Chapter 15 Sanxi

The novel ends here. But the story seems to have no end. In the draft, there should have been a not-so-short ending, writing about the death of Gu Jinhe's mother - Mrs. Gu readily agreed to divorce because she was terminally ill. She said before: "I married into the Gu family. Decades, I'm tired. My body, my soul, I'm tired, and now I don't want to think about anything, I just want to spend the rest of my life quietly, and I don't want to fight for anything." This is actually a last word. It is conceivable that when she knew the grief and hesitation she felt when she passed away soon, that was the time when she most longed for the help of her relatives, but at the same time, her husband who had shared the joys and sorrows with her for thirty years did not give her a word of comfort and tenderness. On the contrary, he offered her She filed for divorce, leaving her in a helpless situation.

Her illness may not have improved completely, but she chose to give up, give up marriage, and give up life. It can be said that Mr. Gu killed his wife indirectly.At least, it also contributed to her death! At the end of the novel, Gu Jinhe and Pei Zijun are forever united in front of their mother's tomb, and they promise each other for life—— The mother's stele was erected by her daughter Gu Jinhe, which has nothing to do with her husband or the Gu family. His father knelt in front of his mother's grave with a dull expression. His hair was already a star, but now it turned gray overnight.If I had known that my late wife would not live long, why not persist until the last moment of her life and let her leave without regret?

He was too eager to play the role of a villain, and let his image of a good husband and father who had worked so hard all his life fall short, and he might lose even more than his mother. I seemed to see my mother's sneer.No, maybe she will go there with peace of mind, she can finally be with her grandma again, and find eternal comfort and protection from there. One day in the future, I will go there to join them. Everyone will go to that place, including father.But our three generations of women, grandparents and grandchildren, will ignore him. He is the loneliest lover in the world.

Zijun held the gift of nephew and nephew in front of his mother's grave. I knew that if these three heads were kowtowed, we would be settled. There are many women in the world who will marry another man she loved with the memory of a lost love. My mother said that if you love someone ninety-nine percent and let him love you one hundred percent, this is a truly happy marriage.It is impossible to be completely equal, nor can we love too much. She always wanted me to marry Zijun. Maybe this is just an excuse, but in fact, my heart has already agreed. When I knew that he had landed safely on Mount Shenshan, I had already promised to be united with him forever.

"Zijun," I suddenly asked, "Is the woman you love the most?" "Of course." He replied without hesitation, "Not only the favorite, but also the only one." I reminded myself never to ask Shen Cao this question, because even if he answered, I would not believe it. But now I asked Zijun. He answered yes.I believe.He said yes, it must be. He also said: "Jinhe, I will love you like this for the rest of my life and take care of you until I grow old and die." I raised my head and saw swallows flying by in the sky. He was willing to give me the most honest answer, and I believed in his sincerity. Perhaps, that was enough.

Xiling Snow in Xi'an Xihang Garden in October 2003