I read a story, which I read in the reader:
I am an orphan. Maybe it is the result of favoring boys over girls, or maybe it is a man who loves a woman but cannot be responsible. product.
It was Zheye who picked me up and took me home.
That year when he implemented the policy and returned to the city from the countryside, he saw me, a beautiful, quiet little baby girl, surrounded by many people, beside the garbage dump at the station. He stepped forward and the baby girl looked at me. He smiled brightly.
He gave me a home and a beautiful name, Tao Yao. Later he said that my smile was worthy of being praised as a peach and shining brightly.
Zheye's life was extremely miserable. His parents were both scholars who returned to China, but they did not escape the cultural catastrophe. They both died in anger. Zheye was naturally not immune. He was sent to the countryside and Lao Yan, his girlfriend who has been in love for many years, breaks up. He was lonely from then on until he picked me up when he returned to the city at the age of 35.
I call Zheye uncle.
My childhood memories are not too unpleasant. Just get rid of one thing.
When I was in school, several naughty male classmates called me a "bastard". I went home crying and told Zheye. The next day Zheye specially picked me up from school and asked the boys: Who said she was a bastard? When the little boy saw the tall and burly Zheye, he didn't dare to say anything. Zheye sneered: If anyone says that again next time, if I hear it, I'll beat him up! Some people muttered that she was either your child or a bastard. Zheye held my hand and turned around and smiled: But I treasure her more than my biological daughter. If you don’t believe me, who can stand up and show me whose clothes are as beautiful as hers? Whose shoes and bag look better than hers? She drinks milk and eats bread every morning. What do you eat? The children were immediately discouraged.
Since then, no one has ever called me a bastard. When I get older, I always laugh when I think about this.
My life is much luckier than that of ordinary orphans.
My favorite place is the study room. The room is full of books, and Zheye’s desk is under the large bright window. When the sun shines, his majestic silhouette focused on work is like a backlit painting. I always look for books to read by myself, and when I find them, I sit on the sofa. After a while, Zheye would look back at me. His smile was warmer than the sunshine outside the window in winter. When I got tired of reading, I lay on his shoulder and quietly watched him draw pictures and write articles.
He laughed: When you grow up, you want to do my job too?
I curled my lips: I don’t want it, I’m so tan and dirty.
Ah, I forgot to mention that Zheye is a construction engineer. But the wind and sun did not damage his appearance at all. He is always elegant, neat and personable.
Intermittently, it is not that no woman wants to enter Zheye's life.
When I was eight years old, once, Zheye almost wanted to discuss marriage with a woman. The woman is a teacher, smart and beautiful. I don't know why I don't like her, I always feel that the smile on her face seems to be attached to me. When Zheye is there, she smiles sweetly and gently to me, but when Zheye is not there, the smile disappears like a magic trick. I'm afraid of her. One day I was reading a picture book on the balcony, and she asked me: Where are your biological parents? Never came to see you once? I was stunned, looking at her not knowing what to say. She clicked her tongue twice and said, "This kid is stupid. No wonder they don't want you." I was stunned, and suddenly Zheye came over with a livid face, took my hand and went back to the room without saying anything.
At night I cried alone in the quilt. Zheye came in, hugged me and said, don't be afraid, Yaoyao won't cry.
Later that woman stopped coming to our house.
Later I heard Zheye’s good friend Qiu Fei ask him, why did they break up again? Zheye said that this woman's heart is not right. If you marry her, Yaoyao will not have a good life in the future. Qiu Fei said, you still can't forget Ye Lan. Eight-year-old me remembered this name firmly. When I got older, I learned that Ye Lan was Zheye's girlfriend back then.
We have always depended on each other. Zheye handled everything very well, including allowing me to pass my adolescence smoothly and healthily.
After I was admitted to college, because the school was far away from home, I lived on campus and only went home on weekends.
Zheye sometimes asks me: Do you have a boyfriend? I always laugh and say nothing. There are a few outstanding boys in the school who always like to hang around me, but I don't like any of them: A is tall and handsome, but his grades are third-rate; B has good homework and good eloquence, but his appearance is really ordinary; C I have good looks and good looks, but my temperament is like a reckless man...
I rarely talk to male classmates. In my eyes, they are all naive and superficial. They have no time to show their best side when they are in front of others. They are too traceable and lose their stability.
On my twentieth birthday, Zheye’s gift to me was a ruby ??ring. Zheye had already started buying this kind of sporadic jewelry for me. He said: As girls grow older, they need a few decent things to decorate. After dinner, he walked with me to the mall. If I liked anything, he would buy it right away.
After returning to school, I found that my classmates liked to talk about me behind my back. I don't care either. Because of my life experience, I am used to people talking about me.
Until one day a good female classmate stopped me in private: They said you have a boyfriend who is much older than you? I'm confused: Who said that? She said: It is said that several people saw you and him walking in the mall and they were very affectionate! No wonder you look down on these poor boys. It turns out you are following Brother Kong Fang! I thought for a moment, my face slowly turned red, and after a while I smiled and said: They misunderstood.
I have no explanation. Sitting quietly reading a book, the heat on my face never fades.
Go home on the weekend and clean as usual. Zheye's room is very clean, and a woolen sweater he often wears is placed on the edge of the bed. It was a beige-colored one with a bottle collar. When I bought it, I originally looked at a gray sweetheart collar, so I picked this one. At that time Zheye smiled and said, OK, it's up to you. It seems that Xiao Yaoyao thinks I'm old and wants me to dress younger.
I folded the clothes slowly, smiling and thinking about some trivial things.
In the next period of time, I found that Zheye was in very good spirits. He walked briskly and briskly, and occasionally I heard him humming some songs, which was a bit like the way I was when I was admitted to college. I wonder.
On Friday I received a call from Zheye, asking me to go home early and go out to have dinner with him.
He shaved and changed clothes. I wonder: Someone helped you introduce a girlfriend? Zheye smiled: I'm already an old man, so what girlfriend do I have to talk about? It's your Uncle Qiu, and there is another old friend who has been with me for many years. You can just call her Auntie Ye later.
I know, it must be Ye Lan.
Zheye told me on the way that he had contacted Ye Lan through Qiu Fei some time ago. Her husband passed away a few years ago. It felt okay to meet again this time. If there were no accidents, they would be together. Getting ready for marriage.
I responded casually, and gradually felt cold in my feet, slowly spreading upwards.
When I arrived at the hotel, I looked at Ye Lan objectively: she was slightly fat, but not bloated, and there was still a bit of youthful charm between her eyebrows. Compared with women of the same age, she undoubtedly still had Advantageous. But standing next to the handsome Zheye, she looks much older.
She is very kind to me, very kind, and she looks like she loves her house and everything.
When I got home, Zheye asked me: What do you think of Aunt Ye? I said: You all plan to get married, of course I said yes.
I didn’t fall asleep until early in the morning with my eyes open.
I got sick when I got back to school. I had a fever and refused to attend class. I felt light-headed and finally collapsed in the classroom.
When I woke up, I was lying in the hospital, hanging a sling bottle, and Zheye was sitting next to me reading.
I smiled tiredly: Where am I? Zheye came to touch my head nervously: I finally woke up, the viral cold turned into pneumonia, you kid, you are always careless. I laughed: If you get sick, what can you do to be careful?
In addition to going to work, Zheye is also in the hospital. Whenever he wakes up from a slumber, he immediately searches for his person. He must see him immediately to feel at ease. I heard him talking to Ye Lan on the phone: Yaoyao is ill and I won't be free these days. I'll contact you when she gets better. I smiled sadly, if I could get him to watch over me every day if I was sick, then I might as well not be sick for a long time.
I stayed in the hospital for a week before going home. Zheye set up a sofa at the door of my room and would lie on it at night. If I made the slightest movement, he would get up to visit.
I remembered that when I was younger, my little bed was placed in Zheye’s room. I wanted to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, so I fumbled around by myself, but Zheye always heard me soon. , turned on the light for me and said: Yaoyao, be careful. I didn't sleep by myself until I was in elementary school.
Ye Lan bought a lot of flowers and fruits to visit me. I thanked her politely. The food she cooked was delicious, but I couldn't eat it. I went back to the room early and lay down.
I dream. I dreamed that Zheye and Ye Lan finally got married. They were both very young. Ye Lan looked very beautiful in her white gauze, and I, a big man like me, actually played the role of a flower girl. Zheye smiled happily, but did not look back at me. I could clearly smell the fragrance of lilies coming from the bride's bouquet... I sat up suddenly and woke up. After a while, he lay back down again and closed his eyes in despair.
In the darkness, I heard Zheye walk in, and then the small bedside lamp turned on. He sighed: What did you dream about? Crying so hard. I pretended to be asleep, but my tears were like leaking faucets, dripping from the corners of my eyes to my ears. Zheye's warm fingers scratched those tears again and again, but they couldn't stop.
This illness lasted for more than ten days. After recovery, Zheye and I both lost a lot of weight. He said: It's better to go home and live there. There are so many people in the same dormitory at school and the air is not good.
He drives me around on his motorcycle every day.
With her face pressed against his back, her heart was always filled with joy and sorrow.
Ye Lan never came to our house again. After a long, long period of time, I was convinced that Ye Lan, like the female teacher, was a thing of the past.
I graduated successfully and found a job.
I lived happily and peacefully, with no distractions, just me and Zheye. Since I can't say anything, it's okay to maintain the status quo.
But God refuses to give me such long-term happiness.
Zheye fainted at the construction site. The doctor diagnosed him with late-stage liver cancer. I was in agony, but I still calmly asked the doctor: How many days are left? The doctor said: One year, maybe a little longer.
I took Zheye home. He is not bedridden. I go to work during the day and take care of him for an hour. I take care of him myself at noon and night.
Zheye smiled and said: Look, it’s all dragging me down. I was supposed to be going out on a date with my boyfriend.
I laughed too: Boyfriend? That's not just waiting for a long time.
After dinner every day, Zheye and I went out for a walk. I held his arm. Apart from being thinner than before, he is still tall and handsome. In the eyes of outsiders, this is not a picture of a family. Only I can see the cruel reality under the beautiful appearance. I am sober and sad, and I can clearly see that the last days of Zheye and I are disappearing rapidly day by day.
Zheye lived a peaceful life as usual. Read books and design drawings. The hourly worker said that he spent most of his time in the study every day.
I like the study more and more. After meals, they always make a cup of tea each, sit opposite Zheye, and play a game of chess and poker. Then help Zheye organize his information. He stipulated that there was a stack of things that I was not allowed to move. I'm curious. Finally one day I took a peek while he was away.
Those are several large and thick diaries.
"Yaoyao has two front teeth. I went to pick her up after get off work. She staggered and rushed towards me to hold her."
"Yaoyao made a wish for Uncle Zheye on her tenth birthday. Forever young. I am so happy, Xiaoyaoyao, she is really the solution to my lonely life."
"I was surprised when I sent Yaoyao off to register at the university today. She took the lead in everything. She has grown into a beautiful girl, and I am getting old. I hope her life will not be as lonely as mine."
"Qiu Fei told me about Ye Lan's current situation, but the meeting was not as exciting as I imagined. Yearning. She has aged a lot, but she has not changed her elegance when she was young. "
"Yao Yao Pneumonia keeps calling my name when she wakes up. But she only shed tears for me. I was shocked. I didn’t expect that marrying Ye Lan would have such a big impact on her.”
“After sending Yaoyao back to school, she felt cold on her back, so she took off her clothes. I checked my clothes and found that they were very wet."
"The doctor announced that I have one year left to live, but Yaoyao is a big deal to me. After I die, how to let her live a healthy and happy life is my first consideration."
...
I held the diary and burst into tears. It turns out he knows, it turns out he knows.
In a few days, the stack of notebooks will disappear. I know Zheye has already dealt with it. He didn't want me to know that he knew what was on my mind, but he didn't know that I already knew it.
Zheye left in the spring of the second year. Before he died, he held my hand and said: I originally wanted to hand you over to a good boy, but when he helped you put on the ring before leaving, it was too late.
I smile. He forgot about my ring, which he bought for me when I was twenty.
There is a letter from him in the desk drawer. It contains a few short sentences: Yaoyao, I’m gone. You can miss me, but don’t think about me all the time. It’s right for you to live a peaceful and peaceful life. My greatest comfort. uncle.
I didn’t cry my head off.
When I woke up in the middle of the night, I seemed to still hear him saying: Yaoyao, be careful.
When I was sorting things out in the study, I found a dusty clay pot in the corner of the cabinet. It was very simple and interesting. I took it out, washed it, and was stunned. There was no decoration on it. , there are only four sentences in Yan style: You were born before I was born, and I was born before you were old. I wish I could live with you at the same time, but I will be with you every day.
At this moment, my tears began to pour down unbridled.