Looking at his wife, who was scolding her madly, Zhao Peng wordlessly carried a shovel and walked out of the house.
Along the rugged path of the village, Zhao Peng lit a cigarette and walked leisurely to his own land at the head of the village. When he got to the field, Zhao Peng readjusted the sweet potato ridge again, then sat down on the ground, took out his cell phone and looked at the time. It was already after four o'clock in the afternoon. Zhao Peng was a little dazed. Finally, he couldn't help opening his cell phone mailbox. The email, which has been read more than N times, is actually very short, with only a few dozen words:
It is also the day of blooming in a season, but the mood of spring this year is a little different from that of previous years. It is said that flowers blossom and must be folded, but do not wait for flowers to break empty branches, but will anyone understand the prayers of flowers? On the morning of April 12, 10: 00 in the morning, people's Park of L City, enjoying the flowers together?
The e-mail didn't even have a header or signature. Zhao Peng took out his cigarette again, lit it, and took a heavy puff. The smoke blurred his eyes, but it was soon dispersed by the wind. The green seedlings in the open fields are fiddling with the leaves with the wind, spring is really a beautiful season! The flowers in the park are beautiful at this time, aren't they? Tomorrow is April 12th! Zhao Peng's heart hurt a little bit when he was hit by this day.
On April 12 last year, Zhao Peng met Xia Xiaoyu at a pen pal party. Like his name, although he is nearly 40, he has a tranquil temperament of middle-aged people. Zhao Peng is the first time to attend such a party, and it is also the first time to come into contact with so many strangers, including strange women, who have completely different temperament and conversation from their wives. Zhao Peng, who came out of the countryside, looked shy, dull and self-abased at such a party. So when Xia Xiaoyu came to ask him, he only saw that she had a pair of warm eyes, such as the spring water in the south of the Yangtze River, clear and euphemistic, so he flushed and dared not look up again, and did not even hear her question clearly.
After that party, Zhao Peng published several poems on the website one after another. the style of the poems was different from his previous simplicity and bitterness, but more elegant and gentle. He knew that his poems were moistened by those eyes. Xia Xiaoyu commented on each of his poems, which greatly encouraged Zhao Peng's heart of writing. originally, writing was an vent and sustenance of his soul, but now writing is his pleasure, even almost his whole life. This made his wife, who was already dissatisfied with his writing, even more angry, lying on the computer in the middle of the night, writing things that she thought were worthless, wasting electricity at home! Even when he is working during the day, he will suddenly be in a daze, making his wife think that there is something wrong with him. The wife resisted by scolding, smashing things and tearing, and even rolling on the ground. After more than 20 years of marriage, Zhao Peng has become accustomed to the habits of his wife's shrew, or numb. The marriage arranged by his parents at the age of 18 did not bring him happiness. at that time, the family was poor and needed to borrow money to live, because the four brothers and sisters in the family, except him, were in school, and he was just in time for the land contract responsibility system when he graduated from junior high school. his parents in poor health could only let him drop out of school in tears. His brother was in high school at that time, and his younger brother and sister were still young, so the responsibility of supporting the family could only fall on him. At the age of 15, he not only learned to farm and cook, but even learned to burn pancakes and knit sweaters. People are poor and short-minded, so when someone proposes, the parents feel that the family is so poor, it would be nice to have someone willing to do so.
At first, he could not accept his wife's vulgarity and rudeness. The earth-shaking scolding and tearing made him collapse for a time, and even cried to his parents and asked them why they found him such a person. My mother blamed herself in tears and said that our family was poor, and my father's eyes were also full of bitterness, but she scolded him and said, "although he has a bad temper, he is a person who wholeheartedly leads a good life and works harder than a big man. What are you going to do?" It is this sentence that has comforted me for more than 20 years, and when I think about it, I give up my thoughts every time I feel that I can't go on.
Zhao Peng thought his life would be so boring until his sister bought him a computer and pressed the Internet cable a few years ago. Zhao Peng's world seemed to be suddenly opened. Life was not just about farming and feeding pigs. When he inadvertently found this literary website, his withered life seemed to be suddenly injected with auxin, and something sprouted timidly and stubbornly in his heart. Finally, one day, he could not resist this impulse and began to try to pick up the literature he once loved in high school, thus opening his dream of literature.
And it was here that he met Xia Xiaoyu. Xia Xiaoyu's life was off to a good start. After graduating from college, he went to a city in the south with his boyfriend, but he didn't want to be married for six years and couldn't have children. Her husband couldn't stand the pressure of his family and chose to break up. Xia Xiaoyu didn't want to stay in that sad city, so he quit his job and went back to L City to open a flower shop.
Fate thus pushed Xia Xiaoyu to Zhao Peng's life. Xia Xiaoyu made Zhao Peng feel the sweetness and anguish he had never had before. the entanglement of that kind of thoughts often made Zhao Peng lose his mind, insomnia and even insomnia. Xia Xiaoyu, as long as the thought of this name, Zhao Peng's heart will become soft, her gentleness is like the spring wind, people are a little intoxicated.
Tomorrow is April 12. Zhao Peng looked at the vigorous seedlings in the field and thought that Xia Xiaoyu's white face appeared in the flowers. I don't know why, this time my heart suddenly felt sour. That sentence has been chewed by Zhao Peng thousands of times in his heart when he met before he got married. Does he still have the right to pursue his own happiness?
Zhao Peng finished smoking the last cigarette and screwed the handle into the soil. It was evening and she was a little hungry. The woman should have spilled it by now. Zhao Peng got up and picked up his shovel and walked slowly home. The wild flowers on the roadside are blooming brightly, the branches of the willows are hanging in the ditch, there are circles in the water, whose ducks will swim for food in the water, the spring village has its own simple beauty, Zhao Peng suddenly remembered that circle poem, in fact, people who can't read can still have a delicate feeling!
When Zhao Peng opened his door, the house was in a mess. When his wife looked up and saw him come in, she immediately scolded angrily, "where the hell have you been all afternoon?" It's time to go home by dinnertime!
Without saying a word, Zhao Peng simply cleaned up the belongings that had been thrown all over the floor by his wife, and then went into the kitchen to cook.
After dinner, Zhao Peng went to prepare pig food and feed it to the pig, and then quietly went into his cabin. The wife was still scolding after him, and he closed the door and shut out the sound.
When he took out his cell phone again and opened the email, Zhao Peng's heart welled up with determination. Just to meet, yes, to meet and enjoy the flowers together, just like many literary friends did last year!
I don't know when it was dark, and there was almost no one in the room shrouded in smoke. During this period, Zhao Peng read the letter again and again, memorized it N times, and Xia Xiaoyu's name surrounded his heart again and again, twining his heart into cocoons over and over again. Zhao Peng was awakened by his cough. when he got up and opened the window, he found that it had been raining slowly outside, a trace of coolness came in, and the air was much fresher. Zhao Peng took a deep breath, and there was a peaceful and pleasant smell of grass in the country air on a rainy night.
Zhao Peng thought of his daughter in college and his son in high school. I wonder if they slept well at night. Creeping into the bedroom, the wife was asleep, her arms draped over the quilt, her hands dark and rough. Zhao Peng felt sore in his heart, then quietly turned around and walked out.
When he returned to his cabin and took out his cell phone, Zhao Peng thought about it for a long time and finally replied to Xia Xiaoyu:
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