The matchmaker in The West Chamber plays an important role in the whole script, which is quite different from the image of matchmaker in previous literary works. Earlier, I always thought that the matchmaker was the matchmaker, whose role was nothing more than promoting the marriage of a couple, and there was another family combination in the world. And matchmaker is also very special in my feeling. They are well-informed, weather-beaten, wearing bright red satin coats, holding lamps like old women, and their hair is shiny. They usually hold a petite handkerchief in their hands, and their orchid fingers are tilted high. There is a small round mole in the triangle of the face, which is graceful like a willow when walking, making the "three bends" of the limbs enchanting. Of course, we should also bring some gossip, be sharp in speaking, be skillful in using words, observe the words, be able to find the exact source, be persuasive in every sentence, and be considerate and tactful everywhere. When they speak, they can often stir up a lake of water, and their charm reveals sour flattery. ...
The matchmaker played an important role in The West Chamber. She doesn't make a living by her immortal tongue. The matchmaker in West is Yingying's handmaid. Without this handmaid, Yingying and Zhang Sheng can't fly notes in the back garden to express their feelings and trysts. Western matchmakers are brave, frank, witty and sincere. It left a very deep impression on people. After reading The West Chamber, I realized that the matchmaker and the matchmaker are actually worlds apart. Knowing the difference between the two, I no longer dislike being a matchmaker. It is also very pleasant to think that you can give up your wish for others and strive for a long life of ten years for yourself.
I remember last autumn, my aunt gave me a very important task to be a matchmaker.
This matter is more difficult for me.
I can't speak freely. I can't talk like a matchmaker and say the earth upside down, white as black and square as round. Fortunately, my aunt said that the matchmaker is good, children are free to fall in love, and the matchmaker is just a form, a mere formality.
So I had the cheek to be a matchmaker.
It was agreed to leave at six in the morning, and I woke up before five. Open your eyes, the day is not so bright, skid turn up, busy packing yourself, and set off with my cousin.
It's raining in Mao Mao outside, and it soon gets bigger. The wind gives me goose bumps. "Dressing in disorder in February and August." I only wore a slightly thicker skirt, my arms and legs were exposed, and I was a little carsick. I didn't dare to make the window airtight. Autumn, washed away by light rain all the way, is particularly refreshing. Rice that has not yet yellowed nods frequently in the autumn rain, and the grass is still full of vitality without withering. Autumn is not yet deep, and the bleak loneliness has not yet arrived. Another couple will walk into the besieged city in the beautiful golden autumn of October and feel happy for them. Promoting marriage is a step closer to Buddha. Just be merciful and do more.
I wondered what it would be like there all the way. What should I do? My mother-in-law told me that I can pretend to be dumb once today, and don't say anything or do anything, as long as I go. I find it difficult to be dumb, don't I? After all, I am not stupid.
I only regard it as a short trip to see the world. The wind blew obliquely and sent the rain into my arms through the window. It's cold. I regret not wearing it thicker. I held my arms tightly and silently looked at the swaying plants outside. It's not very far. Forty kilometers won't take long. The place from Lu 'an to Hefei is similar to our family's custom, so we can't communicate as I thought. However, except for smiling at others, I never spoke again. Needless to say. My mother-in-law said that. Wait, wait. I stood in the place of 30 shops, looking at the well-planned house, and suddenly felt a primitive and naive incredible. I was at home just now, and now I'm in a place I've never been before, sitting in a house, looking at a strange face. No, we will be relatives in the future. Isn't that strange? The function of matchmaker is really wonderful. Although my contribution is not great, but two people know each other, at least in this family, I am indispensable.
Finally, it's time to go home. The car was driving very fast and the window was wide open. There are many more people now than when they went. I can only sit on the mat by the door, half lying on my ass, and let the drizzle wet my skirt and ankles. Meditate in my heart, even if I don't talk, the matchmaker is also very uncomfortable.
The image of matchmaker in "West" jumped into my mind again. No wonder some people say that the matchmaker is a Guanyin bodhisattva with great compassion. It is no wonder that when a couple enters a besieged city, the matchmaker will live ten years longer. It turns out that being a matchmaker is also very hard! Like me, silence is already miserable. Wouldn't it be more chaotic if both sides had things to turn around?
My second aunt is an honest family, honest and quiet. My second aunt asked me to accompany those who made a special trip to accompany the girls to get engaged, to entertain them well, to satisfy them and to reassure them.
When I got home, I found that my aunt had filled the table with snacks, desserts and fruits. Simple greetings, I will take everyone around. But I still don't say much, just listen to their own interesting stories about work, life and travel. Their dialect is different from ours, and they use words faster. Out of courtesy, I have to listen to them so as not to get a word in. So, I listened carefully. Fortunately, people didn't make things difficult for me or ask me some very personal questions.
Give them snacks when they are obedient, pour them water and peel apples in the kitchen. Finally at noon, my cousin whispered to me that I would arrange today's dinner, and I would accompany them to the hotel alone. I was blindsided, and my mother-in-law said it was no big deal. If my mother-in-law had something to do, I would never have to do this difficult problem today. I took a group of people to a nearby hotel, ordered food and served wine. I take turns drinking with them. Although they seldom drink, I will try my best as the host. After running for two laps, although I didn't drink much, less than one bottle, I was frozen. My stomach is full of cold beer, and it's a little cold in the morning, so I feel dizzy, sleepy and tired when I come back from dinner. Sitting on the side just wants to doze off. Poor thing, after only four hours of rest, his head is big and his eyelids are heavy, but he still has to accompany him. The excitement of engagement finally passed, and I had a fever at night. But I think it's worth it even if you catch a cold.
The matchmaker in The West Chamber is not like me. The matchmaker has a glib tongue and argues with reason. She actively strives for the opportunity of combining Yingying and Zhang Sheng, and refutes the feudal thoughts of the old woman. And in those days, playing the role of Hongyan messenger was beautiful in itself. Perhaps because they can't get it, because of the heavy barriers, the love between Yingying and Zhang Sheng is more precious, and the role of matchmaker is more important. What's like me? There are dispensable figures, pure puppets and an external form of puppets. Does the love between two people have to be mixed with the factor of matchmaker before marriage can be concluded? This matchmaker is neither a matchmaker nor a matchmaker, and the significance of the matchmaker's existence has been greatly reduced. Before long, maybe the word "matchmaker" will only appear in movies or literary works. I hope so.