she couldn't be indifferent.

At that time, my grandfather was a fruit farmer, and the fruit he planted was called Tang pear, also called bean pear, wild pear. It is often found wild on warm and humid mountain slopes, marshes, and mixed forests, and can be used as rootstock for grafting pears. Roots and leaves have medicinal value, can moisten the lungs and relieve cough, clear heat and detoxify, and treat acute ocular conjunctivitis; The fruit can strengthen the stomach and stop dysentery.

What we see more often for us is the kind of soaked tang pear that we usually eat on the street, a small one, sweet and sour, and the taste is not bad.

Tang pear is also a wild fruit, which is very astringent to eat when it is not fully ripe, and it is generally soaked in salt water or vinegar and sugar before eating.

The fruits grown from artificially grown varieties will be much larger than those of pure wild ones, and they will also lose that astringency, which is still quite popular among pickled fruits.

Before his grandfather died, he was still working in Tangli Mountain at home, and he fell in the mountain all of a sudden, and later the people in the village found him, but when he was found, his body was already cold. Later, the doctor said that he died suddenly after a heart attack, Wu You didn't know how much she hated herself at that time, she knew that her grandfather had a heart attack, and she actually let him be alone at home, silently regretting in her heart, if she was by his side at that time, would he not have to lie in the funeral home now.

After her grandfather died, she buried him in the pear forest. Because when my grandfather was alive, his favorite was the Tang pear tree.

On the day of the burial, many people cried, but she still couldn't shed a single tear, and at that time she remembered what those people had said to her before, she was indifferent and unintentional.

In the evening, when everyone was gone, she still stubbornly stood in front of her grandfather's grave.

The warm spring, the spring of the revival of all things, the spring of the fragrance of pear blossoms, but her world fell into a dead silence in such a beautiful spring.

The cool evening breeze blew, she shivered, the sky was already a little dark, and the words on her grandfather's tombstone were almost unreadable.

She burst into tears and sobbed incessantly. Then he hugged his grandfather's tombstone and cried, as if he wanted to shed all the tears that he hadn't been able to shed for more than ten years. A tear flowed into her mouth, and that was the first time she understood that tears were bitter, very bitter, very bitter.

The breeze blew, and the pear blossoms fell to the ground, accompanied by her mournful prayer, Grandpa, are you okay to come back...... I'm not going to go anymore, I just want you to come back...... However, the pear blossoms fell to the ground, silently......

She began to believe in fairy tales, in all miracles, in everything impossible in this world. Every year when the pear blossoms bloom, she would go back to pay respects to her grandfather, hoping that when she turned around, she would see his grandfather standing under the thorny pear tree, smiling brightly.

That was also the beginning of her depression and self-abandonment, and later, an old professor in the department saw her abnormality, and again and again, tirelessly tried to find a way to enlighten her, and her classmates did the same thing. She gradually came out of her self-blame, only to find that in this world, the people who are good to her are not only grandfathers, but also many, many people, who are all silently caring about you by your side, so please don't turn them away.

After that time, she learned a lot and knew that there were some things that it was useless to run away, so she became strong and brave.

The pear pears plucked from the tree are sour and unpalatable, but when they are ripe or soaked in salt water, the bitterness will disappear.

Everyone is a little dazed when they come to this society, with their own edges and corners, like unripe tangtang pears, with exciting sourness, colliding with this strange world. Life is just the right jar of sugar and brine water, and we can taste a hint of sweetness when we soak it.

Life is sometimes a jar of sour water with mixed bacteria, if we don't change the water, we soak it and it will rot.

What a person will be like, everything depends on how that person approaches life.