Time: 2009-4- 17 15:30:36 Words: 3319
Yan Mei returned to her room. Her mother had already laid out the blanket for her. The new blanket that had been dried for most of the day still had the smell of sunlight on it. The deep motherly love and close concern made Yan Mei know that she would always be a child who needed to be taken care of in her mother's eyes. The feeling of happiness set off a slight wave in her heart.
Yan Mei stood in the room that her mother had tidied up neatly. Her mood suddenly returned to her carefree childhood. That was the most beautiful season in life. She did not know what was worrying and worrying. Her heart and face were full of laughter as she played with Zhiyuan in every corner of the village.
In this world that belonged to her, Zhiyuan's shadow remained. When she was in primary school, Zhiyuan often came to her room to study together.
Ever since junior high, they had known about the gender difference between boys and girls. From then on, Zhiyuan never entered Yanmei's room on his own accord. This was a sacred place for Yanmei. Even Yanmei's father never entered his daughter's room. It was always her mother who went in and out of the room alone.
The writing desk was spotless, and the mirror was also dust-free. It reflected the light strongly under the light. There were huge pictures of male and female celebrities from Hong Kong and Taiwan pasted on the wall. Youth lost its childhood in the process of growing up, and only a string of memories still hung in front of the window. Along with the crisp sound of the wind chimes, it knocked on his quiet thoughts.
When memories became frozen images, then from now until forever, the picture scroll would continue to extend with age. Just like the film of a movie, the reappearance of vivid images required the rapid replay of many sets of memories.
Yan Mei thought of Zhiyuan's letter. A letter from a late man caused a wave in her inner world. He should have seen the letter he wrote to Zhiyuan before the Spring Festival, but he never replied to it, and he couldn't be seen. Yanmei knew that Zhiyuan was avoiding him, and he tried his best to avoid her and her family at home and on the road.
Just as Yan Mei was not expecting Zhiyuan's reply, she saw her name on the small blackboard at the entrance of the school's communication office." Who sent the letter? Was it his uncle in Zao City or…?”As she guessed, she stuck her head through the window of the reception room and called out softly, Uncle Wang, there's a letter for me." Uncle Wang, who was in the reception room, was reading the newspaper when he heard a clear shout. He looked up. Of course, Uncle Wang did not know Yan Mei. There were more than a thousand people in the school. With so many people coming in and out every day, Uncle Wang could only recognize her face.
Yan Mei signed her name and took the letter from Uncle Wang. She quickly browsed through the sender's address. It was Zhiyuan's letter. Her second guess was correct because she saw the crooked handwriting on the envelope. Her name was written neatly, and it was obvious that Zhiyuan had filled it in carefully.
The familiar handwriting, the kind words, and the lack of fancy words. His personal feelings were still so sincere, and some of the topics that he avoided and hid were also so kind. He poured out his deep feelings with an apologetic guilt.
He couldn't blame Zhiyuan for escaping from reality. It took too much courage and encouragement for a person whose self-esteem had been hurt by reality to re-establish his confidence in life. Zhiyuan lacked the determination to stand up again in real life.
Yan Mei knew Zhiyuan's current predicament and how painful his inner world was because she knew that Zhiyuan was a strong, brave and unyielding character.
Zhiyuan's current self-abandonment was filled with despair towards himself. Escaping from reality and escaping from the beauty in his heart had become his helpless choice at this moment.
"Turn off the lights and go to sleep! You don't have to wake up so early tomorrow. School is not as safe as home. Close the door and sleep early.”Her mother reminded Yan Mei again. Yan Mei lay in the warm blanket and felt sleepy. She turned off the lamp on the wall beside the bed. She leaned against the bed and began to sort out her messy thoughts. The happiness in life began from knowing Zhiyuan, and confusion also appeared in her heart because of Zhiyuan. Until now, those hazy emotions had seriously affected her studies. Yan Mei was also confused about herself. Was her will not strong enough, or did she enter the emotional magic circle too early like Zhiyuan? Facing her parents, she even felt like she had betrayed her family. She was also worried that she would be dragged into a quagmire of emotions that she could not extricate herself from.
In the neighboring village far away from the Zheng family, Zhiyuan's family had just started their dinner. Everything in the poor family seemed lifeless, and the pace of life seemed slow. Even their footsteps were light, and they looked weak. Laughter and laughter came late and rarely in such a family. The optimistic atmosphere was soon disrupted by another unhappy thing. The ones who returned to silence were all stern faces.
Zhiyuan was still on his way home, but his father was already sitting in front of the television. The lights in the house were not turned on, and the light from the television was enough for them to walk around. The alternating black and gray colors reflected the family's melancholic eyes. The lights would only turn on when it was time for dinner or when outsiders came. He lit up a cigarette, and a cloud of smoke lingered in front of the black-and-white television screen. His father watched the news broadcast and weather forecast on CCTV every day. No matter how busy the farm work in the fields was year after year, his father not only learned about the major events that happened every day in the world from the news, but also the inspiring new rural policies. Seeing that the various help and support for farmers were getting better and better, his father's enthusiasm for farming grew higher and higher, even though he was getting older and older. However, he hoped that Zhiyuan would take root and sprout in the land where farmers depended on for survival. He saw greater hope on television. He believed that as long as Zhiyuan was willing to work hard, he could still achieve great things in the countryside, and the seeds of hope could also be sown in the yellow soil of his hometown.
His mother and the other women were cooking in the low kitchen. The dinner at Zhiyuan's house was simpler. The rice porridge was cooked in the pot. On the chopping board, there was a bowl of marinated garlic sprouts in an porcelain bowl. It looked like the pot that had just been washed would be covered with smoke and dust again after cooking.
The damp wheat straw was lit in the stove and emitted a thick smoke. The light in the kitchen could be seen vaguely along with the flow of smoke. The light bulb in the kitchen was covered with black sticky smoke. "Looks like the weather is going to change. Otherwise, why didn't he smoke at all?”Her mother choked and tears flowed from her eyes as she coughed and crawled out of the smoke.
The sheep in the courtyard were huddled together, eating the grass that their mother had brought back from the fields. Chickens raised last year perched on the high branches of jujube trees. Perhaps they still carried the wildness of their ancestors, unlike the meat-eating chickens that could not fly three feet above the ground. The little chicks were put into the cardboard box again, and they were huddled together again.
Zhiyuan whistled as he arrived home. The dog at home was no longer barking at him like it did yesterday. It had recognized its good friend and was in a much better mood today. Facing a life that was close to despair, he put his disappointment at the bottom of his lifeline and started everything again, whether it was waiting at home for news from the coal mine or taking root in his hometown. Everything was right in front of him. Struggling was futile. He could only prepare and wait for the turn of fate.
When Zhiyuan returned home, the news broadcast had already finished. His father was still sitting in front of the TV, waiting to watch the weather forecast. The farm was short of water, and the sky was turning cloudy. The farmers were hoping that the sky would turn darker and that a rain would fall.
The weather forecast was over. Just as the farmers had expected, there would be a late spring rain tomorrow and the day after. The rain now was more precious than the spring rain. The crops had grown beyond their knees. It was not as convenient to water the fields as it was in spring. Perhaps there would be rain. Zhiyuan saw that the worry on his father's face was the opposite of the weather and smiled.
He wanted to continue watching the exciting programs on Central TV, but suddenly, the TV program signal was switched to a local station. Suddenly, the TV was flooded with advertisements. There were people who sold fertilizers and pesticides, promoted seed mulch, and even more impatient were health oral liquids with magical effects, which were broadcasted year after year in different ways.
Zhiyuan turned off the TV in annoyance. The lights were on, and his mother came in with salted vegetables and steamed buns.
Yan Mei's family had already finished their dinner, but this family's dinner had just begun.
Under the same blue sky, the difference in life was not a performance of superiority or inferiority, because everyone had already adapted to and gotten used to their own way of life. There was no reason or need to compare, no jealousy and narrow-mindedness, and no absolute advantage worth showing off. This was because nothing was destined to be the status quo forever. The unknown future made everyone feel a sense of crisis. It was precisely these rational uneasiness that promoted the progress and development of society. Otherwise, in a state of self-satisfaction, humans would stop chasing after comfort.
The whole family was eating the pickled vegetables with the smell of garlic and the hard steamed buns with relish. The white noodle soup was still as sweet as before, and the intoxicating filling of the belly also made the family's dinner seem peaceful and peaceful." I'm content now. I think of the time when I starved in 1958." His father continued,"That year, I ate all the elm leaves. Later, I ate the bark and roots."
The simple dinner soon ended in a rather harmonious atmosphere. There was not much sadness, grumbling, or futile complaints. Contentment was bliss. The comprehensive balance of ordinary life was to have no worries about food, clothing, housing, and transportation. There was still a gap between the life of Zhiyuan's family and the basic desires of people. At least Zhiyuan felt that he was not willing to live a simple life. There were risks and costs in his desires. It didn't matter. Once a person's desire was formed in their heart, it was difficult to erase it unless the setbacks in reality made them retreat and let everything return to peace. A peaceful life could only be peaceful when it began in peace.
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