Some educated youth can't stand the wind and rain and left us forever. I'm afraid only people our age know what they suffered when they were young.
Last time, I struggled to find the calf I knew when I jumped the queue-my old Geng. His life now worries me.
At the moment, it's raining outside the window. I don't know if the river will skyrocket, but some thoughts in my heart are surging in my mind like a flood. Through the lonely lamp at the bedside, I seem to see the ancient village again, with simple farmers sweating like rain and old Geng working hard.
Old Geng is old. He would rather keep the deserted yard and earn 1000 yuan than live with me. He is trying to exert the residual heat of his family, but how long can his residual heat last? Why don't you consider yourself?
As for Lao Geng's attitude, I discussed it with my best friend. She said: "It is impossible for your old Geng not to want to be with you, but he is a little inferior and can't lift his head with you." Although what he is doing now is a job that makes you feel distressed, at least he has proved himself to be a valuable person. Don't think too much. Everyone has his own way of life. Perhaps he doesn't feel how hard it is to live. "
Maybe she's right. As for the fact that he cherishes my skirt, he always has me in his heart, but he never dares to confess to me. This is inferiority complex. If he had bravely confessed to me, maybe I would have married him.
In retrospect, he gave me a hint, but I didn't understand it at that time.
It was the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and my friends and I were sitting on the grain drying field enjoying the moon. He came over and smiled and asked, "Are you homesick? I will send you some moon cakes. "
Every holiday season, we educated youth go to the countryside away from our parents and say that we don't miss home. This is false. We ate the moon cakes he sent us, and we cried when we ate them. We are so homesick.
That's moon cakes made by rural people themselves. It's hard with sesame seeds on it. I felt so bad that I couldn't taste anything, but I said thank you to him anyway.
"Like to eat more. I still have some at home. I'll get some more. " He is not good at talking, watching us eat in tears, not knowing what words to comfort us, and going home to get moon cakes.
"No, calf, we are full and can't eat any more." I said to him.
"hmm." He didn't leave, just stood awkwardly.
Everyone is in a bad mood. They ate the moon cakes in their hands like stones. No one spoke again, got up and went back to his residence.
"Mavericks, thank you for your moon cakes. We're going back. You should go home and go to bed early. " An educated youth said to him.
"Very good." He answered, but did not leave.
When we left the threshing floor, he suddenly called me, "Xiaofeng."
I looked back at him and asked, "What's the matter, calf?"
"No,no." He stammered a little and was obviously nervous.
"Go home, let's go." I finished going back to the dormitory with my friends.
After experiencing emotional twists and turns, I realized that he wanted to talk to me alone that night, but I didn't understand what he meant.
On another occasion, he asked me a puzzling sentence.
"Xiaofeng, do you believe there really are cowherd and weaver girls in the world?" He asked.
"That's just a story. How can this happen in the world? " I said.
"Hey, I think you look like a weaver girl." He said with a smirk.
"If I were a weaver girl, I could fly to the sky," I said with a smile.
"That is, that is." He didn't say anything.
After careful consideration, I felt that there was something in his mouth because there was a word "cow" in his name. Do you compare yourself to a cowherd and me to a weaver girl? If so, I hope he and I will become cowherd and weaver girl in the story, but I don't think that simple and honest man can have that kind of imagination, and he can't express himself to me in a metaphorical way. It's just that I think too much.
Years later, when I met him, I really understood that he really liked me. In fact, I felt it, too, but I didn't welcome his love, but I was confused by myself.
Now, a lonely lamp is with me, and I feel it is my fault that I didn't cherish his love.
Some people say that a person who does not confess easily is the most sincere person and the most reliable person. My old Geng is such a person.
Lao Geng loves me so sincerely and deeply, and I realize it now, a little late.
Based on this, my best friend advised me to see Lao Geng again, advised him to stop guarding the courtyard gate and live comfortably with his sweetheart for a few days. Will he change his attitude if I really go?
I met an old man who came to the city from the countryside the other day. He is still sweeping the streets in his 60s, earning 1800 yuan every month. I asked him: "You are so old, don't earn this hard money, there is plenty of money, take a rest."
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "No, it's much easier than farming in my hometown. I am a restless person. If I don't work, I will feel uncomfortable here and there. "
"Then you really work hard." I said.
"Not bitter, just sweeping the floor." Far from being pessimistic, he is cheerful.
Old people in rural areas, whether staying in rural areas or coming to cities, just can't rest. It seems that once they stop working, life will be meaningless, and I can only sigh.
Isn't my old Geng such a person? He works hard for his children and his life. How can I make him free to accompany me to fulfill his youthful wish?
Perhaps, it is precisely because Lao Geng has such a personality that I will miss him and keep him in my heart. I was intoxicated by his earthy fragrance. When I think of him, my youth never seems to die.
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