When I was in my twenties, I was still in the Northeast. My sister had a best friend, a beautiful girl. Her surname was Yang. She was a beautiful girl from all over the country. This is not an exaggeration at all. Her name is not only in our brigade, but also in the brigade. Everyone knows it.
Because I have two sisters, our family is also a place for girls to gather. Several girls from our production team can be said to go to our house to play every night. At that time, there was no TV in the countryside, and our spare time was just a chat with everyone. Of course, our family was just attracting girls at that time, and the young men also came to our house to have party because everyone in our family likes to make friends. From my father, grandpa and others, they like to be kind to others and be polite to everyone. So our family is in our village, like a club, every day from night, it is really crowded.
My sister's best friend is five years younger than me. She didn't take her seriously at all, but treated her as a little sister. When she was seventeen or eighteen years old, she became the most beautiful woman in our villages. At this time, I had to look at her with admiration. It was really a girl who changed so much, and my heart was gradually changing. Northeast girls are generous. They can usually speak to boys on their own initiative. Besides, I was aloof at that time, and I usually never talk to girls on their own initiative. It’s not that I am so awesome. At that time, I really don’t want to pay attention to ordinary girls.
One morning, my sister's best friend went to our house to find my sister. That day, my sister was not at home, and I was the only one at home. We talked for two or three hours, but she didn't read much, probably because she graduated from elementary school. At that time, rural people didn't pay much attention to going to school, especially for girls, but she was also good at reading books and was more cultivated in speaking. Our two families lived not far away. They both grew up together since childhood. They hid cats and played with them. I often took her. But after getting older and understanding the things between men and women, I gradually felt a little shy and felt embarrassed to play with them.
that day we talked a lot about life, future, and destiny. We didn’t have any personal relationships at that time. Maybe we all felt a little bit in our hearts, but young people are all more upright and generous, so that it will not make people embarrassed. To be honest, I can feel that at least she doesn't reject me, but we are unlikely to be together. First, her family's conditions were better than ours at that time, and it was a bit worse than the sect emperor. Second, she is five years younger than me, and the age difference between the two is a bit big. In fact, I could also feel some enthusiasm from her. Alas, I don’t know what was going on at that time, but I was always confused in my heart whether I should confess my love to her.
We have had many scenes like this. We were still talking twice under the trees on the mountain in the shade. Another time it was in winter. We were lying on the head of my kang, talking while braiding our stomachs. Now you may not believe it. I am telling it the truth. Maybe we are destined to be in love but not fate. Maybe I was too noble at that time. Now, when I think about it, I gave me many opportunities, but I was as unsavory as a wood at that time.
Later, my sister and I introduced her to a friend of mine. My friend was the same age as her and the young man looked first-class. Later, I went back to my hometown in Shandong and they got married and got married. Both daughters looked like their mothers and were very beautiful. That winter when we were about to go back to Guanli, I was twenty-four years old that year. She went to our house and cried for several days. When she entered the door, she cried and her eyes were swollen. On the day she left, I hired a great liberation and took the furniture to Qingyuan county town to go for a check-in. She grabbed the car door and refused to let go. The pear blossoms were already crying with rain. I also cried that day. The villagers sent them outside the village, and cried. Alas, people in Northeast China valued love, and that scene will be unforgettable for me.
When she left, she gave me a notebook. The title page was her handwritten signature and inscription: Happiness is not the purpose, virtue is the criterion. I have always kept this notebook and is still in my hometown in Shandong.Later, I went back to the Northeast to visit my hometown twice, and they lived at her home. She refused to let her live at other people's home. She said that she would only be relieved if she lived at her home. We are like brothers and sisters now. We have WeChat. After a while, we will chat. Sometimes we recall the experiences when we were young. Once she even said, why didn’t you confess at that time? If you confessed at that time, we would be really successful. She also joked with me that if you still miss me now, I can still entertain you now. Why is she still so presumptuous in front of me? How old is she? How dare she make such jokes? Alas, it's time to see her.
