Chapter 27 he has married

On July 23, 1979, the little girl came to Taiyuan, the provincial capital, to marry Jiang Yuanlan.  When the little girl walked down the gangway and stood on the land with both feet, she almost fell. It wasn't because the ground was uneven or something bad happened, but because the heel of her white high-heeled shoes stepped on the lace at the hem of her dress, and she staggered. It takes two steps to stand firm.Just now, he had quick reactions and strong balance ability. While bragging to himself, the little boy lifted the hem of the skirt and lifted the hem to see: the inch-wide delicate lace stitches were torn apart by the length of a cigarette. An elegant white georgette long-sleeved dress, dressed in plain white, except that the lace on the two shoulders, the back, the two cuffs and the skirt is creamy yellow, and the finger-wide thin belt stuck at the waist is silver with wave-like shadows.This skirt that her father bought for her from Paris has always been reluctant to wear it. It is very different from her new clothes, which are not overnight. The father thought it was the luxury and sexiness of this dress that made the little girl in the office. The errand was a little apprehensive, and he never thought that the little man was deliberately planning to use it as a wedding dress. 

There are two things in the little girl's bag that affect her life. One is a marriage registration form, and the other is an admission letter from a certain university in Beijing.If she had to choose between these two things, she would be in a dilemma, because this is even worse than the famous "choice story": in the "choice story" it is claimed that a man, his beloved mother and dear wife are at the same time He fell into the river and he could only save one person, who would he save first?It was Mr. Wei Homer who told the story of this choice to the young man.Just before the little girl left Xicheng, he rushed to the station and told her the story three minutes before the little girl left Xicheng.Teacher Wei's meaningful and ominous metaphors made the little man feel that the story itself is extremely cruel!She calmly said to Teacher Wei: If I were the hero in the story, I would choose wisely to jump down first! 

Known as the coal city, Taiyuan is covered with dust and coal dust, whether it is the streets, the sky or pedestrians, including the green trees planted along the street. Ten-wheel trucks pulling coke are roaring on the street. As we drive past, piles of coal gangue can be seen everywhere. Almost all the drivers pushing rickshaws selling clay, charcoal lumps, coal cakes, and coal powder are barebacked, with charcoal-colored shackles around their necks. Under the scorching sun, her purple-colored skin glistened with oil and beads of sweat rolled down her face.Xiao Kuazi bought a city bus map when she came out of the airport. When she saw the words "Shanxi University" on the map, her heart was pounding, and she wished she could fire it like a cannonball.It's been three years since we parted, and she has learned from Laozi's vicious words of "you can always see the beauty with no desire, and you can see the evil with the desire". She thinks that this burnt cinder core of Laozi died hundreds of millions of years ago In front of the endless forest, there is only a dog's tail grass, or in front of the vineyards all over the mountains, a raccoon suffering from the sequelae of polio.But billions of years later... 

The little boy's mood is flying, and inspiration is naturally flying. The long time of three years is actually just a moment, even more than a moment. No, is she here? She is going to see Jiang Yuanlan!  The little guy backed the bus three times and walked for more than ten minutes before arriving at the south gate of "Shanxi University". The little guy under the school badge looked at his watch: 12:45 noon.  The little boy with a light yellow floral parasol on a white background asked the concierge master: "How do I get to the Department of Mathematics?" , Tell the little boy: "Go in." The little boy smiled brightly, and walked west along a path paved with checkered floor tiles. Halfway, she met a boy in a red sportswear. She asked, "Mathematics?" Are you going here?" The boy nodded, pointed to a gray building in front of him and said, "Nong, that's it!"

The little girl who quickened her pace impatiently climbed up the steps quickly. When she walked into the hall of the mathematics department building, a cool draft rushed towards her face. She quickly folded her umbrella in comfort and looked around... A restless middle-aged man entered the building while walking and eating with an enamel bowl in his arms. The young man went up to him and asked, "Where does Jiang Yuanlan live, do you know?" The man nodded and hurriedly put the food in his mouth Swallowing it down, he pointed to the left hand corner on the first floor and said: "He lives at the third door." The little man hurriedly said thank you, and was about to leave, when suddenly, the man raised his hand to greet the little man: "Come back, come back, he Just went out to send his bride back to her natal home." "Bride?" "You came from afar, right? Today is the third day of Jiang Yuanlan's marriage, and according to the custom, it is the day he sends his bride back to her natal home. Just now, a group of our colleagues were still here, just laughing with him here, and he still owes me three packs of happy cigarettes..." 

Xiao Kuazi lost his composure for a moment, and dropped the parasol and travel bag to the ground.The man hurriedly asked: "What's wrong with you, what's wrong?" The little boy hurriedly picked up the umbrella and travel bag, and said with a forced smile, "Maybe I have a little heat stroke, it's okay, it will be fine in a while." The man looked at the profuse sweat on the little boy's face very carefully, and said with certainty: "Well, it's too hot. You can either go to my room to rest for a while and wait for him, or you can come back another day?" Let's do it some other day!" The little girl seemed to be rushing to talk to herself, and she even said to the man anxiously: "Thank you, thank you, I won't disturb you!"

Completely in a subconscious state, the little girl wiped off the cold sweat off her face. When she rushed down the stairs like crazy, she only had one thought: run away!  After rushing down the stairs, the little man stopped abruptly, but the person walking towards him was too stupid to stop. He held a large stack of newspapers, magazines and letters in his hand, and he even staggered forward a bit, with his hand in his hand. The things scattered out like leaflets.Fortunately, he staggered and stood still a foot away from the little boy. Almost at the same time, both of them said in an extremely soft voice: "It's you!"

At that moment, the little scorpion realized how much God had favored her. God made her feel like a hurricane just now and wait for an opportunity to escape as fast as she can.The little girl swallowed her saliva desperately. She tried her best to open her smiling face, and tried her best to use her restrained falsetto to call out delicately: "Teacher Jiang." "Young man! Hey, why are you here?" While Jiang Yuanlan was looking at the little man, the little man was also looking at Jiang Yuanlan: he was wearing a dark gray modified hunting suit, just like the first time she had six years ago The improved youth clothes he wore when she saw him in the movie theater were exactly the same, except that the texture of the fabric had changed to chemical fiber, which looked crisp and wrinkle-free, and the fabric was much thinner. She looked at him in the midday sun, and raised her hand to fight. Putting on the blindfold, her heart suddenly flickered: he wasn't wearing a white shirt. 

He wasn't wearing a white shirt!  When Jiang Yuanlan bent down to pick up the newspaper, the little boy also knelt down to help.Jiang Yuanlan wanted to smile back at the little crocodile, but the way the smile was uglier than crying made the little crocodile feel distressed.She quickly handed the newspapers and letters she had picked up to Jiang Yuanlan's hands, and said, "I happened to be in Taiyuan on a business trip, and Director Guo asked me to come and see you..." "It's been more than two years since Director Guo died in a car accident." Are you okay?" Jiang Yuanlan had a puzzled look at first, but he didn't know what he had guessed or thought of, and his rhetorical question sounded as heavy as a condolence message.The sudden appearance of the little crocodile, his expression and eyes revealed almost innate joy, his shining eyes were as pure as the eyes of a sheep that was far away from home and returned after all kinds of hardships , you can see from the softly shining green of the soft willow branches behind him that his mood is also a fresh green. However, just for a moment, his expression was suddenly hit by winter and crushed by ice and snow. The voice asked: "Would you like to sit in the house?"

The little boy shook his head.  Jiang Yuanlan tried his best to make an expression of not losing his composure and holding on, but he saw the little boy turning his face away.His head was blank. Originally, he wanted to say: If you leave so soon, I will send you off, but when the words came to his lips, he said in a command tone that he had never done before: "No! You must come to my house to sit down." Sit."  The word "my family" is connected with all the sadness, it is separated from all the memories, and it is inseparable from all the thoughts.The little man thought: At the same time, light green licorice buds just sprouted on the village slopes, on the side of the ancient fortress, and on the cliff head of the upper fort under the strange rocks exposed from the loess. It has also completely melted, revealing the young leaves of endive or sweet lettuce, and three or five red indigo chins flew from the large deserted yard in winter to the small yard in front of each house, and flew to the garden soaked in the sun. In the alfalfa field, the seabuckthorn from top to bottom on the Xiliang slope and the purple elm in the thousands of ravines glowed blue, and the melted moisture soaked into the soft surface of the freshly plowed millet field, and in the near Under the remnant snow in the Yanyanhuanggou of the Sanggan River, there is already any trickle that cannot be seen by the eyes but can be imagined softly singing, singing that the water of the Sanggan River is already sparkling with silver waves, how can there be ice drifting Come here... The little scorpion was thinking about the same moment, she found a pile of Chinese and foreign novels, and copied the most beautiful sentences in them to him time and time again. She used her spare time to write one letter after another that she would never return , send thoughts of never returning... 

The little boy still wants to tell the truth: Which woman doesn't want to steal a man!  In fact, the little boy came to Jiang Yuanlan's house almost mechanically and in a trance.It was a rectangular room about fifteen meters long.On a double bed, there are two satin quilts, one goldfish red and one emerald green, which are newly folded squarely like military quilts. On each quilt are a pair of pink embroidered pillows with machine-made lace. In the middle, there is a wedding photo of Jiang Yuanlan and a woman with short ear-cut hair. No matter behind the door, or on the dark glass that can no longer be polished, there are bright red  characters everywhere. Big.  The little girl raised her neck and looked at the photo hanging on the wall: the bride snuggling beside Jiang Yuanlan smiled with a stiff and reserved expression. She had good features, wore a pair of white-rimmed glasses, and the corners of her mouth seemed to be tightly pursed. The most important thing is the determination after all the hardships and hardships. The little scorpion saw the bride's family history from her smile, she must be a foreigner.  The commemoration that can leave traces over the years seems to have come to the chaos before the creation of the world.When I really understand that there is a good day and there is no good time, an innate memorial is like lightning splitting the sky, but what is left behind by that memorial is a sad introduction, but what is left by that memorial is the beginning of a ruthless thought.At this moment, there are two huge waves in the heart of the little girl. She thinks that I finally feel what it means to be mixed with joy and sorrow.However, when she saw the waves of sorrow and joy rising slowly in mystery, even secretly scrambling, and reaching the culmination of destruction in the unstoppable collision with each other, she knew that everything in front of her was not illusory or grotesque, and she could not escape the pursuit With the panic and uneasiness intertwined in her heart, she was so superfluous and self-defeating, she wanted to leave immediately, but when she turned around, her feet softened, and she fell backwards. Fortunately, Jiang Yuanlan helped her in time As soon as she touched her, the little boy fell obliquely on the back of the chair in front of the desk, and leaning on Jiang Yuanlan's strong support, the little girl sat down on the chair.  At that moment, the room was so quiet that the breathing of the two of them was like the sound of wind.  "She...she is also an educated youth in Beijing...she and I...were not married," Jiang Yuanlan seemed to be making an idyllic statement: "I...just didn't get married, I was in a daze and agreed to matchmaking with a matchmaker, Agree to these tricks..." "Please," the little boy's tears fell like broken beads: "Please, don't hurt her again." The little girl said, taking out the shopping for her from her bag. Jiang Yuanlan's coconut candy, chicken biscuits, and the marriage introduction letter, she hesitated for a moment, then took out the pair of pillow covers and two snow-white shirts from her bag.It seemed as if she had spent her life pulling these things out, as if once again she had cast a veil over things too dramatic for human comprehension.Since when did the continuous tears of the little scorpion begin to fall, just like when the clouds and the sky sprinkled raindrops are slow, calm, and traceless.She cried silently, with the emotion of two lovers in love?With provocative whispers?Have a strong idea that can clearly confide in your heart?Introspection with retrospective memories?Have a pure mood that has been suppressed and expected?fart!Everything is fart, she just wants tears to flow down forever, she thinks that in this world, only tears can flow endlessly, she just wants her tears to dry up the Sanggan River and the Xicheng Middle School Lake at the same time, Drain the damp smell of Jiang Yuanlan's hut, use up all the tears in my future life, let my eyes dry up into a river bed exposed by strange rocks, let all will no longer control my tears, let my first This time and the last time he was domineering and weeping violently.  The little girl's tears soaked the entire glass plate and dripped down the edge of the table. She cried until the end. The tears on the table were like cups of water poured on it. While she was crying, she kept wiping the ground. When tears are regarded as the purest art, Xiao Kuazi understands the futility and boredom of defenders too well.At the end of the tear, it has deteriorated and has the nature of a curse, with the grievance of why I am a lamb, and the joy of my sacrifice.  During the time when the little boy was crying, Jiang Yuanlan didn't say a word, he sat by the bed like a dead wood stake, he neither handed the little girl a hot towel, nor gave the little girl a glass of water, until the sky was getting dark, When the little man stopped crying and stood up, he didn't say another word.  The little man went out, and Jiang Yuanlan followed. His body was as tall as a gallows.Xiao Yanzi didn't dissuade her, she remembered what she said to Jiang Yuanlan before leaving Xicheng: You must come to pick me up!She believed that Jiang Yuanlan was here to pick her up, and on this summer evening, he picked her up to face the setting sun and sunset glow, and walk into the dark night of her life.