Chapter 18 17

But he once said, "It can be like this, which means I won't die for a while." She thought of that day, "it" seemed to be like that often. Does that mean that he can live for a long time?She was full of hope again, maybe he was in better health than average, maybe he was still alive? She must find him, even if he is dead, she must know where he is buried.If he was not sick and just went back to take care of his father, even if he was married to someone else, she would have to visit him.No matter why he left her, she must find out the truth, otherwise she will never feel at ease.

The first clue that Jingqiu could think of was Duanfang, because Duanfang knew the real condition of the third child at that time, maybe she also knew his address in province A.Duanfang said she didn't know that time, maybe it was the third child who told her. Now if she promises Changfang that she will not commit suicide, Duanfang will definitely tell her the address of the third child. That Sunday, Jingqiu went to Xicunping, and went directly to Duanfang's house to find her.Aunt and the others were surprised and enthusiastic when they saw her.Duanlin is already married, and his wife was found from an old mountain area far away. She is quite handsome. The couple is now living with the aunt, and it is said that they are planning to build a new house.

After Jingqiu greeted everyone, she went to her room with Duanfang to talk. Duanfang was very sad when Jingqiu asked about the third child, and said, "I really don't know his address in province A. If I knew, I would have waited until today? I would have followed him to take care of him." Jingqiu didn't believe it, and pleaded: "He didn't tell anyone about his illness at that time, he only told you, and he must have told you the address---" Duanfang said: "He didn't tell me that he had leukemia at that time. My elder brother heard it when he called at the Yanjiahe post office. He is already the second person in their exploration team to have leukemia, so he Ask the headquarter to send someone to investigate and see if it has anything to do with their working environment."

"Then---after he left, when I went to look for you in middle school, why didn't you tell---me?" "You told him you heard about his leukemia from me, and he came to ask me how I knew it. I told him, and he told me not to tell you this, and told me that he told me himself-- --. He said that fortunately you didn't receive the letters he wrote to you, because he told you in the letters, and he was afraid that there might be some problems with the water and soil in this area, so he wanted to remind you----" Jingqiu said weakly: "No wonder he didn't give me the letter later. Could it be that there is a problem with the water and soil in this area?"

"Probably not, the two sick people are members of their exploration team, and later their exploration team withdrew---, I don't know if it was done after the work was done, or because of some other reason---" "Then--did the third child go with their team, or--" "He left at the end of the year, saying that he was saved by going back to A----then there was no news about it." Jingqiu decided to take advantage of the Labor Day holiday to go to Province A to find the third child, hoping to see her again.Even if she can't meet again, she still hopes to visit him on his grave.She knew that her mother would not let her go to such a far place in province A by herself, and she was unfamiliar with the place, and she had never traveled far.She wanted to ask Zheng Ling to go with her, but Zheng Ling said that Xiao Xiao would come back for vacation on May 1st, and she would definitely not be allowed to travel to province A.Besides, the travel fare to province A is also very expensive, and it is not safe for the two girls to travel far.

Jingqiu had no other choice, and decided to go alone without any hesitation. She only knew that the third child's home was in City B, the capital of Province A, but she didn't know where it was.She thought, since his father is the commander of the military region, as long as he finds the military region of province A, there will always be a way to find the commander.The commander has been found, of course the commander's son can be found. After thinking about it, she went to Teacher Jiang to help buy a train ticket to Province A and City B during May Day. She knew that Teacher Jiang had a student whose parent was from a train station, so she could buy a ticket.During the May Day period, the railway is very busy. Go to the station to buy tickets by yourself. One is that you don’t have time, and the other is that you may not be able to buy them.

Teacher Jiang agreed to buy a ticket for her, but was very worried, and said, "Are you planning to travel to City B alone? That's not safe." Jingqiu told Teacher Jiang about going to Province A to find the third child, and asked Teacher Jiang to help her buy a ticket no matter what. If she didn't go during May Day, she would have to wait until summer vacation. If she went late, there would be no hope. I saw the third child. A few days later, Teacher Jiang bought the tickets back for her. She bought two tickets in total. Teacher Jiang said that she would go with Jingqiu herself, so that it would not be unsafe for her to go alone.Teacher Jiang went to tell Jingqiu's mother that she was going to take her youngest son to a friend's house in City B. It was inconvenient to take care of the child alone on the way, so she wanted to ask Jingqiu to go with her and help take care of the child.Seeing that she was going with Mr. Jiang, my mother had no objections, so she readily agreed.

Mr. Jiang's youngest son was nicknamed "Little Brother", and he was less than two years old at the time.Jingqiu and Teacher Jiang took their younger brother to City B by train and stayed at the home of Teacher Jiang's friend, Teacher Hu. On the second day, Jingqiu and Mr. Jiang took their younger brother to transfer cars a few times before finding the provincial military region. It was in a place called Taohualing. There was a high courtyard wall outside, and the hillside could be seen from outside the courtyard wall. The trees on the mountain are all blooming, like a fairyland on earth.Seeing that the third child lived in such a beautiful place, Jingqiu thought it would be better for him to come back, it would be more comfortable than living in her small house, and she only hoped that he was still here.

There were guards with guns standing guard at the door. They said they were looking for Commander Sun of the military region, but the guards refused to let them in, saying that the commander of the military region was not surnamed Sun. Are you making a mistake?Teacher Jiang asked: "Then is there a deputy commander surnamed Sun or a head of similar rank?" The guard checked for a while and said no.Jing Qiu asked, "What's the commander's last name?" The guard refused to answer.Teacher Jiang said: "No matter what the commander's surname is, we will find the commander."

The guard said he would call in to ask for instructions, but after a while, he came out and told them that the commander was not at home. Jingqiu asked the commander if anyone else was at home?I just want to ask about his son. The guard called in again, each time taking a lot of time.Teacher Jiang asked curiously, "Why does it take you so long to make a phone call?" The guard explained that the call cannot be made directly to the commander's house, but to some kind of office, and then transferred from there, so it is a bit time-consuming. After tossing around like this, I didn't find out any news. I only know that the chief's family has gone out, maybe for a trip.When I asked the chief where he was traveling, the guards refused to say even if they were beaten to death, as if they were afraid that the two of them would lie in ambush on the way the chief passed by and blow up the chief's family.

They went there again in the afternoon, hoping to meet a more humane guard, but the one in the afternoon was worse than the one in the morning. After asking for a long time, they didn't even find out about the situation in the morning. Jingqiu was dejected, she shouldn't have, she shouldn't have said that she was going to die with him.If you want to follow, just follow, why did you send a declaration to him eight hundred years earlier?Worry not to scare him away? Jingqiu boarded the train back to City K with her head downcast.When I came here, I was full of hope, thinking that even if I couldn't see the third child, I could at least find out from his family where he was hospitalized. Even if he had already left, his family would tell her where the grave was. The gate of the military area has not been entered. Teacher Jiang comforted her and said, "Maybe it's because we didn't bring the certificate from the unit that others didn't let us in. Next time we remember to ask the unit to issue a certificate, and we will definitely be able to go in." "But the guard said that the military commander's surname is not Sun----, could it be----" "Maybe Xiao Sun has the surname of his mother? He said before that when his father was fighting, his whole family was kicked out of the military compound, which means that he lived in the military compound at that time. Later, his father was reinstated. , then his family will definitely move back again.” Jingqiu felt that Mr. Jiang's analysis made sense, but the problem was that she couldn't find it this time, and she had no vacation recently, so she had to wait until the summer vacation to have time to look for it again. I don't know if the third child was still there. Teacher Jiang said: "His whole family is not at home. It's a bad thing and a good thing. It's a bad thing because we didn't meet them. It's a good thing because the whole family went on a trip, which means --- nothing major happened at home." Jingqiu also felt that possibility after hearing what Teacher Jiang said.If the third child is hospitalized or passed away, how can his family have the intention to travel?He must have recovered from his illness, or the military hospital in K city had misdiagnosed him. The youngest child returned to province A and went to several hospitals for reexamination. It turned out that it was not leukemia, so everyone was happy.Anyway, their exploration team has already withdrawn, maybe disbanded, and the third child will stay in province A. She imagined that the third child was traveling in some scenic area with his father and younger brother. You took pictures of me and I took pictures of you, and asked passers-by to help take pictures.She imagined it so vividly that she could even hear his laughter. But she immediately began to doubt this possibility, and she asked Mr. Jiang: "If he recovers, why doesn't he come to me?" Teacher Jiang said: "How do you know that he didn't go out to find you this time? Maybe he went to K city, we came to B city, and missed it on the way. There are many such things. Maybe when you go home, he Sitting at your house waiting for you, being tortured left and right by your mother, it is already burnt." Jingqiu couldn't help laughing when she thought of how the third child was "tortured" by her mother.All of a sudden, she became eager to return home, and she only hoped that the train would arrive in K City soon. It was already late at night when we returned to City K.The third child was not at her house, so she asked her mother if anyone had come to see her in the past few days, and her mother said that Wei Jianxin had come and asked him what was the matter, but he refused to say anything, and left after sitting for a while. Jingqiu was extremely disappointed, why was it Wei Jianxin and not Sun Jianxin? That night, without going to sleep, she wrote a letter to the commander of the military region of province A.She wrote down everything about the third child's condition, and she reluctantly parted with her. She put a photo of the third child in it, and asked the commander to help find Sun Jianxin.She believes that even if the third child's father is not the commander of the military region, he must be some kind of leader of the military region, and the commander will definitely find him. The next day, she sent the letter by registered mail, knowing that although registered mail was slower, it would definitely arrive.She no longer dared to hope for a miracle, so she could only prepare for the worst, that is, even the commander would not be able to find the third child.Then she will wait for the summer vacation, and then go to province A, and live there to find the third child.If she can't find the third child this summer, she will go to look for it every summer until she finds the third child. On the morning of May 4th Youth Day, the Eighth Middle School held a celebration party.Originally, Youth Day was not related to primary school students, but the attached primary school and the No. 8 Middle School are on the same campus, and the middle school is singing and dancing there, and the primary school cannot have classes, so we celebrate together every time.However, when middle school students have a half-day holiday in the afternoon, primary school students do not have a holiday. Jingqiu accompanies the performances of each class as usual. She had just finished accompaniment to the chorus of a class when a teacher told her that a comrade from the People's Liberation Army was looking for you. There was something urgent and asked you to go to the reception room at the door.When Jingqiu heard that he was a "comrade from the People's Liberation Army", she thought that the third child's father might have sent someone here.The letter had just been mailed, so it could not have been received, it could only be that the commander came back from outside and heard that she was looking for him, so he sent someone. But she thought it was impossible, she didn't tell the guards her address, how could the commander find her? She ran to the reception room full of doubts, and at a glance she saw a soldier who looked like the third oldest soldier waiting there. Seeing her, the soldier stepped forward and said hurriedly: "Comrade Jingqiu? I am Sun Jianguo, Sun Jianguo." Jianxin's brother, my brother is in very bad condition, I would like to ask you to go to the hospital----" When Jingqiu heard it, her legs felt weak, and she asked tremblingly, "What's wrong with him?" "Go to the car first, let's talk in the car, I've been here for a while—I wanted to go in and find you, but today you have a celebration party, and the gate guard locked the school gate——" Jingqiu didn't bother to ask for leave, and said to the doorman: "Please help me ask my mother to accompany those classes with the organ, and ask her to help me in my class in the afternoon. I am going to the hospital now. A friend of mine ---The situation is very bad--" The guard agreed, and Jingqiu and Sun Jianguo hurried out of the school. A military jeep was parked outside the school gate. When Jing Qiu followed Sun Jianguo to the jeep, she heard a few students who slipped away shouting, "Teacher Jing was arrested by the military control!" She had no choice but to run back to the doorman and ask the doorman to explain to her mother, so as not to spread rumors and frighten her mother. There are only the driver and Sun Jianguo in the military jeep.On the way, Sun Jianguo told her that after the third child came out of the county hospital, he did not return to province A, but stayed in the third team at Huanghuachang. On the one hand, he could help find out whether the working environment of the exploration team could induce leukemia, On the one hand, Huanghuachang is only a few miles away from No. 8 Middle School Farm, and that road can be used by car or by bicycle, so it is convenient for the third child to go to the farm to see her. Later, she returned to K City to teach at the Primary School Attached to the No. 8 Middle School, and the third child also transferred to K City and lived in the military hospital.He only went back to A during the Spring Festival to save it, and returned to K City after the Spring Festival.His father persuaded him to stay in province A, but he refused.His father had to ask his nanny to follow him and take care of him in the hospital.Later, Sun Jianguo also came to accompany him in the hospital.His father couldn't stay in City K all the time, so he could only come to see him often, because it only took about ten hours to drive from Province A.Now his father, aunt, uncle, aunt, several cousins, and several friends are all guarding the hospital. Sun Jianguo said: "When my brother was able to walk, we visited you in No. 8 Middle School and saw you playing volleyball on the playground with some little girls. We also saw you teaching students on the road outside the school. Then my brother lay down , he let me see you alone, and tell him when I go back. He has never let us tell you that he is in K city, and he has not let us tell you that he has leukemia. He said: 'Don't let her know , let her live so carefree.' With his confession, we would not have come to disturb you, but he left too---painfully, for too long.It had been several days since he was dying, and the hospital had stopped taking medication and resuscitation, but he still couldn't swallow his last breath, and couldn't close his eyes.We thought he must have wanted to see you, so we disregarded the rules he set and came here without authorization.I believe you will understand us, and I believe you will want to see him.But you must not do anything extreme, or he will blame us if he has a spirit in heaven. " Jingqiu was speechless, she didn't know if it was because she had thought too much about the third child and lost her mind.On the one hand, she was delighted to see the third child, and on the other hand, she was heartbroken because he had entered the "dying state".She hoped it was just a dream, a nightmare.She hoped to wake up from the dream as soon as possible, and saw the third child leaning over to look at her, asked her if she had a nightmare, and told her that the dreams were all reversed. Sun Jianguo asked: "Comrade Jingqiu, are you a party member?" Jing Qiu shook her head. "Are you a member of the regiment?" Jingqiu nodded. "Then please promise in the name of the members that you will never do anything to hurt yourself---" Jingqiu nodded again. When they arrived at the hospital, the jeep drove to the open space outside the ward. Sun Jianguo called Jingqiu out of the car and took her up to the second floor.There were many people in the ward, all with red and swollen eyes.Seeing her, a person who looked like a chief came forward and asked, "Is this Comrade Jingqiu?" Jingqiu nodded, the chief held her hand, weeping, pointed to the hospital bed and said, "He must be waiting for you, you go--say goodbye to him." After finishing speaking, he walked out to the corridor up. Jingqiu walked to the hospital bed and saw the person lying on the bed, but she couldn't believe that it was the third child. He was very thin, really skinny, and his eyebrows were very long and thick.His deep-set eyes were half-open, and the whites seemed bloodshot.Hair falls out a lot and looks very thin.His cheekbones protruded, his cheeks sunk in, and his face was as white as a hospital sheet. Jingqiu didn't dare to go forward, thinking that this could not be the third child.The third child she saw a few months ago was still the handsome and personable young man, but the patient in front of her was really appalling. Several people were gently pushing her to the hospital bed. She mustered up the courage to go to the hospital bed, found his left hand from under the quilt, and saw the scar on the back of his hand.His hands were now bony, and the scar seemed longer.Her legs gave way, and she knelt down beside the bed. She felt that several people were pulling her up, but she refused to get up.She heard several people urging her: "Call out! Call out!" She turned around and asked blankly, "What's your name?" "Call him by name, how do you usually call him, now he will call you, if you don't call him, he will leave!" Jing Qiu couldn't call out, she couldn't call out his name usually, and now she couldn't call out even more.All she knew was holding his hand and staring at him blankly.His hands were not completely cold, but there was still some warmth, which showed that he was still alive, but his chest did not heave. Several people were urging her to "scream quickly, scream quickly", she held his hand and said to him: "I am Jingqiu, I am Jingqiu--" he said, even if one of his He stepped into the grave, and when he heard her name, he would pull his foot back to see her. She held his hand all the time, and said to him hopefully, "I'm Jingqiu, I'm Jingqiu--" She couldn't remember how many times she had said this, her knees were numb, her voice was hoarse, and the people next to her couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Stop screaming, he can't hear." But she didn't believe it, because his eyes were still half open, she knew he could hear, he just couldn't speak, couldn't answer her, but he must be able to hear.She seemed to be able to see that he had stepped on one foot in the grave, but she believed that as long as she kept screaming, he would be reluctant to put the other foot in the grave. She kept saying to him: "I am Jingqiu! I am Jingqiu!" She was afraid that he would not be able to hear her, so she moved to his head and said to him in his ear: "I am Jingqiu! I am Jingqiu!" She thought he could hear her, but it was covered by a white mist, he needed In a little time, use her birthmark to verify whether it is her. She heard a suppressed cry, but she didn't cry, she still insisted on saying to him: "I am Jingqiu! I am Jingqiu!" After a while, she saw him close his eyes, and two tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes. Two red, crystal clear tears. . . . . . end The third child left. According to his last wish, his body was cremated and buried under the hawthorn tree.He was not an anti-Japanese martyr, but the Xicunping brigade treated him as a death in the line of duty and asked him to be buried there.At the beginning of the Cultural Revolution, the tombstones of those anti-Japanese martyrs were dug up as "four olds", so the third child did not erect a tombstone. The third child's father said to Jingqiu: "He insisted on being buried here----, we are all---- far away, so I entrusted him to you----" The third child put his diary, letters to Jingqiu, photos, etc. in a military bag and entrusted his younger brother to keep them, saying that if Jingqiu lived happily, he should not give these things to her; If her love is not going well, or her marriage is not happy, give her these things, let her know that there was once a person in the world who loved her with all her heart, and let her believe that there is eternal love in the world. He wrote on the title page of a diary: "I can't wait for you for a year and a month, and I can't wait for you to be twenty-five years old, but I will wait for you for a lifetime." He only has a photo of Jingqiu when she was six years old and the sixteen-character letter beside him.He kept it all the time, and it was also in the military bag. Sun Jianguo gave all these things to Jingqiu. Every year in May, Jingqiu would go to the hawthorn tree to watch the hawthorn flowers with the third child.I don't know if it was her psychological effect, but she felt that the flowers on the tree were redder than those sent by the third child. Ten years later, Jingqiu was admitted as a postgraduate student in the English Department of L University. Twenty years later, Jing Qiu traveled across the ocean and came to the United States to study for a doctorate. Thirty years later, Jingqiu has been teaching at a university in the United States.This year, she will fly back to the hawthorn tree with her daughter to visit the third child. She would say to her daughter: "Here lies the person I love." (Finish) (I would like to use this article to commemorate the 30th anniversary of the death of Sun Jianxin (the third child)) <<Love in the Hawthorn Tree>> Postscript 2006-03-20 06:47:13 ************* by Jingqiu ************* In Huang Yan's words, I did not write <<Love in the Hawthorn Tree>>, I wrote the postscript on my behalf. Amy "threatened" me very early and said: "Netizens want to read your story, and I will code your story." But I am a person without a story, because I have always lived cautiously and diligently "ordinary-LIZE" my life.The disaster has not yet come, and the worst preparations have been made in the heart in advance, and the fear and pain have been dispersed to those days before the disaster.When the disaster really came, I couldn't feel the shock and vibration in my heart.In the same way, when happiness comes, I always warn myself: happiness comes with misfortune, don't be too happy, joy will come with sorrow.The feeling of happiness is then diluted by the anticipation of disaster. Living like this, I will not be knocked down by sudden disasters, but at the same time, I have deprived myself of the right to be overjoyed and sympathetic, and finally turned my life into a cup of warm water, curled up in a constant temperature of 27 degrees, and fell asleep. I finally thought of asking Amy to write the story of the third child because this year coincides with the 30th anniversary of the death of the third child, and I was going to return to China to visit the third child, so I took it for granted that writing his story and posting it on the Internet is also a kind of commemoration.Amy read the story of the third child, and readily agreed, so there were 47 episodes of <<Love in the Hawthorn Tree>>. I would like to start by thanking Amy for her brilliant pen, which is beyond my reach.What I gave her was just a very rough thing written by a 20-year-old girl in a very rough notebook.All my literary knowledge at that time came from the few books I read.The story took place in the late period of the Cultural Revolution, and I lived in that era, so I didn't explain the background at that time when I wrote it.My thinking at that time was also bound by many rules and regulations, and what I wrote could not escape the "party stereotyped writing" style that dominated the literary world at that time. Based on such a naive, rough and rigid thing, Amy wrote a story that attracted many netizens to tears, which should be attributed to Amy's unique writing style, literary eye and literary heart. Amy's writing skills are obvious to all.Someone once criticized her <<Deadly Tenderness>>, saying that she "has such a good writing style, why don't she write some meaningful subjects".Whether a theme is meaningful or not depends on who it is for. Here I have no intention of discussing whether "Fatal Tenderness" is meaningful or not. I just want to use this example to prove that even those who criticize her are not interested in her. The writing is also full of praise. In my opinion, Amy's writing is good because it is unpretentious, lively, and harmonious.She does not pursue the gorgeousness of rhetoric or the complexity of structure.What she wrote has a very common vocabulary, and anyone who has studied in middle school for a few years can recognize them all.The sentences she writes are not long, and there are very few sentences that are long enough to change careers.But the characters she portrayed are not only vivid, but also profound, making people unforgettable. I heard from Amy that someone sent her a private message, saying that the men she wrote were all the same kind of people, and the women were also the same kind of people.Maybe the person who said this has her own idea of ​​"one type", but we know that Amy portrays multiple types of men and women, and every character - including secondary characters - is so vivid , has almost become synonymous with a certain type of person.When we see someone in our life or other novels, we can’t help but think: “This person is like Xiao Kun” or “This person is not as good as Huang Yan” or “Why does this sentence seem to be said by Tang Xiaolin?” This shows that the characters in Amy's works have "come to life", no longer "characters", but living people, walking into our lives, as if they are by our side.In every story she writes, there are a lot of men and women, but we will never put on the crown, we will not regard Xiaobai as Jose, and we will not regard Zhou Jianxin as Sun Jianxin. When we can't help but compare the third child with Huang Yan, it proves that Amy is very successful in portraying the characters, because Huang Yan has become synonymous with a certain type of male.Whether it can be called a great inviter or not, first compete with Huang Yan, if you can't compare, just take a rest.The third child won a group of fans in his unyielding struggle with Huang Yan, defeated Huang Yan with his "sourness", but lost to Huang Yan with his premature departure. I am making this inappropriate joke here to show that even if there are two very similar characters, Amy's writing can make everyone feel who is who.It is very simple to write about two different types of people so that people can tell who is Zhang San and who is Li Si.It takes a little effort to write about the same type of people so that people can feel their differences. Amy can write the characters so vividly because she has a pair of sharp eyes.Lu Xun once said that to draw a person most economically, it is best to draw his eyes.No matter who she is writing about, Amy can draw the pair of "eyes" most directly and briefly. Some supporting roles in <<The Love of the Hawthorn Tree>>, such as "sister-in-law", Zhang Yi, "Bronze Granny" and so on, I have spent a lot of time writing in my memoir, adding a lot of comments to distinguish these people , but Amy grasped a few aspects and brought these characters to us vividly in a few sentences. Many times, we have all seen, heard, and even experienced the same character and event, but if each of us writes it out, the degree of moving people is different.Like our famous "Silly Baozi" brother, I watched him grow up and knew a lot of interesting things about him when he was a child, but I couldn't use a very short space to write about a brother who fascinated many netizens.It was Amy's wonderful writing that made me realize that my brother's cuteness lies in his simplicity. We live in the same world, but everyone sees things very differently.There is only one objective world, but the subjective world in people's minds, or the reflection of this objective world in everyone's mind is very different. The so-called "benevolent people see benevolence, and wise men see wisdom" can also be used here. Someone said: "There is no shortage of beauty in this world, what is lacking is the eyes to discover beauty." I very much agree with this sentence.Therefore, it is not that Amy is lucky to live with so many lovely people, but that these people are lucky to be discovered by Amy, and through her pen, these people go online and become more popular. Known and recognized by many people.The third child has been buried in my notebook for nearly thirty years. He has been seen by others and told about it to others, but they cannot be touched as much as hawthorn fans.The third child used Amy's pen to go online, and became a character who became popular in Aiyuan and even in original works. Amy's keen eye for writing comes from her exquisite literary heart.She is a person who loves beauty and is good at discovering, digging, expressing and deepening beauty.Amy can always see the loveliest in a character, so she can write these lovely characters with her pen. Amy said that she did not shed a single tear when she wrote <<Ten Years of Fudge>>. I fully believe this, because that memory is a precious treasure to her.No matter whether Huang Yan is with her or not, she is always positive about Huang Yan, she always appreciates his qualities, and she will not deny his value just because she can't get it.But when Amy wrote the hawthorn tree, she shed tears many times, and she was so sad that Huang Yan was so terrified that she had to break her promise and do it herself.Her heart was moved by other people's stories, and her tears flowed because of other people's stories, which reminded me of the words of the third child: "Men are not happy to cry for themselves, and men are not happy to cry for others?" Good question, honest question.It's a pity that no one was surprised by the woman's tears, otherwise Amy could have asked this question with confidence. The serials written by Amy are like a snowball, rolling all the way, attracting more and more readers. In the last few days, there are really a lot of people, and they can’t stop. Many readers who have been diving for many years come out of the water and tell Take a look at how you feel.Writing stories to the point where people are obsessed and addicted can't but be said to be a kind of success. The descriptions about Amy's writing style, Wenyan and Wenxin also apply to Huang Yan, but Huang Yan has a "manly" hat on top of her head, and she is more ashamed to show her soft and tender side.But Huang Yan not only took care of all the housework, picked up and dropped off Amy every day, worked diligently to manage Aiyuan, and wrote many chapters of "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree".According to Amy, there are many chapters that may make her cry. Huang Yan has written the first draft for her in advance, so that she will not be too sad and affect her body. It can be posted. I would like to express my thanks to Ai Huang. During this period of time, I followed <<Love in the Hawthorn Tree>> every day, but I read more of your follow-up posts.This story is not unfamiliar to me, but everyone's follow-up is brand new.Watching this story and watching the waves it stirs in someone else are two completely different experiences.I am very amazed by the number of posts every day, the sincerity of the words, and the touching content.Everyone helped me realize a lot of things that I have never experienced or dared to experience myself, and let me stand at a new height to understand the touching part of the third child again. Those who can be moved by other people's stories are still young at heart.Shedding tears while reading a book, worrying about the ancients, this is something that many people - including myself - used to disdain. They always feel that a story is a story, or it was made up by the author, or it has passed away. For the story It is very naive to sing and sigh three times about the fate of the characters.But the experience of reading the post made me completely change this view. A person, only when he or she can be moved, worried, and anxious by those people or things that have no direct interest in him or her, will his or her heart To be truly alive, to be truly young. The world has become a whole because of this "worrying for the ancients" type of concern, and individuals are no longer alone because of this seemingly naive resonance.Everything we think is true, good and beautiful is worth being moved by, no matter whether this truth, goodness and beauty will affect our next dinner, and no matter how disdainful this truth, goodness and beauty is in the eyes of others. If we only care about the emotions under our own nose, our life is flat, our world is narrow, and our soul is lonely. If we only rejoice in other people's misfortune, our spirit is pale, our image is small, and our happiness is selfish. If we ridicule and ridicule because others are angry, our hearts are distorted and our souls are ugly. We are not only lowering our own life style, but also interfering with other people's life style. During these dozens of days, thousands of people gathered under the hawthorn tree every day to read posts, follow posts, discuss, and make suggestions.In the last few days, it has reached tens of thousands of visits per day.I think that if the third child has a spirit in heaven, he will be gratified, because his way of living and loving has been affirmed by so many people, and he has encouraged so many people to cherish the people around them and the ordinary life. Many people put forward good suggestions, many people left heartfelt words, and many people shed tears of sympathy, all of which moved me to tears.I will bring everyone's greetings, entrustments, expectations and admiration to Lao San and tell him: Thirty years later, there are still so many people who are moved by you and shed tears for you, and you live in the hearts of many people.It is enough to have one confidant in life, and to have so many confidants in life, there will be no regrets under the nine springs. Once again, I would like to thank Ai Huang and all the netizens who followed <<Love in the Hawthorn Tree>>. I haven't written anything in Chinese for a long time, and my words don't convey my meaning, so I ask for your forgiveness.