Chapter 24 Both the moon and love are like a bowl of honey / Song Dongye

On the way to perform in Xi'an, I fell asleep listening to the cello concerto as soon as I got on the train. When I woke up, the train had turned around Henan and was about to enter Shaanxi.At the junction of the Central Plains and the Northwest, people outside the car windows are cultivating fields that look neither like the Central Plains nor the Northwest.In front of the train, a large rain cloud was pouring down, but the people in the field didn't raise their heads, they were muttering words.Having suffered from occupational diseases, I firmly believe that they must be singing, and those singing sounds must not be like the Central Plains and Northwest, but I think they should be like Jiangnan.

Most men will think of women when they just wake up. This definition is unbreakable, so that when I woke up quickly in this piece of Cao Mengde's territory, I couldn't help but think of a certain girl.I forgot which bastard once wrote a song that said: "Fucking love, it's all a passing thing." At this moment, everything in front of me is a passing thing, only the beautiful love has been holding on to my heart. Recently, many former friends of the same age have received certificates one after another, have given birth to children, and some have even divorced.I was afraid that my mother would worry about me too, so the night before I went to Xi'an, I sat down on the side of the road and chatted with this great woman who gave birth to me at the age of twenty-three.I said, Mr. Su, I guess I will get married after thirty years old, don't you worry?My mother said, who cares about you, if someone wants you, I am already Amitabha, and you just let me see you and get some money back.I asked, then why did you get married so early and give birth to me within a year?My mother was very serious and said that when she was young, she was ignorant, and when she saw a fire pit, she jumped into it. It was easy to jump down, but difficult to climb up. Who didn't make mistakes when they were young!

Well, it turned out that I was a mistake. As long as I can remember, an uncle often called my home to find my mother, and always took me out to play, to Linglong Tower, Zizhuyuan, and Bayi Lake, and bought me delicious, delicious, and fun things. At the age of thirteen when I was a little ignorant about the relationship between men and women.That summer vacation, my mother tore up my homework book in a fit of rage because my homework was too sloppy—this is not surprising, since my first grade, my mother has always been a manic woman—so I also wore slippers in a fit of anger I ran to my dad's unit and told him everything about that uncle over the years.That day was July 12th. Anyone can guess the outcome of the incident. My mother left home and married that uncle.

The first question: do these count as love? Since then, I have gradually changed from a study committee member to a "bad boy" who "didn't do his job properly". I dare not tell my parents about many things I did in middle school.Ten years ago, on July 12th, when my family situation had become peaceful, my parents had remarried, and all the sharp problems gradually faded away. On this day, my mother brought out a cake and said with a smile on her face, Mom, I'm sorry, but my uncle sat beside him with his head down and didn't speak.At that time, my mother was not as irritable as before, and her personality became much smoother. She would no longer pick up a broom and get angry. When encountering difficult things, she would not be as arbitrary as before. She would subconsciously look at me that uncle.

A man, an outstanding graduate of a college, has never been in a relationship, but fell in love with a woman who already had a child. This waited for ten years without interruption, and finally got his wish.In the ten years since he got his wish, he is determined not to have a child of his own, and every day with a woman with a child is like a first love. He spends Qixi Festival, Valentine's Day, birthdays, and wedding anniversaries every day, cooking, washing, and cleaning the house. In all cases, the mother who hides the truth from the child subsidizes the child who spends money like water, helps the child solve all kinds of troubles, everything, twenty years like a day.

This is my uncle, a man who "destroyed" my family but was regarded by me as a role model in life. When I understood these things, I suddenly realized that the cake on July 12th every year is not an apology and compensation, but a mother’s deep and never-speaking gratitude to her son for this unintentional achievement A child who made her happy all her life, but she didn't know it. I got the performance fee for the performance in Xi'an, took a picture of the pile of banknotes, annotated the words "return money", and sent it to my mother. My mother and uncle replied in unison: awesome!

So the second question: Is this love right? Right or wrong, at least I have understood that I am not a mistake.As the saying goes, children are the bridge of love, but who can build this bridge better than me? I used to think that in this society of money and power, there is no pure love, and I don't want to admit that my closest mother is having such beauty.Now, my life is still a bit of a mess, but I seem to have found that wonderful feeling that touching a girl's hand can make the day exciting. I have always adhered to the concept of "it is useless to think about the future", and it is the same until now.I don't know how far I can go with this girl who is a good student who is indifferent, doesn't like fantasy, doesn't like to show her feelings, doesn't adapt to the flowers, and doesn't like to listen to my singing.I just want her to see and hear those beautiful things when I meet them. I want to see her holding a camera to take pictures when thousands of people sing Miss Dong. I want her to sit on my shoulder after the performance. Going to see someone else's show together, drinking beer, wearing sunglasses, and then I'm circling on the grass, she laughs happily and scared on my shoulder, trying to be proud and serious while the brothers pull me to drink a few more drinks A friend said: My wife is waiting for me.

On the return train, she heard a voice, which seemed to be just waking up, and also seemed to be exhausted. I melted instantly, and it seemed to be pity.I self-consciously took the tone of her utterance as a sign of tenderness and sweetness.We sent voice messages to each other normally, and then I fell asleep on the train again. When I opened my eyes, I was passing by Shijiazhuang. I looked down at my phone, and it read: "Are you late? I'll pick you up." I would like all good people to talk to me, They all have the sweet tone of curling up in the northern winter quilt; May all unhurried conversations,

are seeds worth calming down to sow, At last the tree will bear, A bowl of honey-like moon. But I almost forgot, the lyrics of "fucking love, it's all a passing thing" seems to be written by me, thank you!