1: I have been waiting for a kiss for 30 years.
I spent my childhood in a small town in southern California. In the fourth grade of primary school, Nina, an angel girl, jumped in line to my class. We go to school together and go home together every day. I was a naughty egg at that time, but I was shy when I was with Nina.
On Valentine's Day in our sixth grade, my friends and I exchanged cards, but I don't know why we didn't prepare cards for Nina. On the way home, Nina became very silent. When we were about to break up, she took out a pink envelope from her schoolbag, stuffed it into my hand and crossed the road.
I can't wait to run back to my bedroom and carefully open the envelope with a knife: this is a handmade card with a lovely bear on the cover, sparkling stars on the top of my head and many red hearts around it. Open the card, which reads "I love you" with light blue glue and is covered with colorful fluorescent chips. I studied it for half an hour before hiding it in the drawer.
But that night, my brother Mike found this card. He was ecstatic, as if he had discovered a new continent and told everyone the news. Nina and I were in a very awkward position, so we started walking on both sides of the road.
A week later, because of my father's job transfer, we had to move our family to Alaska. At the farewell party held for me by the whole class, I stared at Nina all night. She looked at me with tears in her eyes.
On the way home, Nina sat next to me again and held my hand tightly all the way. After getting off the bus, I went downstairs to my home. Nina turned around and tears flowed to her mouth. Looking at her sad eyes, I tried to control my inner pain. "Nina," I said, shaking Nina's cold little hand, "Take care!"
Nina stood on tiptoe, kissed me deeply on the cheek, and then crossed the road with tears in her eyes. In this way, Nina and I separated. Thirty years later, her petite figure lingers in my mind. On Valentine's Day in 2005, I was on a business trip and looked at the clouds outside the window. An idea jumped out of the clouds: should I go to Nina? I know it's not an impulse. No matter where the wings of fate take her, I am determined to find her.
I called my primary school classmates and got nothing. Later, my lawyer told me that I could ask a search company for help. I received Nina's address and phone number less than an hour after I called. To my surprise, Nina came to Alaska, still in the same city as me.
Are you really going to see her? I asked myself gently, will the sacred memory hidden deep in my heart be disappointed by reality? But if I stop here, then the rest of my life will be like wandering on the edge of a cliff, never at ease.
I didn't call Nina. Only by expressing it in words can I express it thoroughly without panic.
"Dear Nina," I finally picked up my pen, "I hope you haven't forgotten me …" I spent nearly an afternoon writing this letter and handed it to the courier company.
The next night, the phone suddenly rang.
"Of course I remember."
It's Nina's voice. No matter how big it changes, I can react at the first time.
"Nina? ! "
"You have a snow-white dog, which is very tall and big, but I am not afraid of it at all."
"yes."
"You wear that gray Klandt jacket to school every day, and you don't want to take it off even if you are sweating."
"yes! That's right. "
"You made faces at the bus stop to make me happy, because I had a lot of ugly pimples on my face during that time."
Of course I remember how many times I rehearsed making faces in advance.
We talked for over an hour, and we all laughed when Mike played tricks on us. Suddenly, Nina lost her voice, and my tears flowed on my smiling face. Later, she talked happily about her work, her husband and two children, and I praised my wife. Finally, we agreed to meet this Saturday afternoon.
"Are you Mr. Thomson?" When I was sitting at the reservation table, a waiter came up to me and said, I nodded.
"Miss Nina called just now and said that she had something to delay for an hour. Please forgive me. "
This is undoubtedly good news for me. These days, my internal organs seem to be in a mess. I just use this hour to relax. I walked out of the restaurant and slowly strolled into the street, wondering why Nina was late. The weather is cool, and the breeze from time to time soothes my mood. Suddenly, there seems to be a flash of light in my mind-why am I so eager to satisfy my selfish fantasy with a set reality? I said to myself, now that I know Nina well, isn't it better to store a beautiful fantasy than to face the established reality?
Across the street, I found a stationery store and bought stationery, blue glue and some colorful fluorescent chips. On a stone step, I squatted down and wrote:
Nina, I believe we will have a wonderful evening. However, I have to give up this beautiful moment that is coming. I really want to say to you, Nina, thank you for the Valentine's Day card you sent me a long time ago. You let a boy have a real Valentine's Day for the first time. That card is incomparable to all the beautiful gifts in the world. Nina, I will always remember you and the girl who sent me the first Valentine's Day card. I wish you happiness!
Love, Chuck.
I drew Nina's name on the envelope with glue, sprinkled colored fluorescent sheets on it and waited for it to dry slowly.
Back at the hotel, I left a meaningful kiss on the envelope, which I returned to Nina 30 years later. With a very warm heart, I put the envelope on the table and walked out the door gently.
2. "Hard of hearing" couples' secrets
There are neighbors who have lived with my family for many years, and the couple live a simple life.
In this life, the stories that happened to them are very ordinary. But there is a story that is not simple, and that is the name between them. When a husband calls his wife, he always says the same thing: "Hey, deaf." When a wife calls her husband, she always says, "Hey, hard of hearing."
In fact, until now, their ears are not deaf and they have no backs.
They have been calling each other that since childhood. No one knows the origin of the couple's special nickname. Nobody asked, and there is no need to ask. There must be a secret in this, maybe it's about the love between husband and wife.
Once, I went to their house when I was young. When a woman is ill, men give her medicine. The man crushed two white tablets and put them in a small spoon. Then, the man carefully scooped some hot water from the cup, put it on his mouth and blew it gently. Then he slowly reached the spoon to the woman's lips and said, "Hey, deaf, be careful not to burn yourself."
That was the first time I heard a man say "hello, deaf" to a woman. It may sound strange.
The man works in the county tax bureau and the woman teaches in the primary school. It is said that they were fashionable when they were young, and they were "talked about" without the guidance of the matchmaker. I also heard that men used to ride bicycles everywhere at that time. But where men go, women follow. People say these two men are crazy.
The two lunatics finally came together. Married, became a family, became our neighbors.
I often hear their mantra. The man said, "hey, deaf, don't move." I'll do this job. " The woman said, "Hey, hard of hearing, come here quickly. This thing smells good. Take a bite. "
One day, just after work, it began to rain cats and dogs, with lightning and thunder. Knowing that the man didn't bring rain gear, the woman quickly sent a poncho to the man by bike. As a result, there were no men at the door of the tax bureau. The doorman said that the man had just left. The woman quickly turned back and looked for her husband in all the shadows running in the rain. However, she couldn't find it anyway. As a result, the woman was distracted, ran into the guardrail on the side of the road and fell in the mud.
Lying in the hospital bed, the woman knew that the man had come to meet her at school. They walked on different roads, so no one saw anyone. The woman said, I am close to home, why should I ask you to answer it? The man smiled and said nothing. The woman hit him hard to make him talk on purpose. The man couldn't help saying, "There is too much thunder today. I am afraid that you are afraid. " The woman said angrily, "You are hard of hearing."
In fact, the woman didn't fall badly, but stayed in the hospital bed on purpose. When coming home from the hospital, women want men to wait on them, but men don't bother. They waited carefully until the woman had enough trouble.
Neighbors know and say, this pair. Then, everyone praised it.
The couple have a son and a daughter, both of whom have been admitted to the university. When children grow up, they are not called "mom and dad" but also "hard of hearing". The old couple are full of promises and smiles, like blooming chrysanthemums.
From spring to summer, from autumn to winter, it seems that the couple have never had conflicts. The example of the neighborhood Committee to mediate other people's emotional disputes will always be the couple, and they have become the examples of all couples.
Now, the couple are a little old. The old woman's legs and feet are inconvenient, so the man bought an electric tricycle and took her wherever she wanted to go. Men cut their hair or let women cut it. Only when getting a haircut, women are more careful, because men have pimples on their heads from time to time. She was afraid of her negligence, and hair clipper touched his pimple and hurt him.
That couple, I should call them fifth uncle and fifth aunt. For many years, many people have wondered why they should call each other that way. Among them, there must be attractive secrets. I went back to my hometown several times and wanted to ask Aunt Wu, but I didn't go after all. If I really go, WuSao will definitely smile and simply say nothing. I should be deaf, and he should be hard of hearing. Then, WuSao looked happy.
3. The story of me and her in Snow Country
I met her on my way to Snow Country. The road to the snow country is naturally romantic and snow-white. I can't figure out why there are only two of us in the carriage of that train, but there are many people in other carriages.
I turned back to the back of the car, and several times, no one came. "Don't you suddenly so good quality. Would you rather sit than come and lie down? " You know, this is rare in China.
I have no choice but to sit by myself. Stranger still, I'm not sleepy. This is different in peacetime. Usually by train, there are too many people, and I have to sleep when there are too many people. But today, I am not sleepy anyway.
I looked out of the window, the train roared by, and snowflakes flew from both sides of the wheels, as if spreading their wings. Make people sitting on the train particularly comfortable. Moreover, the cedars on both sides keep falling snow, just like birds flying down to follow this train to the snow country, so the whole scene is more lively.
But after a long time, my eyes can't stand it. I decided not to go. At this time, I couldn't help it again. Look at the back. There is still no one coming from the carriage over there. The girl in the back is still looking out of the window.
I have thought about it several times, and I feel that I am not a reserved person. Why don't you say hello?
So I sat opposite the girl. Hardly had I sat down when the girl said, "I knew you would come." I smiled and asked, "Why?"
The girl just looked at me and said calmly, "Because you are a man." Okay, I didn't say anything. Because she's right. Because I'm a man.
I saw her face with short black hair and big eyes. I kind of want to laugh. He said, "Do you know Memphis? You look like her. Ha ha. I really like it. "
The girl also smiled: "Then you should be careful. I am a vampire! Drakula is my father. " Her smile is shy and her eyes are like snow outside the window. Although beautiful, she always seems to be hiding something.
I asked, "Aren't you afraid of the cold when you go to Snow Country this season?" The girl asked, "What are you going to do? Aren't you afraid this season? "
I don't know what to say. The fact is the same. So he pretended to be literary and said, "I want to write a poem." Although it is cold and snowy, you can still write. When spring comes and the snow melts, I can't write. "
The girl listened and said nothing. Instead, I unscrewed the thermos cup in my hand and poured a small cup to drink. Only then did I notice that her hands were not as smooth as her face.
I said, "Let me see your hands." She paused. Usually girls will ask, "Why?" But she didn't. I just reached out and looked forward to it.
I held her hand and looked at the lines. He said, "My hands are softer than yours." She listened, subconsciously drew back her hand. He said, "Yes, my hand didn't go to Snow Country to write poems. How can it be compared with the hand that writes poetry? "
When she finished this sentence, she looked very wronged. I can't help laughing. I couldn't help laughing. At this time, I found someone looking at another car with a probe. Laughed, too She didn't laugh, but held the glass tightly.
I saw her face, as if it were my fault. I couldn't help laughing loudly. She finally couldn't hold back, put her hand over her mouth, bent down and laughed. I want to say, "hug if you want." But I laughed too hard to speak. She smiled, too, covering her stomach with laughter. He struggled and said, "You are going to laugh to death." Say that finish, also hit my shoulder with the hand.
In this way, I held back my laughter and slowly recovered my calm. He held out his hand and said, "My name is Adam."
She laughed again. Haha: "You want to die. I'm still Eve. You Adam. " . I held back my laughter and said seriously, "Really, my name is Adam. My parents haven't read the Bible. "
She retorted, "I haven't seen it either. But I know the story of Adam and Eve. " I said, "Okay."
"Don't say yes to me." She said. "Don't say yes to me, please. You can always. That's it. " She added. I couldn't refute it, but I nodded.
From what she said and the feelings in her eyes, I know that she really hates these words. The cold outside the window seems to be stronger, and at this moment, it has penetrated into the window. I shuddered. She pushed the cup into my hand and said, "I have a secret."
"I know." I looked at her and said. She didn't move and looked at me quietly. "You're not going to write poetry, also don't want to see the scenery. Snow country has no ideal for you. Snow country is the terminal of this train, right? "
She smiled and said, "Yes. Snow country is the terminal of this train. " Then there is silence. After a short silence, she said, "Do you know about blind date?" I shook my head.
"Have you ever given birth to a child? Did your wife have a baby? "
"I am not married."
She listened, holding my hand in one hand. Put it on your mouth and kissed it gently. Say, "Here's your reward. You are a clever man. You are too old to get married. You are a clever man. I want to sleep with you. "
"You are not going to the snow country to write poetry? Be sure to write a poem called Blind Date. Be sure to write it out. Show it to other girls. Let people all over the world see it. " She said.
"What about the content?" I know perfectly well past ask. She raised her hands, palms facing me. "See? This is the content. My hands are not as soft as yours. You are white. I am a woman. You are a man. Isn't that enough? Look at the messy texture, sometimes I am afraid myself. "
I nodded. Q: "Does he often hit you?" She shook her head and whispered, "No, I hit him. He is a * * *. He cut himself in front of you. What can you do? Can you watch him hurt himself? Let him die? Once I drank pesticides, I was almost hopeless. Do you know? "
"He not only hurt himself, but also threatened you, threatening you with your parents. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? My son is very stupid. But you're not born stupid. Do you know why? "
"It's him. It's him. " She repeated such words.
"Then why not divorce?" I can only ask this question. "You don't understand. You're not married. You don't understand. You didn't get married in the countryside You don't understand. No matter how we divorce, we don't have a marriage certificate. It is said that marriage is not recognized by law without a marriage certificate. But why? That's it. You can't get married like this? "
I began to understand what she called "blind date". It should be in the countryside, there is no direction without marriage, and there is no direction for divorce. Like, it's no use having eyes. Completely blind. So it's called "blind date"
"Your parents cry with you and ask you to live with him. Do you know why? " The girl asked.
I nodded. "You don't understand. You don't know what blind date is. You don't know what kindness is and what love is! "
"Then what is a blind date?" I asked.
She paused as if thinking about how to express it. After a while, she said, "Eight years ago, I was 20 years old. I don't know anything. Pregnant. I don't know what marriage is, because of the children, I got married. The baby was born and I almost died. I still don't know anything. His parents hate me, and he does nothing all day. Do you know what I have done for the children? I have compromised with myself countless times. The child was stupid, so I finally left. I arrived in the big city. You know that. What do I live on alone? I have big breasts. Men like big breasts. Right? "
"I haven't divorced. I spend the New Year with myself. After eating instant noodles for a month, I have to send money to my children. My family laughed at me and my friends laughed at me. I left him, but I didn't divorce, because his creditors would find me and threaten to take my stupid son away. Ha ha. Do you think I'm beautiful? Not bad, right? "
"Know what a blind date is? You can't see that person, yourself, his family, his parents, the eyes of his brothers and sisters, his son's future and his own future. It all started with marriage. I was fucking killed by a blind date. So when you say write poetry, I know you are more educated than me. I graduated in the second fucking year. But I can see a person clearly by drilling my eyes. "
"Just like when you first came, I said you would definitely come." She said so, but she was not excited. I guess this is not the first time she has said these words.
"You are educated. You tell me what a happy marriage is and what love is. What should I do? Why do others play with my kindness as a ball? " She took a sip of water, probably because she drank too much. I choked and coughed a few times.
I stood up and patted her. She didn't speak. When she looked up again, I saw tears in her eyes.
"I didn't expect me to cry." She wiped her tears. "I thought my tears had dried up." She added.
I don't know how to answer her question. I said, "Do you know why I don't get married? Because I don't know myself. My woman has shed tears like you. She cried because of me. I'm afraid of making a woman like you. I am * * *. I dare not get married. I seem to only love myself. I'm afraid of what you call blind date. This is not much different from having culture and not having culture. "
She nodded and smiled. I don't know why I laugh. I suddenly realized one thing. I quickly added: "I am very happy. My life is perfect. "
I added: "Some people say that marriage is like a besieged city. People outside the besieged city want to go in and people inside want to go out. "
The girl thought for a moment and said, "Marriage is not a besieged city. Marriage is a maze. This is very interesting. "
"By the way, can you tell me, is there anyone in my life who doesn't marry, fall in love or * * *?" The girl asked me like this.
I thought about it and said, "No, they are all people with feelings. How can you not fall in love, not * * *? Even if you fall in love with yourself, it is a kind of love. There is a woman in a man's body and a man in a woman's body. But many people don't get married. For example, some people named Newton, Cavendish, Nietzsche, Brenitz and Schopenhauer. These people are not married and have no children. "
Hearing this, the girl nodded and said, "So many people are unmarried. They are all smart people. "
I didn't speak. Just look at her quietly. She looked at me too. For a long time, she said, "Do you know? A person and a person really have telepathy. When I see your face, I want to say anything. Your appearance seems to have appeared in my dream. I should have met you earlier. Do you believe it? "
I nodded. At this time, the train arrived at the station, and the radio said, "Dear passengers, the Snow Country has arrived. Have a nice trip. Welcome to take the bus next time. "
The girl adjusted her hair, stood up and said, "Time flies, the snow country has arrived."
I nodded and stood up, but I felt heavy. I finally asked, "When will you go back?"
"I escaped. Do you think I want to go back? " She saw me not talking. Ask again: "What about you? Will you get married? "
"Yes, maybe I came to the snow country, not to write poetry. It's about marriage. She has been to Snow Country. Let me see if the snow in this snow country can really leave my lover's footprint like the legend. "
The girl smiled. Said, "this is the snow country. There is a legend that attracts so many people. Do you think people are stupid? "
"Yes, people are stupid. But you really won't go? " I kept asking, and I felt it my duty to ask.
She waved at my naughty prank. I leaned down and she whispered in her ear, "If I hadn't met you, maybe I wouldn't have gone back. But when I do, I will go back. I suddenly realized that truly free people are free everywhere. You came to Snow Country to find something. I came to Snow Country to throw things. You must remember to write me a poem called Blind Date. Of course, dear. "
After that, she followed the crowd and walked into the vast snow country. Snow country looks slimmer, more attractive and more beautiful at this time.
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