Chapter 97: A pillow of lovesick tears

On Sunday, Zhu Xiaowen sat on the sofa, absentmindedly flipping through the newspaper and thinking: "After graduating from university, I have worked in the Foreign Trade Bureau for more than two years, and because of my love for Dahong, I tried every means to prevaricate my parents and avoid Xie Wei's pursuit. But he ...... to himself" There was a knock on the door, and Xiaowen's mother said in the kitchen, "Xiaowen, open the door quickly." Is Xie Wei here? ”

Zhu Xiaowen opened the door and exclaimed in surprise: "Ah, Brother Da Hong." "Come and see my uncle on Sunday." "That's all?" "And that includes you, of course." "Open a blank check" "Ghost girl." ”

During the meal, Xiaowen's mother gave Dahong a chopstick dish and said, "Dahong, is your sister's illness better?" "It looks worse than it was." "Alas, this kid is active and self-motivated, which makes people even more worried." Xiaowen said: "How can you blame Sister Shuchun, just because she was fooled too deeply." Dahong nodded in agreement, and Xiaowen's mother said: "Dahong, Xiaowen, you are all intellectuals, how can you talk about children?" If only a few years ago, the hardships would have been enough for you to eat. ”

After dinner, Zhu Xiaowen Dahong went to the study, Dahong saw many Chinese and foreign novels on the shelves, and said: "Xiaowen, I didn't expect you to be interested in these things?" "If you're not interested, you can cultivate it slowly." "Why are you forcing yourself?" "Or do we still have a common language?" "Ghost girl, I can't see that I'm very tempting. However, I am just an ordinary man, am I worthy of you? "It's worth asking yourself how you feel." "I don't understand." "Brother Da Hong, why do you always act so cold-blooded in front of me?" "Quite the opposite." "Incomprehensible." "Xiaowen, people's emotions are the richest and most complex." "Then tell me, now my classmates are busy talking about marriage, and why am I not moving?" "I think Xie Wei is pretty good." "yes, I'm afraid someone will regret it."

Zhu Xiaowen was lying on the bed, tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep, looking out the window and pondering: Yue'er is long, do you know that lovesickness can't sleep; The evening breeze is gentle, how to rub endless love and resentment into attachment. It's so close, why does it feel so far away? Flying the stars in the sky, it is difficult to find his moving smiling face. Even if his heart was a lump of iron, it should be melted by the burst of hot magma; Even if his love is an iceberg, he should let the warmth of the spring flood gradually dissolve. I really can't read his long book of heaven, and I really can't see through his dream-like state of mind; Should I have waited so long for him? Endure endless bitter suffering? Could he be at ease and watch me turn the fleeting seasons barren between reality and illusion?

Lu Tingting and Wang Xuehong frolicked in the bedroom: "Xuehong, your fellow Hou Shangzhi only left yesterday, and today he will become a heartbreaker?" The two glanced at Hua Mei, who was reading a book next to them, and squeezed her eyebrows: "Hahaha, he's not coming for me." Tingting, don't you see it? "I'm sluggish. Huamei, you won't be like me, will you? Wang Xuehong smiled secretly, "You two ghost girls, if you are in the mood, just look at how good the book is." Lu Tingting said: "Huamei, I have given you the registered mail and telegram from Shujiang Normal University several times, and people are anxious, and you can still sit still like this." Hua Mei smiled and didn't say a word, "It's really boring, Xuehong, let's dance." "Men and women cuddle and hug. Don't go. "A pair of dead brains."

Lu Tingting drew makeup, put on a dress, admired herself in the mirror and went out. Wang Xuehong said: "Hua Mei, you really don't care about Tingting's words just now?" "What did she say?" "There's no hope. Hou Shangzhi made a special trip from Gaofeng County again and again, leaving early and returning late with you, what do you mean? "I'm duller than you." "I've been poured ecstasy soup." "Is it possible?" "Then tell me, letters and urgent telegrams from Shujiang Normal University are flying, why are you so nothing?"

Hou Shangzhi was recommended to go to college when he was the darling, after graduating from Zunyi Medical College, he was assigned to work in Gaofeng County Hospital, and returned to school to see his fellow countryman Wang Xuehong and Hua Mei acquaintance. He is handsome in appearance and dashing in manners; Talk humorously, tell the truth, and hit the nail on the head. According to Wang Xuehong's words, he used to be the object of pursuit of local girls and female intellectuals. When he saw Hua Mei for the first time, the disdainful mood of many people in front of him suddenly made waves. Since then, I have been longing to come and see my fellow countrymen again and again.

Hua Mei was silent, and Wang Xuehong said: "Gaofeng is close to Guiyang Zunyi, with convenient transportation, a good place." In addition, when the foundation is solidified, there is no need to worry about graduation assignment. You're not tempted at all? "Xuehong, you are very thoughtful for me. Could it really be that time has changed? "The red country has also surrounded several large areas of the Special Economic Zone, what do you say can't be changed?" "yes, if you don't want to change, you have to change." "But, Huamei, you and the one from Shujiang Normal University can't change." "Xuehong, if you think the life of the Cowherd and Weaver Girl is romantic, or I will fulfill the two of you." "Hahaha, you want to escape?" "Dahong hired you?" "It's Sunday surnamed Hou, right?"

Hua Mei pondered for a moment and said: "To borrow a fashionable saying, lovers are not married, and they are free to each other. "You are saying this to justify you, right? It's just that you've forgotten the stories you've told. "Don't worry, ghost girl. No matter who occupies the right time and place, Dahong always occupies the people and the things that belong to him, and in the end no one can take them away. "Who can tell the final thing, so give people a good time, don't torture people."

Shujiang Normal University was drowned in the dawn sky, and the drizzle lingered in front of the window in the river breeze like crying. Dahong tossed and turned all night and didn't fall asleep, thinking in a daze: "Liu Biqiong and Zhou Zhibin have reconciled, Zhu Xiaowen will marry Xie Wei, Huamei has not heard from her for more than half a year, and letters and telegrams have sunk like stones." Tomorrow he and Cao Engui will go to Xinglong Middle School for an internship, and the imminent graduation assignment, Zhu Litang said that if he does not help or obstruct him, he will inevitably be exiled to the countryside. Alas, the most embarrassing thing is to go for a walk by the river, watching others in pairs, Qingqing and me, I and I feel an inexplicable sour feeling in my heart, and I feel that the laughter and eyes of others are full of ridicule and contempt for myself. ”

The wind and rain outside the window are dripping, just like a pillow of lovesick tears.

Zunyi Phoenix Mountain Forest Park, full of green pines and cypresses. A deep path in the forest is paved with yellow, orange and orange pine needles, and a few birds are heard from time to time. Huamei Hou Shangzhi chatted while walking: "Shangzhi, don't you think it's a pity that you lost your professional career in politics?" Hou Shangzhi broke off the small branch and threw it away, saying: "Now there are many 10,000 households, and you can only eat with a professional meal, can you make a fortune?" "I don't understand." "Since ancient times, power and money have been twin brothers." "Life isn't just about money." "Huamei, when we reach this age, we shouldn't lose the utopia of a reckless teenager." "There are some things that you can't lose for life."

Hou Shangzhi was silent for a moment and said, "You think I'm too vulgar, right?" But the vulgar things are precisely the most substantial. "Misunderstanding, it's just that I didn't expect you to grow so fast." "Hahaha, thank you. However, Huamei, people live in the real world, if it is not realistic at all, is there a way to live? The flowers in the mirror painted on the wall have no practical value...... Ah, this is a nice place, let's sit down for a while. ”

Hua Mei sat down and pondered: "Now that people are looking at money, Hou Shangzhi is not wrong." I am like the ideal of the blue sky and white clouds of Dahong, is it really as he said, 'painting cakes on the wall and flowers in the mirror', people live in the real world, which is not realistic at all. ”

Hou Shangzhi looked at Hua Mei's scrutinizing gaze and said: "Hua Mei, it doesn't matter if there are some differences of opinion between each other, the most important thing is that I really love you." This kind of love may be something that people can't lose in their lives. No matter how I change in the future, my love for you will never change. The heavens testify, if I break my promise, the sky will thunder, and I will not die well. He said excitedly and took Hua Mei's hand: "If I insist on being professional, it is impossible to be financially rich, and your health is not good, where can I bear to let you bear the pressure of this life!" ”

Hua Mei's eyes were moist, and he hugged her tightly, and the weeds around him fell down.