Zhang Li's brother-in-law and his colleague Lao Huang were sitting at the table drinking. Zhang Li and her sister finished eating first and went back to the bedroom.
My sister closed the door and asked in a low voice: "Sister, how are you doing?"
"What's going on?" Zhang Li asked inexplicably.
"Old Huang, how are you?"
Zhang Li understood what her sister meant from her expression, frowned and said, "I have nothing to do."
"I am an honest old man who is also divorced. I have not been able to find him for more than ten years. My daughter got married last year," said my sister.
"Do you think this has anything to do with me? I have just come off the line of life and death, and I am still planning to live for two more years." Zhang Li said.
"Wouldn't it be nice to have someone to take care of you? Besides, I feel relieved."
"I think you are just free. If you have time to take care of your children's studies, you don't have to worry about my affairs. I'm telling you that I'm fine now. I don't want to look for anything. I'm at ease alone." Zhang Li said.
The younger sister looked at her, and the look in her eyes seemed to be that Zhang Li was the younger sister and she was the older sister.
"I'm telling you, Lao Huang is a nice guy. He's a real person, not a frivolous person. In the first few years, I didn't want to look for him because I was afraid it would be bad for my daughter. Now that my daughter is married and has no burden, I'm starting to have ideas. Please help me.
He has contacted several people——" The implication of my sister's words is that she has the intention to hurry up, because there is no such store in this village.
Zhang Li smiled and asked: "What's going on? Is it still delicious?"
"Then what are you thinking about? Nowadays, he is very popular. He has a good job, earns a lot, wants a house, and has no burden. When he retires, his pension will be more than 8,000. Isn't that enough?" said my sister.
"It's okay, it's okay. The main reason is that I don't have the time and want to spend a few years quietly by myself."
"I'm telling you Zhang Li, you'll be fifty in a few years. Women look older when they reach fifty, and it's hard to find them."
"It's hard to find someone, so just live alone." Zhang Li said nonchalantly.
How should I put it? Zhang Li is in a good state of mind now. She has looked past everything. She no longer worries about emotional things and starts to let nature take its course. If you think about it carefully, this is the truth. You often don’t get what you insist on. Let go.
Only then did I realize that good things are all around me.
After coming out of my sister's house and driving back, I saw that the entire Yellow River Street was busy with traffic, and it looked like a colorful river in the night, flowing straight into the distance.
Shops, hypermarkets, hotels, and karaoke bars line both sides of the street, one after another, brightly lit, and noisy with the excitement and prosperity of the city.
The car turned left at the Songshan Traffic Post, drove forward a hundred meters, turned right into the community, and stopped in front of the second building.
Zhang Li got out of the car, said hello to the old lady who came out for a walk at the entrance of the building, and then went upstairs to go home.
Everything is programmed. You change your slippers, put your bag away, pour a glass of water and drink it, then change your clothes, go to the bathroom and take a shower. After you come out, you pour water, take your medicine for the night, then turn on the computer and look at the business reports of each store that day.
and work reports to managers.
Go to bed on time at 11 o'clock, check the phone for a while, turn off the light and go to sleep.
But today she didn't fall asleep immediately like usual. Although her eyes were closed, several pictures appeared in her mind very clearly, making her no longer sleepy.
The first scene was more than ten years ago, in winter, it was snowing. She and Lao Tan came out of a restaurant and walked in the snow.
It was the first time they met after Lao Tan got married. She drank a lot of wine and staggered around. Drunk but sober, she pulled Lao Tan and pointed at her heart, crying: "Lao Tan, I
This hurts, it hurts—"
Now that I think about it, I was stupid. There were millions of men in the world, so why did I fall in love with him? It didn’t matter. It almost cost me half my life. This scene hurt me every time, although it wasn’t as heartbreaking as that time.
My heart was broken and my lungs were broken, but the dull pain from the wound scar was even more uncomfortable. There was still pain that penetrated my bone marrow and tears welling up in my eyes.
Fortunately, it has passed, and time is the holy medicine for healing. Although it cannot be completely cured, the beautiful regret left behind is also a relief, or it can be said to be the comfort of love in memories.
Although the second picture is clear, it becomes blurry when you look closely. Many memory fragments appear repeatedly, jumping out of order and according to the rules. Every time one appears, there is a sense of strangeness. I don’t believe that it was my own personal experience, but yet
Indeed.
This was her two-year marriage, from the newlyweds to the short-lived happiness after marriage. The scenes that appeared were warm, but they were too few and short, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
What followed was a scene of quarrels and cold wars, domestic violence that makes me tremble and frightened when I think about it - shocking purple and green patches all over my body - a swollen face and strands of hair torn out
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My heart trembles when I think about it, I don't know how it happened, it's like a nightmare.
When I thought about this in the past, I felt resentful in my heart. I wanted to kill the man with a knife. Instead of killing him with one blow, I tied him up and chopped him up one by one, causing him pain and making him scream. Only then would I be able to relieve my hatred.
Now I no longer have that hatred, although I still have lingering fears and trembling in my heart, but ------ the same sentence, fortunately it is over, just treat it as a dream, just a bad point.
The third picture is the day of recuperation.
It is both clear and heartwarming, because Lao Tan is with me every day. It is not a husband and wife, but a husband and wife. For a time, we are a little woman being cared for by the one we love.
There are scenes of Lao Tan carrying water to feed himself medicine, scenes of helping himself up and down stairs, scenes of himself having a bad temper - everything is so warm and happy.
To be honest, I am content. I have loved, hated, and experienced life and death. This life is quite exciting.
Zhang Li turned over and pulled the summer quilt up to cover her chest. She immediately felt the heat and pulled it aside, releasing her warm body into the air.
The phone on her pillow flashed, and there was WeChat. She didn't want to look at it, she wanted to fall asleep right away, but she also wanted to know who was calling.
This is Zhou Xiaomei.
"Have you slept? How are you doing lately? I haven't contacted you for a few days. I miss you."
"It's time to go to bed, I'm fine." Zhang Li replied.
"That's good. I'll go to the provincial capital tomorrow, stay at your place for a day, and then go to Chifeng the day after tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll pick you up."
Zhou Xiaomei sent a smiley face and ended the contact. (To be continued)