Runye suddenly remembered that his parents had gone to their wedding a few years ago, and when he came back, he praised his daughter-in-law for her perfection. And on snowy days, I have witnessed her frightening beauty in the market town, and I have personally witnessed her terrifying beauty.

But in front of you, this?

Is it really still her? Her skin is no longer pink and white, and her hair is no longer a noble pan, which has changed a lot from the past. Unspeakably puffy, or sloppy. In short, there is no longer a girl's unique charm, the long neck is no longer proud, and the flowers on the sideburns are not so showy.

What about red heels? What about off-white berets? And what about the lychee-red coat?

Not only are these gone, but there is no trace of immortal energy around him, just like a soil in the dust, no matter how you pick it up, you can't tell it. She had become one with the mundane, as ugly as an old brown grasshopper in a field.

How did this family become a purgatory on earth?

Meng Yao looked at Runye and smiled politely and friendly. With a simple mind, she didn't know the surging in Runye's heart at all, and she didn't know that she had seen herself.

Under Runye's eyes, a trace of unnoticed pity and bitterness flashed.

She didn't say much, just lowered her head to eat, then pushed the dishes and chopsticks, and immediately entered the east room and buried herself in studying. My brothers and sisters are all college students, and after graduation, they all became national cadres, and only I have a secondary school degree.

What to do?

can only rely on your own efforts to win the annual limited number of places - that is, the opportunity to enter the university in the city.

Thinking about Mengyao, who is not 2 years old or 3 years older than himself, his heart trembles instantly.

She really doesn't want to grow up, and even if she grows up, she doesn't want to marry and spoil herself by having children repeatedly. It seems that only by learning to read, going to work outside, and becoming a person with a fixed income may be able to change the bad luck after marriage that is unique to rural women.

At that moment.

Runye wants to be an ostrich in love, wants to escape, and wants not to marry for the rest of his life. Dream is like a fairy, and she has been tortured like this for a few years after marriage, and she is far less beautiful than her natural beauty, so how good can it be? The leaves are surging, the heart is infinitely fermented, and the appearance seems to be silent, but in fact, the seeds of resistance to the future marriage have been planted.

On this day, the sun was shining.

Although it was Saturday, Runye still had to go to school to get a board newspaper, but he didn't have to go out so early. She and a senior sister with artistic talent made an appointment to meet at school at half past ten in the morning.

At five o'clock in the morning, after Runye finished reviewing the homework of "Psychology" and "Education", he had breakfast.

Had to go to Westinghouse.

As soon as the curtain was lifted, Dad had gone out to be busy with his work, and only Mother and Mengyao were chatting.

The sunlight at the glass window is very warm, and it shines directly on the entire kang, and the orchid kang quilt looks warm and elegant. My mother usually loves blue the most, and her padded jacket is also white on a blue background, and she still can't put it down after wearing the same padded jacket for several years. Runye also likes blue, so he has never taken the opportunity to vent his dissatisfaction with his mother's hobby because of puberty.

When Runye saw the second sister-in-law, she quickly nodded and said hello, and the second sister-in-law was also full of smiles, revealing a smooth neck, maybe the winter was idle, and the skin on her face was still relieved a lot.

"I don't have any face polish either, so I'll just apply this," the mother pushed a jade jar forward along the tea table.

Emerald jars?

Runye has been impressed since he was a child.

When my mother was young, she became a rural worker from the Yaohua Glass Factory in Qinhuangdao because of the national movement. The changes in the country have pushed her destiny everywhere, and she has experienced back and forth from the city to the countryside.

But she had been carrying this jade jar all along.

When autumn and winter come, use it to go to the supply and marketing cooperative, and you can use Vaseline oil for a dime for a winter; After the hot weather, a dime alabaster can be rubbed for a summer. Year after year, it has never changed, even if she takes Runye back to her grandmother's house for a few days, her mother will bring this small jar.

Now, occasionally, a bag of children's cream or silicone cream is squeezed in as a supplement to alabaster that is long gone. She often dislikes the uncomfortable packaging of plastic bags, and it is not dignified. Therefore, this small cuboid jar is not only for skin care, but also records the unusual youth that the mother experienced compared to the peasant woman.

Seeing Meng Yao take the jade jar, although he was a little embarrassed, he also slowly opened the rusty square metal lid, and a faint smell of petroleum jelly swept his nose.

Spread your index finger and run to the white paste with a light touch, and then dye a piece of solid and translucent light on your cheeks.

At this moment, the sunlight outside the window shines more unscrupulously on the edge of the wall cabinet. The warm winter sun is quiet and warm, obliquely reflecting a few golden date trees under the table. The trees more than one meter high are covered with pimple balls, some red, some buttery oil, all set off by dense oval small green leaves, which reveal even more vividness.

Next to the Jin Hanlian, clear pale green veins appeared on the round leaves, and the leaves were raised one after another like lotus leaves that had shrunk several times, gracefully chasing the warm sun. The soothing leaves are layered on top of each other, interspersed with hollowed-out slender petioles, and between the dark green petioles, an orange-red bone occasionally pokes out, and after a few days, the bone will quietly bloom. That form, like a delicate girl singing loudly, graceful and vigorous with the breath of youth.

Meng Yao happened to be sitting at the tea table.

She was intently smearing Vaseline, her middle and ring fingers stained with oil, spreading from her forehead to the sides and ending up all over her cheeks. Her skin was already smooth and translucent, and this application of Vaseline temporarily reverted to a white swan under the illumination of the light, although it was far less brilliant than before.

Truly.

If you can see her a few years ago, then she still fell into the ditch now. The torture of marriage really made her ordinary and ordinary, and her beauty was greatly reduced.

After she finished smearing, she wiped the green white jade hand again, although the hand was not as perfect as before, and the calluses on the palm barely receded halfway.

At this moment, Meng Yao seemed to be thoughtful.

This jade jar, looking at it, reminded me of the face oil that Erxi bought in Xidan, Beijing, which looks like a clam shell. Although the grease inside had run out and had long since turned into an empty shell, she had treasured it and kept it in a corner of the wall cabinet, along with the red heels.

Where has she changed?

Runye eats silently while pondering, maybe it can't be said to be old, is it ripe?

If it is a green fruit, it is naturally ripe and delicious. But if people are forced to mature, then only early bloated saccharification means that the outer skin is no longer firm, smooth and young, then isn't it early aging? However, perhaps not compared with the past, she is still much more beautiful than ordinary women, especially the peach blossoms on her sideburns.

But what do you have to do at the moment?

This head shape is obvious, she is giving up and ruining herself, completely squandering her youth, and beating herself into the ranks of rural women and even old ladies, which is simply self-inflicted.

But Runye still saves everything about the little girl, where does she understand the hardships and encounters of Mengyao living at home?

In the past few years, how has Mengyao faced the abuse and insults of her husband and old woman? Even wearing a skirt to fan the wind, walking with the wrong foot, will be beaten, with scars and pain all over the body, still have to go to the fields to do farm work.

I often carry my child on my back.

When she worked hard, the wounds of the past would tear and break open in an instant, still oozing blood beads, and the unstoppable blood and sweat were intertwined, and she was like a wound being sprinkled with salt, and even more like ants cannibalizing, radiating a fine and faint pain.

Runye drank porridge and continued to think thoughtfully.

Mother sat on the kang again to collect the soles of her shoes, very patient, short and thick fingers, on the father's big soles, desperately wandering and conquering. Finally, the sole should be included into a stitch and a stitch, a neat pattern from trip to trip. In that way, it looks like a sunflower's face, especially the soles of the sole, which is the most beautiful.

Mengyao hesitated, and seemed to want to be busy with something, for fear of being disliked, but everything was stopped by her mother and told her to raise the fetus with peace of mind.

When she heard this, her heart warmed.

So, Meng Yao sat on the chair next to the tea cabinet, bathed in the warm winter sun, and started a family routine with his mother.

The warm sun was scattered on her cheeks.

Although the sweater is worn and the clothes can be described as ragged, it can be seen from a distance. The old tea table and the chairs with Tsubaki tree pattern seem to be peaceful and quiet. Under the table, the golden dry lotus, graceful posture, wanton entanglement, unwilling to raise an orange mouth, wanting to compete with the beauty for the warm winter sun.

With the words, the teeth still shine.

At this moment, she and the surrounding scene may still be called a beauty scroll, or maybe in the past, it is a modern version of treading snow and looking for plums. After all, she is stylish and flamboyant in the snowy scene, and she shines more than stars on the red carpet. And now, it has just changed to a thrifty, reserved, simple and gentle, homely and introverted small jasper style.

From time to time, the mother sharpened the space between the needles in her forehead, looked up at Mengyao, and tried her best to persuade and comfort her for occasional confiding.

After Runye finished eating, she took the bowl, folded the round table and stood firmly in the corner, she was ready to go to school. I got dressed and wanted to leave when I entered the east house, but as soon as I arrived in the courtyard, I realized that the wind was strong, and the cotton pants under my feet blew in the cold wind, and my back was also very cold.

I turned back to my mother's house.

"How did you come back?"

Seeing Runye, who was wearing a hat and only showing her eyes, her mother asked strangely.

"It's too windy outside, and I want to find a long dress to wear." After Runye finished speaking, he ran to the side of the wallboard.

Unexpectedly, Meng Yao, who was sitting near the eaves of the kang, got up in a hurry.

"Oh, don't you have any clothes to wear? I have what I have. She hurried over with enthusiasm, rushed to open the lid of the wallboard, and pulled out a piece of clothing.

Runye couldn't help but be startled when she saw what she was holding in her hand, and her head buzzed instantly.

Yes?

This one, holding it heavily in your hand, isn't it that lychee red?

Runye frowned, his heart rolling.

It is the lychee red that she is like a fairy descending from the earth in the winter snow in the market. This sky-high price of clothes worth three to five hundred yuan, only when the girl is married, the in-laws are willing to buy one. And when a girl gets married and lives a life, she will never buy such expensive clothes.

This is also one of the four dowry gifts.

But Runye looked carefully, after a few years, the dress was ravaged and ravaged, and it actually became soft and wrinkled, light and thin, perhaps because it had been washed with water, so it was unrecognizable. I remember that at that time, it was precisely because of the inspiration of this dress that in the art class, Runye wanted to match this lychee red many times, but it was not pure.

Therefore, it is always in my mind.

For so long, what she had been longing for in her heart and soul turned into disgusting rotten horse meat a few years later.

It's a terrible thing.

Perhaps it was exhausted before it was washed. Hey, it's not all her fault, who let the fairy fall into the mortal dust early? It is reasonable to become a treasure that mortals can't protect themselves. In other words, ordinary people are simply not unworthy of the blessings of curiosity.

Runye frowned for a moment.

Hurriedly subconsciously pushed it away, this once expensive, solemn and vicissitudes of the coat.

This is simply too heavy, she can't stand it.

In order to hide the unnaturalness brought about by sadness and distress in his heart, Runye hurriedly smiled and said, "No, no, I have a thicker one." ”

On Mengyao's cheeks, a little loneliness suddenly flashed. But after a fleeting moment, she still smiled to hide the embarrassment of being rejected and didn't seem to take it too seriously.

All she did was hug the mess of horse meat tightly.

Runye took out a long cotton dress, which was eliminated by the eldest sister before she got married. Quickly turned around, lifted the curtain and came to the outhouse, not daring to look at her expression at all, let alone guess whether she really didn't care, or if she would be lost in her heart. But from her bright and fresh smile, Runye could guess that she was more tolerant and generous than others.

Runye buttoned the button and hurried to the school.

Run wild.