Chapter 19 Chapter Nineteen

Remember her because she is special. Such a noisy and crowded scene, so many beautiful, proud and excited girls, such a noisy and attentive pick-up crowd.She just carried an old black suitcase, and stood alone at the end of the line, waiting for the admission procedures, never talking to anyone.Black hair and white clothes, tall and thin, silent and lonely like a green grass on the top of a barren mountain, independent and self-made. I waited until she came forward to give her name and get the key to my dormitory, and then I stepped forward to introduce myself: "Hello, I am Le Linglun, a third grader, welcome to join our school, come, let me show you around New dormitory."

She is a first-year freshman in the Chinese Department who doesn't speak a word.No words, such a name! The box was unexpectedly heavy, and I teased her: "What treasure is so heavy? Gold, silver, pearls and emeralds?" "It's a book." She replied lightly. Book?I was surprised that when I first entered the school building, there was only one box of books in my carry-on luggage? Sending her to the dormitory, I deliberately made an excuse to delay Russia, and watched her open the box, which was indeed a box full of books.As soon as I saw a book, I felt as if I had found a treasure, and I would not let it go: "Ah! I have been looking for this book for a long time, so you really have a treasure!"

She frowned, and said reluctantly: "Remember to return it to me, please cherish the pages." I noticed that all her books are absolutely crease-free and look like new for a long time. Two days later, when I returned the book, she inspected it a little, and her complexion improved a lot. It will be easier to borrow "John Christopher". After that, I ran to borrow and return books from her every day and every day.When exchanging ideas, she often has amazing words and unique insights. I enjoy talking with her more and more. Gradually, our topics are not limited to books, and the meeting place is not limited to her dormitory.

We start dating. When I invited her to dinner, I found that she always seldom added food. At first I thought she was being polite, but she was still like this as I got more familiar, so I couldn't help but tease: "Seeing you eating, I would think it was still a three-year natural disaster." She was stunned for a moment, then dejected: "When I was young, my family was poor and couldn't afford vegetables. I always went to the market to pick up vegetable leaves and pickled them in salt water to eat." It becomes natural after a long time, but I’m used to it.” The injuries I suffered when I was a child were internal injuries, which were difficult to heal.I feel pity, and my heart is pounding.

Appreciation and pity are not love, but they are likely to lead to love.We soon became lovers and I soon took her back to meet her parents. Mom instinctively dislikes her.For the elders, she was too thin, too silent, not sweet enough, not the kind of good girl most mothers like. All mothers like to inquire about the three generations of their ancestors. They never thought that if they didn’t say anything, they would be nothing but a blockbuster: “I am an orphan, my father died in the Cultural Revolution, and my mother dragged me to grow up. He passed away two years ago, and before entering school, I lived in a relative's house, and I had no other siblings except my cousin and sister-in-law."

As soon as she left without saying a word, my mother complained loudly: "The appearance is too thin, not the appearance of being rich, and the family background is too hard. I don't know if there is any bad inheritance. A daughter-in-law from a family like ours, even if she doesn't know the right family, she must have some roots." Girlfriend, it's better to be naive and lively, her speech is 10 years more mature than yours." I don't think so, but after listening to it for a long time, I can't help but ask: "Why do you love me?" She tilted her head: "Because there is no reason not to love."

I was in high spirits and made an inch of it: "Be more specific." "You can change the circumstances of my life." I know that her cousin and sister-in-law are not friendly to her, and she never goes home during holidays, either staying in school to study hard, or looking for part-time jobs everywhere, but such a realistic answer still makes me suspicious: "Shut up, you Do you love me or money?" She turned pale and didn't turn her head, and it took a while to answer clearly: "I don't rule out loving you more because I love money." I was so angry because I was young and regarded money as dung, and believed that talking about money was vulgar. I thought that a girl who came out of famous Chinese and foreign works of Tang poetry and Song poetry should not eat the fireworks of the world. Unexpectedly, she destroyed my imagination of perfection so much.

I began to consider my mother's opinion. Would a girl who had experienced vicissitudes prematurely become a partner who could accompany me to pursue my dreams of romance and infatuation?She is too good at planning, and she sees everything too clearly, as if she knows that her mother doesn't like her, but she never cares about her.I reminded her: "If we get married, we will be with my mother every day." "If we could get married, she wouldn't dislike me." It means that if it is a fact, the mother will not be a villain in vain.That's true. As an intellectual, my mother is actually sensible. She only needs to accept her daughter-in-law wholeheartedly, but because she has not yet become her own daughter-in-law, she will be picky. In other words, it is up to me to vote.She kicked the ball back, and I sighed; such a smart and sophisticated woman still clings to true love?I can't forget the phrase she used to "change the circumstances of your life." Too real is often not flattering.

Two years later, I graduated first, and my contact level gradually widened, and the chance to meet her became less and less.She is quite conceited. If I don't look for her, she will never look for me. She studies harder.I asked her, "Do you want to be a female doctor?" "Perhaps, at least we can change the environment." Another change in the environment, what she is most afraid of is going back to live with her cousin after graduation. She should be more eager to get married than I am. I don't want to procrastinate any longer. I will invite her to the seaside today. , handed over a long letter.

She took the envelope, didn't look at me, remained silent for a long time, went to the water's edge and knelt down, and carefully dropped the letter into the water. The sea came up, took it back, and swallowed the letter, half-covered and half-exposed, drifting farther and farther away. She brushed her hair lightly, and turned back with a smile: "In this way, I can imagine the content of the letter at will. I believe it is a poignant period." This is always the case, the vast sea is the deepest and most beautiful, once the truth comes to light and the picture is empty, it will be boring.

She has always been a wise girl, so she chooses to keep it, because she is willing to remember, not to destroy the perfect memory.She turned around and left, without desire, anger, resentment, or regret, just like a light gull skimming the sea. I've imagined thousands of breakup scenarios, but never imagined it would end like this.At that moment, I found that from the beginning to the end, I actually knew nothing about her except for her books and her unique insights into the books, but she walked into my heart from the very beginning, thinking deeply, watching Very transparent. Who is more serious about love and demanding perfection? I haven't been to school since then, but I know she has never had another boyfriend. Isn't she eager to improve her living environment?Maybe she switched to her studies and wanted to become a strong woman to realize her dreams independently? On the eve of her graduation, when I got married, an old classmate came to congratulate me and suddenly mentioned: "Do you remember not saying anything? She signed up to teach in Changhai County!" So asking for trouble?This seemed inconsistent with her style, I couldn't help being curious, and finally decided to give her a farewell party. Returning to campus, I was filled with emotion, and went directly to her dormitory.She was packing, a suitcase full of books.Turning back time, I seem to be back to that lively afternoon 4 years ago. When she saw me, she put down the book in her hand, and asked with a smile, "Borrow a book? Return it?" I caught a glimpse of the cover of the book she had just put down, and it was right. Sign up to go to Changhai." "Oh yes." "Why did you take the initiative to go to such a far-away place?" She raised her head and looked at me, as if quite surprised: "I thought you would understand that I have always wanted to change my living environment." She said she wanted to change her living environment, so this is what she called changing her environment?She actually only hopes to change the environment like this?For a long time, I was wrong, thinking that she was trying to catch a rich man, but I never knew her well, so I thought she was not perfect in reality, and I thought I was the most romantic and noble. Nervously, I heard myself asking: "Shut up, do you still remember the past? I borrowed this from you, but you were reluctant at first, right?" Sighing, she picked up the book and stacked it in the box.I begged: "Can you give me a souvenir?" "Why?" She refused, "I borrowed it, read it, and returned it, so what else is there to do?" "Seeing it in the future, I can..." She used her eyes to stop me from continuing: "The past has already sunk in my heart, and the future has drifted away with the water. I don't think we will meet again." I know, I'm already married, but the words were in my throat, uncontrollably: "But, I want to explain, don't say anything, I have always misunderstood you..." "There is no misunderstanding," she cut me off again: "Remember? I haven't seen that letter. I believe it has been fully explained. The story is not perfect, but it is still beautiful, isn't it?" She smiles, has no desire, no anger, no complaints, no regrets, I can't help but think again: who is more persistent and demanding of love?