Chapter 49 Green Water Flows (9)

I have a relative.I can't figure out my relationship with her.I call her Aunt anyway. Although she is not my real aunt, she was the one I valued the most since I was a child.My aunt was my female role model from the age of six to twelve. My aunt was wearing a cheongsam with red dots on a white background, with a thin waist, high breasts and round hips. The stand-up collar of the cheongsam set off her snow-white neck.Her short, permed hair curled around her cheeks.The cheekbones of her face always had a pink luster, and her long black eyebrows stretched into her temples.She spoke generously, and her neat teeth gleamed in her red lips.Wearing extremely high heels, she walked in the yard of the cadres' rest center with a smile on her face.My uncle is tall and heroic.Dressed in an officer's uniform, he accompanied his aunt to the ballroom.Later, I found a word to describe my aunt, which is graceful and graceful.My aunt is so graceful!

Today, many years later, I will suddenly find that I learned a certain posture from my aunt.I laughed at myself.There is no doubt that I am imitating Dongshi.A woman's charm is innate.This is a painful truth for us. A woman's natural charm is the most important thing that attracts a man. My aunt was born in a capitalist family, and she was also a capitalist of foreign slave compradors, but why did my uncle marry my aunt regardless of everything? My uncle is a big man from Northeast China, his parents died since he was a child.He witnessed his father being beaten to death by bandits, and his mother committing suicide by jumping into a well after being insulted by the landlord Lao Cai.He has bitterness and hatred.Once he found the Communist Party, he unswervingly followed the party.

Uncle is not just a battle-hardened veteran of the Red Army.He also learned culture in the revolutionary ranks.He also went to Moscow for a special course.Can dance the tap dance of the Don River Valley, and can sing a few lines of the famous opera "Madame Butterfly". In a university in Wuhan, my uncle who was doing underground work in the student movement met my aunt when she was in her third year of university.It was love at first sight. They fell in love at first sight and were soon separated by revolution and war.The uncle's identity was exposed, and he was hurriedly picked up from the hot bed by party members in the middle of the night.There is no time to say goodbye between lovers.During the long and harsh years of war, my aunt has been searching for her lover's whereabouts.My uncle was on the verge of death, but he never forgot my aunt.There were also many opportunities for my uncle to marry a young and beautiful female comrade in arms, but he was never tempted.Finally, they met.But the party organization warned my uncle that he should not marry my aunt.It is impossible for a senior Communist Party officer and a capitalist lady to have class feelings.The uncle is faced with a tough choice: the party or the lady?

My uncle asked for a miss. Angrily, the party demoted the uncle one level, transferring him from an important leadership position to a less important leadership position. This touching love story has been widely sung in our family.I remember when I was eight or nine years old, I asked the adults, why did my uncle marry my aunt?My outspoken fifth aunt curled her lips and said: It's not because our family's charm is so fascinating. I was shocked.I retorted that they shared the same revolutionary ideal and the common goal of fighting for communism. The fifth aunt said: You know what to ask?What do children know?

I know my reasons are not reasonable.Regardless of whether I can find the reason why they love each other, after all, they are a model of love. In the mid-sixties, I witnessed a quarrel between my aunt and uncle. It was summer vacation and I was at my aunt's house.She has four children and a two-story bungalow.There is a garden in front of and behind the house that fascinates our teenagers. Usually we have lunch break.After lunch there is a quiet time for a nap.One day, my uncle suddenly roared from upstairs: No way!I don't allow it!never! In their bedroom, a telegram was thrown on the floor.My aunt's father died.My aunt is going home for the funeral.Uncle said no.

The uncle said: Everyone knows that you and your family have long drawn a clear line and severed the relationship. You have no father. My aunt said: I have a father!Everyone has a father!I am human! My uncle said: People have to be divided into classes.What class are you from? My aunt said: People of all classes have fathers.A son of man must do his best.For you, I didn't honor him when he was alive, but now that he's passed away, why don't you let us father and daughter meet? Uncle said: Damn it!for me? The uncle approached the aunt: what about me?It wasn't because of you that I would be where I am today?Let me tell you, if it wasn't for you, my house today would be in Beijing!In Zhongnanhai!

The aunt's face was pale.She licked her dry lips and couldn't speak.She hugged her shoulders and shivered. My aunt rushed to grab the telegram and tore it into strips. Aunt said: good!it is good!Today you finally told the truth!I ruined your bright future, and I owe you the debt of this life.it is good!Then I'm not going home.I'm not going!don't go!Let my father die in peace.You have to remember from now on that you owe me a debt.We're done! My aunt threw fragments of the telegram into my uncle's face.The uncle slapped the aunt across the face and scolded: "Stinky bitch!

Without fear, the aunt stood upright and said: You bastard with a heart and a heart! My aunt fell ill.Lied all summer.From that day on, my aunt moved downstairs and never went upstairs again. The fight of my uncle and aunt was a historic shock to me. Of course, they later reconciled.Living under the same roof for many years with four children.Although my aunt lived downstairs, she also became pregnant and had an induced abortion. Aunt's charm lasts forever.During the Cultural Revolution, she wore a female soldier's uniform with an armed belt around her waist, giving her a heroic appearance.Now she has white hair, wears gold-rimmed reading glasses, and a string of pearl necklaces in her red silk shirt. She rides a milky white sports car for women.

During the Cultural Revolution, my uncle actively supported the rebels, and my aunt was a conservative. During the "Fourth Five-Year" Tiananmen incident, my uncle stood on the side of the Party Central Committee, and my aunt enthusiastically recited Tiananmen poems. The two of them have never had the same point of view.But no divorce either.My aunt mentioned it!Uncle disagreed.It was the fifth aunt who said again: With a woman like that, which man would let her go if he got it?She is a stunner! For many years, I didn't have the opportunity to have an in-depth conversation with my aunt, and she kept her mouth shut about her love life.

Ten years ago, I was having trouble with my marriage and my choices were opposed by our whole family.I turned to my aunt for support in my distress.I think she might be more open-minded. My aunt said something like that to me. I remember that in Qiuwei's garden, my aunt and I were arranging the grape trellises.Yellow leaves flutter around us like butterflies.Everywhere is the brown of old dry vines. My aunt said: I don't agree with your point of view either.When it comes to discussing marriage, one must calmly look at the other party's character, talent, appearance, personality and family background.The family must be cultured, mild in character, considerate, and conscientious.Talent should also have ten points.When the above conditions are met, see if the two of you get along properly.Appropriate is the best.

I blushed and said: What about love? My aunt said: Silly boy, we don't talk about love.