The old man said

An elderly family is considered a general condition, and there are only the elderly and his sister in the family.At that time, it was difficult to feed the whole family. The old man’s father still gritted his teeth and sent him to school. The old man was not smart, but only had a serious and competitive temperament. He silently reads the books that his husband lent him, but they are all casual books of Zhuliu, a talented scholar and a beautiful woman. There are many such books in the husband's home.His classmates laughed at him as a nerd, but his grades were average. The old man's father always felt that he read too many idle books, but he didn't restrain him much after all.

Disasters are always unpredictable. The death of his parents and the disappearance of his younger sister hit him hard, and he was depressed for a long time, his temper became more and more introverted, and he didn't speak for several weeks, shutting himself at home and letting himself sink.In the end, it was the husband who sent him to the pharmacy who was lying on the ground and was extremely dirty.

Later, he bid farewell to Mr. and went to join the army with other young people. He was really afraid of death, but he went there in a daze. Thirty or so.

He handed the old man a package, a set of clothes, a thick foreign-style notebook, a book, and a few pens.The old man took it and bowed his head in thanks.Standing up, I suddenly realized that I was already higher than my husband's head.With a sore nose, he lowered his head, clutching the package in his hands, and his heart was turbulent.

In the past, I loved to compete with my husband in secret, but I always couldn't compare, and sat in the corner sullenly.I fell asleep leaning on the school table before I knew it, or did the husband carry himself back, has it been a few years now?

There were a lot of people seeing off, and half a song and dance troupe was invited, which was noisy and crowded.The old man thought that the husband had something to say, so he lowered his head and waited. After a while, the husband raised his hand to signal him to follow the team.Thousands of miles to see you off.

He turned around and wiped away his tears quietly, and when he looked back, he saw that his mouth was opening and closing as if he was speaking. He smiled and wanted to ask more questions, but was driven forward by the flow of people seeing him off, and soon he could not see him. Mr.'s figure, he couldn't hear those words after all.

What my husband gave him was "The Butterfly Lovers", a book he never got tired of reading, because he didn't quite understand the meaning of classical Chinese, so he pestered him to explain the meaning.Because of this, the husband laughed at him for being so young, longing for the beautiful love of foolish men and women.

He didn't deny it, but he didn't speak either, he just hid in a corner in a daze after leaving Mr. Li.

Two days later, Mr. suddenly appeared behind him, he was still holding the Butterfly Lovers book in his hand, Mr. smiled inexplicably, then kicked off his coat and sat on the floor, looking at the half gray sky, he asked:

"Perhaps Zhu Yingtai was originally a man, but later generations changed it to avoid suspicion?"

"pat"

He hurriedly picked up the book that had slipped from his hand, stuffed it into Mr.'s arms, and ran away as if to escape. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, it was just when he didn't know how to hide, and his thoughts were clearly leaking.

He didn't go to class the next day, and his family only thought he was sick and rushed to see a doctor for him.

On the third day, he hid in his room and would not open the door no matter who shouted. Although his father was a lot and did not restrict him to read idle books, skipping classes was absolutely forbidden, and he almost broke the door.

Fortunately, someone came to rescue him. The husband persuaded the family members around the door to leave, and knocked gently on the door

"Yao Mu, let's talk."

After a long time, the closed wooden door opened a small crack, and at the same time opened the door of another possibility in his life.He spent the rest of his life wondering if he should open that door?If he didn't open it, his life would be different. Marry a wife and have children, and spend the rest of his life happily. Even if he joins the army, there is nothing to hope for when he dies. If he doesn't die, his wife and children are still waiting at home.Even without love, ignorance and ignorance can paralyze people.

But later when he threw himself in front of another person, at that moment, he knew that he had no regrets.

That day, Mr. was wearing black for a rare occasion. He always liked light colors. To him, Mr. Chang just changed his clothes, which didn’t mean much to him. What surprised him should be all kinds of strange things in the city.

The husband and he drove into another county town, and the husband looked out the window and remained silent all the way.He didn't bother, and looked out of the window, there were mountains, and there were still mountains on the other side, overlapping mountains.

When they arrived at the county town, they got out of the car, and the husband gave Master Che a few words, and then led him to the city. During the war, how could the city be as prosperous as it is today?It was dilapidated everywhere, but there was always life where there were people, so he still looked around.

In a daze, I came to a broken house, the door was unlocked, and there were few people living around. The husband tried and pushed the door open. He walked in front, and the husband walked behind, without making any sound. He saw Glancing at the courtyard, he couldn't name the trees with fallen flowers in the atrium, but he felt that it was very beautiful in front of him, if someone repaired and decorated it.Next to the tree is a stump, used for punching, and on the other side is a broken stump, and a broken chair.

Sir doesn't know how to punch.

"This should be where a man once lived," I said, pointing to the stake.

"It's two."

That afternoon, my husband sat under a tree and told me the story of two men, a gentleman and a soldier.

After the soldier went out for the last time, he probably never came back. I don’t know if he died or married someone else.

All I know is that after Mr. finished speaking, he kept looking at the stake, his eyes sparkling, and before he left, he never pushed open the door facing the yard.

The next day, the husband changed back to the light-colored coat.

The author has something to say:

Inserting Mr.’s story, Yao Mu didn’t slowly realize that he was gay, but he knew it from the very beginning, so when he was in the army, he wrote it in a diary, and made up for the lack of emotions and plots that could not be described in detail. Plus, I don’t know if this chapter is too much or not, there are really few dialogues, and the scenes and details are not well written. Self-reflection, although no one reads it, I still strive to improve, and insist on updating it every day. respect.