Preserved plum flavor

It was ten years after I met him again, a late summer evening, with golden clouds and a hint of imperceptible coolness in the warm wind blowing on her face. She sat on the gray and yellow wooden chair on the roadside, reading a sad story. He was carrying a black backpack and a blue peaked cap, approaching her slowly. Xiaoxiao, do you know how to get to Xinghua Village community? When he saw that she didn’t respond, he seemed to be trapped in the story and couldn’t dial it out for a while. Then I raised the volume and said it again. Half, she still had no reaction. When he turned around and was about to leave, he seemed to hear her voice behind him. Xinghua village? He turned around and saw a pair of slightly swollen and red eyes shining with blurred tears beside her delicate face. In the poem, she slowly vomited: the so-called Qingming festival rains one after another, and people on the road wanted to break their souls, asking where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua village. He smiled happily. She showed his face carefully, white face, black glasses, and a warm and bright smile like sunshine. Seems to have seen it somewhere. But where have you seen it? Soon she noticed the fatigue in his smile and felt ashamed of her arrogance. Without waiting for him to leave again, she said quickly that Xinghua Village was near her home, and she was just going home and took him by the way. He smiled happily. They walked side by side with tacit understanding, and the distance between two people could just squeeze into another person. This distance allowed her to accurately feel the sweat smell on him. In order to get rid of the sense of distance between the two hearts, she made up some jokes herself. He also smiled with cooperation and stared at her eyes with interest from time to time. She thought this man was a little cute. At least she liked to watch him laugh. Suddenly, some golden hoots in his mouth broke into her eyes. For a moment, she understood, the man beside her met her ten years ago. Ten years ago, she was in the third grade of primary school right reading. The plum rain in that spring lasted for three weeks. Her father was hospitalized because of serious illness, and he was in the same ward as her father. In his memory, the handsome face of the young man in the flower season always showed pale color and the pain revealed inadvertently. In those days, her home was full of her and her brother’s dirty laundry, and there was only the sound of TV in the empty room. My mother, who spent 24 hours a day at work and on her way to work, finally fainted on her way to work. A week later, the 80-year-old grandmother was taken over by her mother from the countryside to take care of them. The breakfast Grandma gave her was a bowl of porridge and half steamed bread. The thrifty grandma always left half for her to eat at noon. She would deliver meals to her father every noon, so she often saw him. The reason why he is remembered is not his handsome appearance and dramatic fate. But that bag of preserved plum. At that time, he had a clear outline and a pale face. Every middle age, his mother would bring him delicious special food, but he always refused weakly. After dinner, he was always stuffed into a sour preserved plum by his mother. She always looked at it, drooling and swallowing it carefully. Dad, I want to eat preserved plum. She leaned her back against the cool wall, lowered her head and swung her voice so low that she could not hear it. Dad asked some trivial things about the family again, and then sent her home earlier. When I came back at noon the next day, the continuous rain suddenly stopped. The Golden Sun’s light passed through the glass window and sprinkled on the white bed. Dad and he were chatting enthusiastically. The two men’s faces were illuminated by the sunshine, and their pale smiles became particularly warm. She told her father that grandma specially made his favorite spicy duck. A pack of preserved plum fell in front of her like that. She saw him laughing happily. Little Sister, can you try it for me? She was shy, stiff and afraid to touch. The careless father picked up a red apple with a smile and asked her to send it to him. Brother, here you are. She Niuniu held the apple in a pinch. He caught it with both hands and looked at the little girl with a smile. She raised her head and saw his bright smile, immediately returning a bright smile. Turn around quickly and run out of the room. Unconsciously, the sunset had fallen down the horizon in the blink of an eye, and the Orange Street lights began to become ambiguous. She tried to ask carefully, but she was afraid that he had already forgotten and hesitated. Heard him say, is there something on your mind? If so, what? She asked him mischievously, but he smiled helplessly and looked at her with meaning. When she saw that he was not angry, she blurted out. Ten years ago, did you live in kanghuai hospital? He was stunned and smiled and asked how do you know? Don’t you remember me? My father was beside you at that time. Oh? She looked at his smiling eyelid as usual, and already knew that he had forgotten. But what she didn’t know was that the long time he spent in the hospital, the number of people she knew was beyond her imagination, who would remember that ordinary little girl in those days. She stopped talking and laughing, leaving only an imperceptible smile at the corner of her mouth. He thought it was his fault, thinking of jokes to make her laugh. Half an hour’s journey, two people seem to have walked for an hour, maybe longer. The sky became much darker inadvertently. The Sun in the sky had already been covered by dark clouds coming by the strong wind. She urged him to leave quickly, but it seemed that it was too late. At the moment when the sudden rainstorm came, she was showing him the building marked Xinghua village opposite. He nodded, but she suddenly turned around and rushed into the rain. He waved his hands and called her back. She gave him a smile and quickly disappeared into the rain. If you are well, it will be sunny. Thinking about his anxious expression at that time, she couldn’t help laughing, thinking that even if she got wet, it was worth it, as long as he didn’t get wet. In the biochemical class the next day, she previewed the text while repeatedly wiping her nose and throwing tissue. The chattering deskmate suddenly dragged her textbook. Shouted loudly, the new physics teacher is very handsome. Really? She said casually. Can he be handsome? The school bell rang, he was wearing a handsome suit, with a bright smile, and the money went to the platform. When he looked at the audience, the girl couldn’t help screaming. When they looked at each other, she suddenly felt that she had returned to the noon ten years ago. The preserved plum taste of that pack, which had been eaten for a whole month, poured into my heart again. Who said that? If you still think yesterday was an accident, then today is a special accident. The passage of life is hard to go smoothly. If you still have love in your heart, you must go on bravely and firmly.

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