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Ling’s story (… Fairy tears)

(1) in spring, the wind is light and cloudy. Hi! I’m back! I walked in from the door with a few firewood on my back, pretending to bend hard. Oh! Are you back? Ling, who was waiting behind the door of the inner room, immediately greeted her with a smile. Was she tired of giggling? It’s okay, I’m okay! I put down the firewood and raised my head like a little adult. Look at your idiot, you can do it very well! Ling glanced at me. Ha ha, I wiped a snot that fell to my mouth with my sleeve, and smiled more and more proudly. Go inside and rest! Ling followed me and patted me on the dust. Are you cooked? Be quick, I’m hungry! After I entered the room, I jumped on the kang and knocked on the table. OK, you take care of the child, I will do it right away! Ling hugged me a pillow wrapped in bright-colored clothes. I put my head up with one hand and lay on my side in the bed. While patting the pillow in my arms, I hummed my children’s songs. Oh, I slept with Ling wrapped in a big turban and surrounded the placket that had been dragged to my feet, roll up your sleeves and shake two small arms like carrots at the edge of the pot table. But for a long time, she couldn’t even make a fire. Black smoke has been spreading to the inner room. Ling fled to the Kang, rubbed her eyes choked with smoke and said with bitter face: Alas, I am so stupid! Looking at the mess that she ran away from the small painted face, I rolled on the stool with a smile covering my belly. It was a spring afternoon, and we squatted at the foot of the wall, watching the kind warm woman rubbing a string of colorful spring dreams into the sunshine, and then spreading them to the Earth. Sprinkling on the tree, the tree smiled and revealed Bud; Sprinkling on the flower, the flower was shy and poked out buds; Sprinkling on the grass, the grass woke up and stretched out a new leaf; sprinkling on us, we were happy and smiled sweetly. That year, I was six years old and Ling was five years old. (2) Xia, can Xia Ying Sun. I was walking down the orchard on the slope, suddenly a handful of leaves floating down my head. I looked up and saw Ling was sitting between the persimmon tree-inch branch on the side of the road with a leg swinging. Hey, take a break? Ling glanced at me with a smile. Yeah! I walked past with a smile. There is something good to eat! Ling slipped down the tree and felt two red and ripe persimmon from the grass. I know these two persimmons! Because every time I go downhill, I will see them hanging next to the treetops like a couple. Whenever the breeze blows, the leaves rustle as if they are blushing with their little faces whispering. I once joked to Ling that although they were so infatuated, they were too hung to pick. When they mature in the future, they can only rot sadly in the grass. Ling just said lightly at that time, no. Here, one for each! Ling casually put the bigger persimmon into my arms. They hang so hanging, how did you pick them? I asked doubtfully. Have you forgotten that I was an expert at climbing the wall climbing trees since I was a child? Ling blinked her eyes mischievously. Besides, I am also light. Even if it falls down, it will not be broken! I, no longer speak. While touching the tender and full Persimmon, I silently imagined the picture of Ling climbing on the tree to pick Persimmon. I only felt the warmth in my heart. It was a summer evening, and the hot sun gradually became implicit and confused. Under the tree, we sat quietly enjoying the sunset glow on the horizon. It was so bright and warm, just like Ling’s crimson face, I was 18 years old and Ling was 17 years old. (3) autumn, the moon shows like eyes. Ling helped me hang up the corn, so we sat on the stone bench in the yard, resting and chatting. Moonlight sprinkled on us, light, as if the extremely gentle smell was diffusing. Our chat had to be cut off. Ling lowered her head absent-minded and played with a little worm on the ground with branches. I looked at the shadow that we were gradually clear by moonlight. At this time, the sound of her mother and my mother nagging vaguely came from the back room. Hey, have you told your baby about your daughter-in-law? No, alas! His father is now ill in the hospital, and his family is so poor that no one can tell him! Our old neighbors have a good relationship. Otherwise, just tell my Ling to your home! I can’t control this woman either, but she seems to listen to your baby. Giggle, these two kids grew up together, and they graduated from primary school to high school. I also watched them and said it. But your Ling is so hot that she is afraid that my son will not be able to manage it in the future! Giggling Ling heard this, raised her head and smiled and said to me: it seems that I am still a half-back baskets crooked woman that no one dares to ask! Half of back baskets is less, and it is also light to walk. The crooked woman is simple and neat, and the owner is smart and capable. I joked casually. Ho Ho! Then if I, a crooked woman, follow you, do you dare? Ling asked suddenly and stared at me with a red face and provocation. I cough! I was speechless for a while. What! Are you scared too? Ling is still staring at me in a hot way. I finally lowered my head and picked up a piece of corn husk casually, folded and said slowly: Well, how to say, maybe we are a little too familiar. I have always regarded you as a girl. Besides, my family is so difficult now. I can’t suddenly calm down in the courtyard. Even the sound of grass insects in the corner seems to be weak. After a while, Ling sighed softly, then lowered her head and continued to paddle slowly under her feet with branches. I also stopped talking and continued to fold another piece of corn husk. Later, Ling was leaving, and I sent out the door. Tian, I left. When you left, Ling seemed to have something to say, but she didn’t continue. She turned around and left in a hurry just flashing a little sadness in her eyes, soon disappeared at the gate of her house. However, after a long time, I didn’t hear the sound of opening the door. I went back to the yard in dismay. When I passed Ling’s seat, I suddenly found that Ling left a picture on the ground. In the painting, two ankle biter were holding hands and smiling at me stupidly. The autumn wind suddenly blew through me, and the coldness made my heart tremble. The next day, Ling suddenly left far away! Later, I heard that she just followed a man from other places to pay off debts or repay her kindness, but that man was many years older than her. That year, I was 22 years old and Ling was 21 years old. (4) in winter, the snow falls with the wind. Opening the curtain, I recognized Ling sitting in heatable brick bedside at a glance. Ha ha, it’s really comfortable for you to sit on the stool! So I said hello casually. Oh, you’re here. Sit on the chair. It’s warm! Ling pounced on the kang with her hands, as if she was just facing an acquaintance who hadn’t seen each other for only a few days. I heard that you went back to your mother’s house. I just came to see you when I was free. Oh, is that your son? I pointed to a child who was lying on the kang playing mobile phone games. Well, this is my son. It’s already eleven. There was also a daughter who was in the third grade of junior high school. This was the first time we met after more than ten years of separation. Both of them seemed to deliberately avoid sensitive topics and were just chatting with each other. Finally, I couldn’t help it. Staring at Ling’s eyes seriously, she asked: how have you been these years? Ling turned around and looked out of the window at the dry corn straw leaves swinging in the cold wind. After a while, she said faintly: Oh, it’s OK. In fact, I knew vaguely from her mother’s mouth that she had been looking at her white hair and her lustrous and gray cheeks in these years, and I felt inexplicable pain in my heart. Why were you so stupid! Alas, I sighed with a long sigh. A moment of disappointment, a loss of Impulse! Eat your own bitter fruit! Ling looked at the endless gray sky and seemed to be muttering to herself. Gratitude is not love, will such a marriage be happy? Are you going to kill your youth like this? I asked gently. Love? Ha ha, there will only be dreams. Happy? You can see today that I am not easy. Years are like knives, and I am exhausted physically and mentally. Now I can only obey the fate, love is plain, used to anguish Ling said thoughtfully, her eyes are shining clearly with tears. It was a cold winter day, and the gloomy sky began to fall snowflakes in the afternoon. Snowflakes were blown by the invisible wind and fell helplessly all the way. The sound was so loud that they seemed to sigh softly this year. I was 40 years old and Ling was 39 years old. PostScript —— I suddenly remembered a classic love myth: a fairy was originally a casual trip, but she didn’t expect a pair of greedy eyes to wait in the forest at all. When the beautiful fairy played happily in the lake like a pure Swan, Niu Lang had already waited for an opportunity to hide her fairy clothes and threatened her to be his wife. The wolf is on the other side, she can’t drive away, the cloud is around, she can’t fly away, and the fairy who lost his magic power lost his fairy clothes, so she was trapped in the cold water, how wronged and helpless she should be looking at her heart naked. One is in the sky, one is in the ground, one is beautiful and elegant, one is vulgar and has no connotation. Will such two people have love? Beautiful Love should be based on the premise that two people like each other. Niu Lang likes the beauty and gentleness of weaver girl, but what about weaver girl? What aroused the love in weaving girl’s heart? People all say that Niu Lang is honest and simple, but will a person who gains love by coercion be honest and simple? I thought: Maybe the weaver girl moved the cowherd because she was forced or liked. Because this is a helpless reason when many marriages are combined. Later, weaving girl might have been awakened by her own soul. She finally returned to heaven wearing fairy clothes and ended this absurd marriage. However, Niu Lang was unwilling, and then he picked a pair of children to catch up with the sky in an attempt to involve the soul of Weaving Girl with the affection of mother and child. Because there is a cage woven by secular eyes and a sword cast by stolen gossip, the weaver girl who is regarded as a model of love cannot divorce, even though it is beyond the sky river in her heart, you have to keep that loneliness. Therefore, I often think that in the Tianhe bridge on Tanabata every year, the break will not be the lingering embrace between the Cowherd and the Weaving Maid, but only the loving kindness and tenderness between the mother and the child. In the boundless night sky, there is loneliness, missing and helpless. The shooting stars that suddenly flew down must be the tears that the fairy shed.

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