Love in the Meiyu period

many years ago, I lived on the outskirts of my hometown county for a while. At that time, shortly after I graduated from college, I was doing a job I didn't like. I wanted to take the postgraduate entrance examination, but my family forbade it, so I secretly quit my job and went back to my hometown to stay with my former boyfriend. His family does simple manual work, buying oak trees from the mountains, machining them into hoes and spades, and selling them to farm tools stores. At that time, she was no longer allowed to go up the mountain to harvest trees in the county, so his parents moved to a faraway country, where they bought a family's house to do work, but their building was empty. When he heard that I wanted a quiet place to review, he generously offered to lend me the house. We weren't together yet. We were classmates in high school. We used to like each other, but we just never explained it seriously. When I was in college, I was far apart and shy. I wrote a few letters on and off in the first two years, and then I stopped hearing from him. 

By this time, I hadn't seen him for five years. When I went back to the county town, he came to pick me up, and we were both very embarrassed. He took me to the house on a motorcycle. the road was much farther than I thought. it took him about half an hour to finally get to the village. Push open the red paint peeling door, inside the barren grass almost knee-deep, kitchen side of a few peonies has passed the flowering period, scorched flowers in the branches, gently twist with the hand to turn into powder. The building is so large and new that it has been almost uninhabited since it was built. After showing me the kitchen, my room, and how to pump water to solar energy, he told me to lock the door at night so as not to let the bad guys in, and then hurried back to the country on his motorcycle. I live here. I ride my bike to the high school library to read books during the day and come back in the evening. Because of fear, he locked the door tightly every day before dark and hid in the room upstairs, often without saying a word all day. We sent text messages sooner or later, and both of us were very careful. The name of this place is "Tangxia". There is indeed a round pond in the village, and there are many maple poplars by the water. In front of a large wasteland, plant a persimmon tree, a big rose, behind the house is also a clearing, there is a well, near the well on the wall, is a pot of cactus. Outside the fence is the paddy field. After a few days, he took the time to see me, looked through the window, and went into his old bungalow that had not been torn down nearby, looking for the old photos in the drawer to show me. There are few photos, only one from junior high school, very black and thin, looking very silent. And the old materials from high school are all there. At that time, he was a representative of mathematics, and his grades were excellent, but I was so poor in math that I often failed. Today, I can finally look through this person's math data curiously, only to find that many questions have not been done, or an answer has been written directly next to it, which is completely unlike my book at that time, which is full of process. I can't help but be disappointed, he said with a smile. It's very simple. There's no need to write about the process. After reading it, he turned it out again from the window and stood at the door of the old house. He said, "when I graduated from high school, you jokingly told me that maybe I would come to your house one day to play with you. Later that summer vacation, I often stood at this door and waited. I hope to see you suddenly one day, but you didn't come in the end." I was surprised and remembered what I had said before because I could not be free and afraid, and I did not succeed in the end. I said, "Sorry, I was a little afraid of you before, and I couldn't go to my classmate's house to play, so I didn't come." We rode to the county together and took him to the station. On the way, he bought a big watermelon and sent it to my boss and asked me to get it when I went back. I was very happy but very guilty. At that time, we were all very poor. Watermelons had just been on the market. It cost a few cents a jin, and a watermelon cost more than 20 yuan. For me at that time, it was too expensive. It took me a lot of effort to finally put the watermelon into my schoolbag. It was very heavy. I rode my bike, worried that the belt of my schoolbag would be broken, and finally got to the house. 

The watermelon and the schoolbag were still fine. Cut a small half and send it to his little aunt's house next door for the children to eat. It was getting dark and it began to rain heavily at night. I sat in my room and slowly ate the other half of the watermelon. The watermelon was so big that it could not be finished. In the end, it was a pity to throw it away. One evening, he was lonely, so he followed his example, opened the window, turned the window, and went into the old house. I opened the drawer to see the previous picture, but I couldn't find it. Like an attempted thief, I had to climb out of the window and jump onto the foundation of the cement yard, only to see that the cactus on the fence was blooming, the sun was about to set, and the goose yellow flowers were soaked in the afterglow, as soft as silk paper. I stood under the eaves and looked up, hoping that someone would know its beauty at this time. I sent him a text message. I had finished writing it, but I finally hesitated to delete it. At that time, when he missed the opportunity to find a job, his father called him back and waited for the exams and scores of various civil servants to help his father cut wood every day. The place where they live in the country is called Chengqiao, near the asphalt road leading to the center of the town, which was the only way for me to go to school. When I was in the third year of junior high school, I had to walk on this road every time I went back and forth between school and home. Many years later, the new national highway has been built, and the car almost no longer passes on this small asphalt road. Sapium sebiferum on both sides has become tall, covered with green grass, and only occasional villagers on motorcycles pass by. At first, I only knew where he lived, but I didn't know where it was. From the memory of junior high school, I asked him if he was on the fork side of Chengqiao. He said it was not far from the road. One day I suddenly wanted to see him very much, so I couldn't wait, so I said I wanted to go. But he refused, probably because he had an inferiority complex at home without a job and was afraid of his parents' suspicion. He had to help his father cut wood, but he couldn't get away, and he didn't even have a fare of two and fifty cents to go to the city. I just said I was going, but he wouldn't tell me the exact location of the house. While I was talking, his cell phone went off. I still didn't care. I just took the bus and got off at the fork of the road in the country. It was raining everywhere, and I hesitated for a long time with an umbrella, but finally, I didn't dare to set foot on the fork in the field. Later, I rummaged through my phone and found a text message he sent to me on his father's phone. I wrote a text message saying that I was his classmate and I wanted to come to him, but I didn't know where your home was. If you see the text message, please ask him to pick me up at the fork in the road. After waiting for a long time, there was no reply. I took a copy of Zhu Dongrun's ancient literary works and read it in my hand.He was dark and green, and he gradually felt a chill on his body. Finally, I could not help but shed a few tears, ready to go back to the city. I turned around to find that he had been standing behind me in silence, holding a large black umbrella and wearing dirty gray-blue plastic slippers. I don't know how long he had been standing. I didn't know why for a moment. I felt so aggrieved that I burst into tears. He didn't say a word but watched and waited for me to stop crying before leading me to his house. Probably thought I was too capricious and angry. He took me to the place where they lived. It was a tiled house with three bungalows and a bamboo forest at the back of the house. There is also a cactus on the eaves, which is often raised in the countryside, which is thrown unattended on the eaves, but grows very fast, crawls into a piece, and hangs down the eaves. It rained in the morning, and the flowers of the cactus were soaked with Rain Water. There was a lot of wood for hoe handles in the doorway, which was covered with adhesive tape and was still drenched. Meiyu had just begun, and his mother told me that she was worried that the rain would break the wood if it went on like this. She raised a pot of white orchids more than one meter high, the leaves were green, the ivory yellow ones were blooming, and the half-open bones were more fragrant. 

I always want to pick one or two, but I don't want to give up. During lunch, he stood under the eaves with a rice bowl and watched Rain Water drop in strings and hit the petals. Several pecking chickens in the neighborhood turned away with wet tail feathers. It rained for three days, and I stayed there for three days. Then we were together, and then we were separated. During this period, many separations, quarrels, and resentments have finally faded after so many years. I remember particularly clearly that it was only the gentle and careful temptation at the beginning of love. I remember going to the vegetable market in the countryside together in the morning. I told him that I was here when I was a child, selling fish with my mother. I remember that when the cherries were ripe, one morning we went to the slope above the house to fetch water. There was a big well owned by the villagers, and there was a cherry tree beside the well. He stood under the tree and said that the tree belonged to his little grandmother. He picked cherries for me to eat, and the agreed fruit was stolen by the sparrow. The dew on the spider silk is not yet dry, he said. Another is an apricot tree. Have you seen the fruit? Yes, it's still green. He carried the water downhill in one hand, and I pinched an apricot and happily followed him down. Like the domestication of foxes, since then I like Rain Water all summer and the rain after the overcast day.

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