Chapter 106: Ichiya Spring

The Spring Festival is approaching, Dahong's insomnia is getting worse and worse, tossing and turning, and he can't sleep late at night. He turned on the light and looked at Hua Mei's letter:

Honey, kiss you.

Thinking that you will be coming soon, and today we finally have our own little room, the more excited we sleep, the fresher we become. So I'll sit under the covers and write you this letter.

My dear, thinking about the winter in the Guizhou Plateau, it is much colder than in the South Sichuan Basin. After all these years of tossing, how can your body stand being too thin, so I used the year-end bonus just issued by the hospital to buy a thick quilt.

My dear, I went out on the streets today, and guess what, I bought you something? Let me tell you, pick out a white jade ashtray for you, which is your favorite color. But taking it home made it difficult for me, and it was always unsatisfactory to swing around. In the end, I decided to put it on the three-cigarette table at the head of the bed, so that when you are tired, you can lie down and smoke.

My dear, you wrote to me that you specially kept a basket of red oranges fresh with pine needles for me, brought during the Spring Festival, and my heart was intoxicated when I thought of it.

My dear, I am so happy!

……

Dahong closed his eyes: warm sunshine, slight wind. Flowers and herbs are glorious, bees and butterflies are shadows. The bamboo forest is verdant, and the thatched huts are faint. Dogs bark and chickens chirp, children cry birds.

Under the mountain, the young woman and the young brought the food to the child, and the farmer in the field put down the plow in his hand. Kiss your wife and kiss your parents, shyly, smiling. The cow looked back and stared, but the weaver girl went down to the dust to weave and live.

On the mountain bag, Dahong wandered with steps: "There is love in the heart of the landscape, and there are often outsiders in the scene." ”

The sun is sinking in the west, the clouds are deserted, the Shu River goes east without humming, and the frogs and insects in Sichun are making trouble in the dusk. There is a lonely shadow in front of the lamp, and the poems and books are burned. Outside the window, the moon buds in the depths are hazy, and the north beams of the south mountains are vague. The good rain sneaks into the night with the wind, and there is a string sound in the ears. The heart flies, the love follows, the angel of happiness, but I want to fall asleep tonight.

The clouds of smoke are gone, the stars are like the sea, and the moon is like a hook.

"Tai Hung ......"

Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, the earth shook and landslided, like a gentle wind and drizzle moistened a dry land.

"Huamei ......"

She rode the clouds over the top of the mountain and slowly came down the East Valley. It is a beautiful flower, overflowing with love from head to toe.

The kiss of love, the kiss of love, with the words of foam. The compulsion of love, the drive of love, the shadow of Luo Tent is alone. The candle goes out and the wind is light, the night is quieter, and the spring ...... is lingering

More than ten days later, the train pulled a long whistle and turned south, the windows let in the dawn sky, the sky gradually faded with makeup, and the knife-like limestone peaks and peaks, a sense of a foreign land spontaneously emerged.

"Come on, pass through the Loushanguan Tunnel, and you will arrive at Zunyi in a flash."

Dahong sighed in his heart: "Ah, it turns out that I am in the hinterland of Da Lou Mountain......"

The sky is strange, the earth is strange, the people are strange, even yourself is strange, only you in your heart are not strangers at all. My chest, it's so hot that I burn my clothes, why don't I burst out of a hole, so that I can pull out the you in my heart and carry it in my arms.

However, you seem to be hiding in the clouds and mist of distant mountains, wandering on the deep paths between the mountains and forests, and drowning in the vast crowd of people.

Alas, I really hate it, I hate that the sun can't afford to sleep behind Dongshan, I hate that the train can't run fast with steel feet and iron legs, and I hate myself even more for why I can't grow wings?

The train stopped at Zunyi Station, and the platform was crowded. Hua Mei's gaze quickly searched for Dahong, who was carrying a basket of red oranges. When you are a few steps apart, stand still with each other. Dahong was silent, and Hua Mei wept.

On the wedding day, except for Wang Xuehong and Lu Tingting, who came early in the morning to be busy, only a few colleagues from the hospital came to congratulate them in the evening.

On a winter night on the Qianbei Plateau, the house without a stove is cold. Dahong looked at Hua Mei with a look of shame, and Hua Mei comforted: "My dear, don't care, I will be content with you!" Dahong hugged her tightly and shed tears. She stroked Dahong's cold face, and her heart secretly felt sour again.

The newlyweds' backs seem to be isolated from the harsh winter, and the fire of love makes each other sweat. Dahong gasped heavily, her mouth was dry, and she foamed at each other.

After a while, Dahong was restless again, and Hua Mei said: "My dear, you are the fifth time tonight, I am very happy, but your body is important." "Our love touches the heavens, it is repenting of owing you and me too much, can it be blessed?" "My dear, you are an eloquent and an infatuated lover. Ah, dear ......"

The union of love and love, spirit and flesh reaches the highest level.

A few days later, Dahong woke up and took her sleeping into his arms, she opened her hazy eyes and looked at the sunlight through the window: "Honey, it's time to get up." "Today, you take turns off, and then comfort your husband." "Honey, you can really fight continuously." "See you're restless...... "But do you know what it is that can defeat the general's millions of soldiers?"

After a while, Dahong's body fell apart in her arms.

"Honey, do you know now?"

"Please give me advice."

"Four words, 'to overcome rigidity with softness' hehehehe."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Honey, don't make a fuss, someone's coming."

A middle-aged man's thick voice sounded outside the door: "Doctor Xu, are you there?" ”