That year, I graduated from high school and became a working girl. Walking on the streets of a foreign land in the south, I felt so helpless and confused. I don’t know, where is the happiness and beauty that I long for as a young person?
After encountering many obstacles in finding a job, I had to lower my requirements. In the end, I had no choice but to go to my cousin's clothing factory, and we started sewing together.
Fortunately, I am somewhat educated, my mind is flexible, and I am quite pretty! After half a year, I became the leader of a small sewing group. Although
is only a small manager at the lowest level in the factory, I still have a little power in my hands, and my salary is much higher than before.
I no longer have to sew every day, and my work has become much easier.
I have some free time now, and working life is really boring. I just like reading books and magazines.
One day, I read a love story in a magazine called "Friends of Migrant Workers" written by an author whose pen name is Renjianmengxunke. The story was so touching that I shed tears. I also became interested in this author.
Just in time, the magazine also included his contact information. I found that he also worked in a clothing factory in Longgang, Shenzhen. So I wrote him a letter on a whim. It was 2003, and people still liked to write letters. He wrote a three-page letter eloquently, and also attached a photo of me, because there was also a photo of him in the magazine. He was quite handsome, and I felt my heart skip a beat when I saw him.
I was eighteen years old that year, the age when I longed for love.
Because I don’t like writing either, but I feel like I’m not very good at writing. It’s just a hobby. Therefore, I feel that he and I should have a common language, and maybe something can happen.
As soon as the letter was sent, I regretted it a little. Was I too impulsive? Will people pay attention to me? Besides, who knows if he is married or has a girlfriend?
waited for a few days in Uneasy China, but he didn’t expect to receive a reply from him. He also sent me a photo.
In the photo, he is handsome and elegant, looking like a tree facing the wind. I liked him immediately.
What’s even worse is that he said he doesn’t have a girlfriend yet and is willing to be a pen pal with me.
As a result, my young girl's heart was disturbed, just like the spring breeze blowing up a pool of spring water, and endless reverie came into my heart.
At night, I dreamed that I and he were together. We live happily.
After this, we started writing letters to each other. We understand each other more and more.
As time goes by, I want to meet him more and more.
Finally, one day, I asked him for his phone number. I called him and said I wanted to see him. He was a little embarrassed and remained silent. So I boldly said: "Shall I come over to you?"
He agreed somewhat unexpectedly. Maybe he didn't expect a girl to take such initiative!
On Sunday, I got up early and asked my cousin to accompany me. We took the bus from Dongguan to Shenzhen.
found him and he met us outside the gate of their clothing factory.
He saw two of us coming. My cousin didn’t have a boyfriend either. She was only two years older than me. She looks pretty too. He seemed a little reserved.
After we greeted each other, it was almost noon, and he took us to a restaurant for dinner.
As we talked, as time went by, we gradually became familiar with each other.
During this time, one of his co-workers saw us and joked: "Great writer, are these two your girlfriends? They are so beautiful!"
My cousin and I could only smile.
He looked embarrassed and said to the person: "Don't talk nonsense, we are just friends!"
After dinner, he took us to a nearby park to play. There are many pairs of working couples in the park.
But we are two women and one man, which is a bit awkward.
Because we had to go to work, my cousin and I took the car back to Dongguan in the evening.
Since then, we have been in contact from time to time. He sometimes comes to me and I sometimes go to him. We fell in love naturally.
I like his slightly melancholy eyes and his handsome and elegant temperament. This is exactly the type of man I like.
Finally one night, he took me to his rental house. Because he wanted to write, he rented a room outside.
The small room is full of books and magazines.
On his little wooden bed, I gave him my first time.
Afterwards, he hugged me and said that he would definitely fight hard and let me live a good life.
I smiled happily. I believe him, because he is such a smart and talented person, and he will definitely not continue to be a small warehouse supervisor in this factory. The salary is just about the same as mine.
I believe he will have a better future. And he will definitely have my company in his future.
People in love are desperate. I decisively quit my job in Dongguan and came to be with him. I also became a team leader in the garment factory where he worked.
We are living together.
's good times didn't last long. After we got along for a long time, we started to have some complaints about each other. He didn't say anything to me, except that he typed on an old computer as soon as he got off work, leaving his hands hanging aside.
And he has written so many novels and does not have much income. This gradually makes me worried, wondering whether my decision to be with him is wise. After
, I also received a call from home, saying that I was asked to go home for a blind date. The conditions of the other party's family are good, and I heard that they still have a house in the city.
Looking at him insisting on writing as always, I can no longer find the sweetness we had before, so I hesitated.
So I finally told him, I said I was going home.
Only then did he realize the seriousness of the problem. He hugged me and asked me to give him a little more time. He said that after his income from writing became stable, he would take me home to get married.
But after repeated urging from my family, I finally left him.
When we parted, he held me in his arms and refused to let go for a long time.
I saw sad tears falling from his eyes.
But, I still left him.
After returning home, under the arrangement of my parents, I got married soon.
It’s just that I didn’t live a good life for a few years. My husband’s business went bankrupt, and I had to go to the south to work again with my husband.
I also heard about him. He no longer works in the clothing factory and has become a freelance writer. His novels also brought him good income, and he finally lived the life he wanted.
And he is also married. The girl is a reader of his novel and a college student. Two years younger than him.
At that moment, I shed tears of regret. If I had never left him, stayed with him and shared weal and woe with him. Then the person accompanying him at this time should be me.
And I clearly understand that his happy life now has nothing to do with me. Maybe it's because I didn't love deeply enough or be persistent enough? The reason and intelligence I thought I had back then actually destroyed my happiness and love with my own hands.
