Chapter 16 Chapter Sixteen

A plump airplane was drawn at the end of the letter, indicating that the load could not be overwhelmed; when Zhenguan received the letter, he immediately picked up his pen, smiled, and replied to him. For interpretation, please refer to: "Ruyi comes from India. Its end is shaped like a finger, and some are shaped like a heart. It is made of bone horns, bamboo wood, jade, copper and iron, etc. It is about three feet long. It is recorded in the text above. For forgetting, it can also be used as a flea stick and wat in our country." The sentence added at the end is somewhat inexplicable; Zhenguan means: You are gone, I suddenly want to say goodbye to all the things in this world, ask for a leave, make a paragraph, and go with you...

Unexpectedly, with such a sentence, Daxin was so anxious that he chased after two letters, all of which were time-limited express delivery with red labels: The second letter was from Daxin who waited for two days and saw no reply from her, so he came after her again: When Zhenguan read the letter, he didn't care about anything, so he picked up a pen and wrote: At the end of the letter, she originally wrote: Yan Nian is a gentleman, Wen Qi is like a jade—a few words, but after thinking about it, she crossed it out again, not counting the crossed out, because the words were still visible, so she took the scissors, According to the shape, cut out a small strip; this time the letter paper was torn, but she still sent it. ——Zhenguan originally thought: Let’s wait until the end of October; who knows that on the fourth day, another big letter comes:

On October 29th, Daxin asked for leave to go back to Taipei for the exam; the next day, he called Zhenguan to meet at the "Shuangye Book Gallery"—— That night in Zhenguan, she was wearing gray shoes, gray socks, and a gray skirt, with a red shirt and white collar on her upper body. When she arrived at the door, Da Xin was already standing in front of the shelf flipping through books; Pear-colored corduroy trousers; Zhen Guan quietly stood behind him, looked at his body and bottom, and thought: Sure enough, he has improved—— Because it was his father's birthday that day, the two of them only talked until nine o'clock, and Daxin hurried back; In front of her was Daxin, a sincere man, but for some reason, Zhenguan's heart suddenly became cold: she had a premonition that she would not be able to see him again for a long, long time.

For the next two months, Zhenguan didn't hear any news from Daxin, and the days went by as usual, and she wondered that she was able to survive it. From morning to night, from new moon to night, that heart is like frying. It is no exaggeration to use frying as a metaphor. The kind of delay and torture is really like frying! Ten days have passed since New Year's Day, and Daxin doesn't even have a word or a piece of paper... She doesn't want to be so bitter and equal anymore; Zhenguan began to tear up his letters one by one: after living for 24 years, the most precious thing in life, stored in the most secret, deepest, spiritual things, she can actually tear.

One sheet down, another sheet; what is the constant in life?It turns out that even the most cherished and beloved things can be ignored; she thinks this way: Daxin is naturally remorseful; his footsteps in life did not lead to her, he was just a coincidence, he met halfway, no matter how good the two talk, the original path cannot be stopped because of this—— Love has no remorse, and remorse is not true love; after all this time; Zhenguan is still young and angry, she thinks: If this feeling becomes a burden, she can really destroy it! However, is love so simple?She and Daxin confirmed each other how deep they are with each other...

The torn letters were piled up in piles and scattered in several hillocks on the table; she was already heartbroken, but there were still three or five bunches left to be torn... Zhenguan's tears poured down like raindrops; she found water glue and transparent paper, followed the broken marks on the paper, and patched them up one by one; the writing paper was soaked with tears, turning dark yellow Prints, layer upon layer, heavy, semi-transparent—— Such a tragic situation, she still thinks about Daxin's life; this paper was taken from his home to cut himself, he said that the paper outside is rough.

Zhenguan found a clam-shaped pouch with brocade cloth sandwiched in lambskin, and put all the remaining paper and scraps in it.This clam-shaped leather bag was taken by Daxin for her in the past, with his hand on it... Just let him go!Let him choose by himself; Daxin is a smart man in the world, he has his own opinions and decisions, and what he insists on should also be her opinion!He must have a best way to deal with all the major events in life. On such a day when his body and mind were in turmoil, Zhenguan received a strange letter from Kaohsiung: When the letter was first opened, Zhenguan let out a long breath. After seeing it, he became anxious again. One heart was let go, and another heart hung up again. I don’t know how many hearts a person has... …

What kind of serious illness?That place, unaccompanied... One day passed, two days, three days, five days... Zhenguan was a nightmare every night, and on the sixth day, she couldn't sit still anymore; she finally mustered up the courage to try to dial the phone with the envelope bag left by Daxin. His mother; if there is no news from her side, then, of course, the news from the family is also cut off! Something is wrong with the son, how can the mother not know?At these times, I tossed and tossed like this, so, as a mother, I don't know what to do? For the past few nights, Zhen Guan has dreamed of Yi's scorched face; or, Yi can still stand it, because there is a seventy-year-old old man who needs to hide it, but how does she suffer in private?

Let’s talk about the old grandmother; Daxin is the eldest grandson of the Liu family, a piece of meat on Yi Xin’s body... Since she was young, how many incenses and candles did Yi carry, and she took Daxin to burn incense in several places—Zhen Guan thought about her The little feet are striding once and twice, since the ages, the kind of infatuation that the grandmother loves the grandson has turned into a personal experience—— The original meaning of Zhenguan is: Take a breath, and then act after seeing the situation. If you really can't hide it, you can say that it is an operation to cut the cecum; as long as you have a little information, you just need to settle down a little, so that you can save the ignorant worry, and she will be Do your best to your friends, do your best to your confidant——

The two talked on the phone for a long time, and in the end Daxin's mother decided to fly to visit him; it's okay to go for a while, but if you don't go, Yi is worried, and she is also worried; I walked in the middle of the night! This is motherhood.This is the kindness of the family, the accident of the children, the parents who are the most miserable... Zhenguan hangs up the phone, only to realize at the same time, what Mencius said - you can't be a person if you don't like your relatives, you can't be a son if you don't like your relatives, what is the original reason for!

Of course, the matter was hidden from the old grandmother; Daxin’s mother left everything in the family and took the opportunity to fly to Penghu alone; Zhenguan went to Longshan Temple to burn incense every day; Kneeling down in front of him, praying in his heart, only Daxin can be safe and sound as soon as possible; he is a child in His Monga territory, Guanyin Bodhisattva wants to bless him—— How do you know that three days have passed, when Zhenguan was counting when Daxin's mother would come back, she was the first to take a piece of paper from him, piercing Zhenguan's heart like a sharp knife: The piece of paper, whether she held it horizontally or straight, her hand just swished, and tears fell on it... Just eight words, no title, no signature... Did she read it wrong? !She thought of everything for him, but made him hate her so much; did he really think she was a troublesome, talkative woman?Does he really not know her heart?In the next fifty years, when Zhenguan thinks back on everything in her life, how can she endure that she just sits and watches when Daxin's accident happened? How do you distinguish between outsiders and yourself?Was she really going to just sit and watch?I'd rather he wronged her than she didn't do her best to him; think about it later, and regret it later.Right and wrong are very clear, and you should do what you should do. Life is only straight once, and if you make a mistake, you will have to wait for the next life to make up for it. It will take so long... Being misunderstood is just pain. It's just a small injury in life; what should be done but not done, life is full of remorse and uneasiness, remorse is the denial of life as a whole, it's a lifelong thought, and you have to beat your heart—— Daxin is such an understanding person, how could he have misunderstood him... She knows and cherishes him so much, but his answer to her is the eight words of destroying gold and jade - is it regrettable? Zhen Guan asked herself, those tears were like bursting a bank... Come to this point today, everything in her life is destined to be regrettable——she packed up all the letters and things that Daxin gave her; the printed score and graduation commemoration that she put on the bedside before going to bed, He sent it through the wind and rain—— The ones that were torn, she actually glued back most of them, but she still vomited on him like this, and even wrote a line in the printed script: Huang is a colleague in the office, because his name sounds better than everyone else; Zhen Guan used it to anger him! Love is so angry and funny, she sends the object like a gust of wind; with Daxin's strong personality, and her deep understanding of Daxin, she should know what the consequences are, but she is so confused, she thought it was just so The fuss will pass— Half a month after sending the letter, there was no response to the big letter. Knowing that he was angry, Zhenguan still went to Longshan Temple every day. Only then did she realize how affectionate it was for her uncle to pray to heaven, earth, and gods to protect her uncle who was in the flames of war, and to return safely; The old man was able to see his son again, but he didn't think about anything for himself first—— Dajin had never read a book, and the girls at that time could not read a few books properly; yet she knew true love like this, recognized true love... How tall Dajin is compared to other people! During the Lunar New Year, Zhenguan followed the tide of people returning to their hometown, and they came back again; the five-day annual leave, Zhenguan had never had such a miserable year-started to work on the sixth day of the lunar month; Yinchan saw that she was heartless, and the first thing she said when she came back was she: "Have you ever thought about it, it's your fault—" "I'm wrong? Of course I'm wrong! Am I still right?" Yin Chan glanced at her, and still said: "It's your fault. You hurt him so badly by doing that!" "..." Seeing that she was silent, Yinchan became more courageous, and continued to say: "Daxin is knowledgeable, reasonable, open and forthright, you should know better than me!" "—" Like five lightnings striking her heart, Zhen Guan throbbed at once; she turned her back and began to wipe away tears: I am ashamed of my old friend and Daxin; I am not as good as Yinchan for knowing him... Silver Toad continued: "What's more, he is in a bad mood, how can he stand up to you?" "..." "You still write to him to apologize!" "..." "If you don't write, I will write!" "don't want--" "why?" "It's no use, it's no use! He's pissing me off—" Before finishing talking, the phone rang, and Yinchan went to answer it, and then she wanted to go over to Zhenguan; she made a comparison, and said in a low voice: "It's his mother!" Zhen Guan picked it up timidly, and called out: "aunt--" Daxin's mother said over there: "Zhenguan, did Daxin write to you?" Zhen Guan shook her head, tears were already running down her face, the other party asked again, and she remembered that it was a phone call, so she said: "No--" "Oh, the child—" His mother blamed him on the phone: "Sometimes I'm really a child, I've never been through it, so I don't know how to think—" Zhen Guan wiped away tears with his hands, and said: "—maybe he's not free—he's about to be discharged!" "Yeah, if you don't say it, I don't think about it. There are only a few hundred days left, and I will be back in June. When I come back, I will talk about him—" Since Zhen Guan hung up the phone, she began to look forward to the passing of time; she thought that as long as she saw his people, everything would be different.