Inscription: The Zen of love, in fact, is in life. In that porridge and rice, it was in the trivial days and the deep feelings of mutual affection.
On that day, I took a train to Shijiazhuang. It was a local train that took more than 9 hours. And almost half an hour is about to stop. The migrant workers who are slow are even more depressing and have a bad mood.
The car was very crowded and many people stood. When I arrived in Tianjin, a man in his thirties who was around me got off. I just breathed a sigh of relief. A 60-year-old old man with a nylon bag came in. He was fat and dark. He wore an old-fashioned tunic suit and a pair of very big, broken shoes. The body emitted a mixture of tobacco and something else. The smell of smell.
I turned away in disgust.
"Miss, is anyone here sitting?" He asked me almost cautiously. He would have been bothered by the car and encountered such a passenger. Then there was no righteous lie: "Yes, go to the toilet, come back right away." After lying, I was insecure in my heart because he seemed to be very tired. He said, with a long breath of regret, said, "What?" I cannot help but Poor him, then said: "You sit first, he came and you let go."
He glanced at me gratefully, and then an old woman rushed in line and moaned: "Fen, I have a seat, and I will sleep for a while."
I went back and saw that the woman named Fen was old, thin, and her face was yellow. When I saw her, he explained: “My wife, liver disease, I visited Tianjin once a week. Look, this is the medicine I got for her.” I looked down at the nylon bag, which was a few tens of pounds. Man's feet piled.
The man said that she married me was a sick man, so many years, always see a doctor, old, or see a doctor. His tone was dull and not a complaint. After he had finished, he murmured again, thinking about drinking water.
The people around me are happy. Because he is called Fen, the voice is very gentle. Everyone says, look at this man's partner.
Once a week, he took a train for more than 9 hours. Without air conditioning, he was so crowded. He took her to the hospital to see if it was rain or shine.
And she is not a beautiful woman. He is not a romantic woman. They are just ordinary people. There are two women and a man. In his words, when he was young, he quarreled with his old nose and almost made a point, but he still had to Together, she was ill and he was so anxious to jump at the wall.
He spoke quickly and kept saying that he sang Hebei Bangzi and the 10th car suddenly burst into cheers. Everybody applauded because he was really singing well. The woman named Fen was crouching in the back and showing his face again. It.
The warmer the applause, the more he became proud. Simply take it out of the bag and blow it up for us. The tone of “Xingyang” is full of carriages. The old man who runs between Shijiazhuang and Tianjin every week, the man who holds a bag of pills, has no pain of life on his face. .
I began to look at him with his eyes. There were a lot of wrinkles on his face. Even there were many eyelids in his eyes. Presumably it was because he hadn't slept well in the morning. I saw that his hands had a lot of cracked holes. It was as dry and rough as it must be. But his face was full of laughter, telling me that his wife was more squeamish, a little bug had to be afraid, and he liked to eat what he did. He was a cook and was famous in the village.
The woman named Fin always yelled at him: "Don't you show off anymore?"
He also started to be proud, showing everyone his hands, and he quickly surrounded a large group of people. But she was really angry. She rushed in and grabbed the man's clothes and said, "Let's not see you, but look!"
The man immediately laughed and clasped Fen and said, "If you don't look at it, you don't look at it, I'm not boring. I'm not teasing you and everyone happy. You don't let me see that I don't read yet. Can't you? Well, you can't be angry. The doctor said that the disease is afraid of getting angry. Don't be angry. Auntie, do you call me grandma?”
All the people in the car were happier. My eyes are wet, what kind of love is this? Maybe he and she didn't say the three words in their lives, they didn't spend the months before, they didn't have poetic pictures, but they loved the simplicity. In the 9-hour trip, he always looked after her and every other hour. Once, do you ask for something to drink? Later, I and Fern exchanged positions. They could sit together. Fein slept and leaned against his shoulders. He couldn't move. When I went to the toilet, he joked that he was a strict wife and he couldn't change his life. Now.
In 9 hours, he took care of Fen in every possible way. Fen was not good enough. He was stunned for a moment. In short, the man had many shortcomings. He always smiled and explained to everyone: “She is sick and sick. People are annoying, so I'm used to it."
The phrase “had used to” touched me this way. They were just a couple of poor couples. They were old and sick, rushed about for life, quarreled and cried, but they could not be separated.
Maybe they didn't ask you to love me all your life. Maybe they never argued about love. Maybe their days are more important than love itself. But who can deny it? That is love. In the past few decades, in those few years, there was love in the joke that was laughed at as a wife. In that love, it was a scent of Zen. It was far from passing, and the whole train smelled. direction. In the end, we listened to him singing Hebei Bangzi. It was Wang Baozhen and Xue Pinggui. He sang earnestly and we were intoxicated.
Before I was on a business trip, I was arguing with my husband. I said that he didn't love me before and said that he wouldn't kiss me before he went out. After opening the package, I saw the commonly used drugs and downloaded the MP3 of the Peking Opera. Before I wanted to not say sorry to him, I sent a text message after reading this scene. I did not say "I love you" as usual. Because I know that these three words are not spoken but made, so the message that I sent to my husband is like this: When I come back, let's make dumplings together.
Because he said, I would like to make dumplings with you. When I told him about it, I knew how to eat it. But today I know that the Zen of love is, in fact, in life. It is between the porridge and the rice. It is in the trivial days and the deep feelings of mutual affection.