First paragraph
He changed his online name to Yew, just after we broke up.
I have been in love for ten years. In this materialistic era, I feel anxious, depressed, and irritable inside. Ten years may not be a big deal, but when he really wants to turn around and leave, and we will go our separate ways from now on, I suddenly want to cry.
The day he left Shenzhen, I asked for leave from the company early and prepared to spend the last day with him.
Early in the morning, like other couples, we went to the vegetable market hand in hand to buy vegetables. I bought crucian carp , celery, onions, ginger, garlic, cooking wine, Pixian bean paste, etc. I will make a pot of his favorite stone pot crucian carp as our last lunch.
The fish I cooked that day was the most careful I have ever cooked in my life. I first cut the crucian carp clean, cut it with a cross-cut knife, and added onions, ginger, salt, and cooking wine to taste. Then soaked in red pepper and Pixian watercress, chopped into small pieces, washed the celery and cut it into sections. After that, I followed the method on the recipe, step by step...
When I finished cooking the fragrant crucian carp in stone pot, he had already put the bowls and chopsticks on the table and poured two glasses of red wine.
The sky was a little hazy that day, and in the afternoon, it started to rain lightly.
In my rental house, on that rainy afternoon, after lunch, we made love for the last time.
From the beginning, we were very cautious. His lips were on my ears, neck, breasts, and all over my body. Wherever his fingers touched, my body became numb, soft and moist.
All my strength was in his hands, and my brain curled up like a dead leaf. My hands felt ridiculously empty. I seemed to grab something. I hugged his head hard, spread my legs, and he pressed on me. He sent that thing into my body.
My legs were wrapped around his back to prevent him from coming out. His face was close to mine, and he inserted his fingers into the gaps between my fingers. I held him tight, clasping my fingers and legs around him as everything else slipped away.
I know he wants me to climax first, but I can't. I have to wait for him to climax. I have to feel that he loves me and only loves me. I have to know that he only thinks about my body, that he can't stop even if he has to, and that he would rather die than take that thing away from my body. Everything about him must be completely released from my body and given to me. Give me, give me. He will release powerful power.
I began to feel small, colorful points of light flowing through my body—burrowing into the depths of my flesh. The green light emitted by the golden beetle flowed down my thighs, flowing sweetly inside my body. I'm afraid of climaxing and afraid of retreating. But I knew it would come, and it has already come. I felt a rainbow flashing through my body, spreading deep inside my body...
When the passion surged, I realized that he was already in tears...
That day, he took the train from Shenzhen to Chongqing at 5:30 pm. When he dragged his suitcase and looked back at me for the last time at the ticket gate, I waved to him pretending to be relaxed. However, when his back really disappeared, I shed tears. It was as if my soul had been hollowed out and I felt that I had lost the most important thing in my life!
From then on, I never saw him again. In that era when QQ was popular, when his QQ screen lit up again, I discovered that he had changed his online name to "Yew".
The second paragraph
Shenzhen is a fast-paced city. After he left, I was busy going to work and socializing every day, and rarely thought of him. However, when I saw the name "Yew" that night, my heart felt like something had stabbed me, and I felt a dull pain. I thought of the poem I didn't know who wrote it:
Red beans grow in the south,
When spring comes, a few branches will grow.
I hope you can pick more of them,
this is the most lovesick thing.
I don’t know if he still thinks of me; I also don’t know if his yew trees were planted for me? But I dare not touch his heart again.
Therefore, on QQ, I have never touched the name "yew".
That night, I completely lost sleep.
I went back to the university campus with my memory, where we fell in love.
Meeting is always beautiful, first love is so strange.
There is an artificial lake on our campus. There are woods on both sides of the lake. There are lush trees and winding paths. It is a good place for every couple to go on a date, and we are the same.
Countless evenings, we walked there, and occasionally we would go through the dense woods to the third cafeteria to drink seaweed soup. It was also at that time, from his mouth, that I learned about the place where she grew up, the place called Yunyang.
Do you know there is a place called Yunyang? he asked.
I don't know.
So, he told me about Baidi City, the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, Zhang Fei Temple, and Du Fu. He also recited the poem written by Du Fu:
After hearing the Tao, Yun'an Qu Mi Chun,
I drank a cup and became drunk.
It is not difficult to get drunk by boat.
I will go down the gorge for a few rounds to relieve my sorrow.
He said that Du Fu lived in Yun'an for more than half a year and wrote a total of 32 poems. He also told me that Yun'an Qumichun was a famous wine in Yun'an at that time, just like Wuliangye in Yibin and Moutai in Kweichow now.
At that time, on the university campus, in the woods, listening to his introduction, I wanted to go to that place called Yunyang, see Zhang Fei Temple, and taste Yun'an Qumichun. However, until I broke up with him, I had not made the trip.
Now, on this sleepless night in Shenzhen, I think of the shadowy forest in the university, and of the countless nights when we hugged each other and experienced the lingering and sweet kisses at night.
However, his residual warmth is still on my lips, and his taste is still on my bed, but he left, returning to the place called Yunyang with exhaustion and pain.
turned on the computer and looked at the offline QQ called "Yew" on the screen. I really wanted to leave him a message and ask him: How are you doing?
However, I finally didn’t have the courage, I was afraid of hurting him again!
The third paragraph
Shortly after he left, I lived with the manager.
It is not accurate to say that we live together, but after he left, the manager always came to my rental house to spend the night every other day.
I also cooked crucian carp for my manager, who is from Anhui. He may not be used to the spicy taste, but he seemed to like it very much.
Shenzhen is a bustling city. For him, he doesn’t like it very much. He said he prefers to live a pastoral life like Tao Yuanming , but I like the prosperity here, the tall office buildings, and the constant flow of traffic. I like the confusing neon lights and going to the beach to enjoy the breeze...
When we each found jobs in Shenzhen and lived in a rental house on the first day, I told him that we finally had a place to live in Shenzhen and we had to get something delicious to celebrate. What would you like to eat?
He said, let’s make some hometown dishes. When we were in college, our first date was, didn’t we go out to eat crucian carp in stone pot? Today, in order to remember our encounter, let’s also cook crucian carp. I said, OK.
So, we looked up how to make crucian carp on the Internet, and wrote down the operating procedures step by step with a pen, and then went to the market to buy crucian carp, celery, onions, ginger, garlic, cooking wine, Pixian watercress, etc.
Since then, whenever we have birthdays or when we encounter something happy, cooking crucian carp has become a regular delicacy for us.
I remember two years ago, when I was promoted to business manager, we even invited the manager to eat crucian carp.The manager was so spicy that he stuck out his tongue, but he stuck out his thumb and praised the taste.
After I became the business director of the company, I had more social activities and spent more time on business trips. Perhaps it was from then on that my love with him was destined to end...
Paragraph 4
The manager was on a business trip, and this time he did not take me with him.
One night when I was alone, I turned on my computer, logged into QQ, and when I saw the name Yew, I suddenly had the idea of chatting with him.
So, I reapplied for a QQ number, named it "Acacia Tree", and added him as a friend. Unexpectedly, he immediately agreed.
Red beans grow in the south, and
a few branches will appear when spring comes.
I hope you will pick more of them,
this is the most lovesick thing.
I gave this poem to him as a meeting gift.
As I was typing on the keyboard, I didn’t feel relaxed. I didn’t expect that after so long, my heart still ached.
He told me that in fact, the yew is not the acacia tree described by Wang Wei. It is an ancient tree species left over from the Quaternary glaciers. It has grown on the earth for millions of years and enjoys the reputation of "Plant Panda".
I thought the yew and the acacia were husband and wife trees, but it turns out that’s not the case. I teased.
He said that in December every year, the yew trees would also produce bunches of bright red red bean fruits. The fruits were probably similar to the acacia in the South.
How do you know so much about yew? I asked.
He told me that in Yunyang, there is a company called a company where he worked after graduating from university. Their company mainly develops the cultivation of yew. (There are still traces of that company on the Internet, but it has been revoked. If you don’t believe it, you can search it online)
On QQ, he also sent me many photos of yew seedling bases. It was also at this time that I learned that there is such a magical tree species in the world.
Is your home in Yunyang?
Yes.
Have you always been working in Yunyang and never gone outside?
Yes, in that place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, accompanied by beautiful yew trees, it is more comfortable than Tao Yuanming's life in seclusion in the countryside. Who would want to go out!
......
Turning off the computer, I suddenly felt a little lost. Why didn't he mention his life in Shenzhen? Has he forgotten me? Has he deeply and completely buried the days we lived together?
Paragraph 5
When I learned that he had a stable job in Yunyang, I felt a little comforted. I know that even if he didn't like the feasting and entertainment in Shenzhen, it was all because of me that he finally chose to leave.
Since I was promoted, my department manager often takes me on business trips. At that time, I was full of endless reveries about my life in Shenzhen.
The first time I went on a business trip with my manager was in Hangzhou. After completing the task, we visited the beautiful West Lake, enjoyed the scenery of the West Lake and the romantic love story of White Snake and Xu Xian.
On the night when he returned to Shenzhen, the manager invited his business partners to eat, drink and sing. Because of the formal entertainment, I couldn't bear to drink, so I was forced to drink a lot of wine that night.
I was drunk, and I was helped back to the hotel room by the manager. When I woke up, I found myself lying naked in the manager's arms...
I thought about calling the police, but I was afraid of losing my job, afraid of being looked down upon by colleagues and friends, and afraid that the most important person in me would find out...
When I came back from Hangzhou, I took a thorough shower, trying to wash away the manager's smell on me again. But on the night when I returned to Shenzhen, when he was having sex with me, I was a little passive. I always felt that it was not him who was pressing on me, but the manager.
Since then, the manager has taken me on business trips from time to time. Even when he is not on business trips, the manager always finds other reasons to be with me.
Sometimes, I feel that I have fallen and I will never be able to regain the innocent girl I was when I graduated from college. However, I got stuck in it and couldn't extricate myself because I like the city of Shenzhen.
So, I was going back and forth between these two men. Of course, I still love him, so I will never let him know about my relationship with the manager.
However, when my manager and I came back from another business trip, I noticed changes in him. During that time, he always worked overtime desperately and seldom spoke when he returned to the rental house.
Finally, he told me that he wanted to leave the city.
I asked him why.
He leaned his head on the bed and smoked a cigarette. He seemed to be talking to me or to himself. He said that he was homesick. He didn't like the life in Shenzhen. He wanted to go back to his hometown in Yunyang, among the green mountains and green waters, to start a new life.
Because he has a guilty conscience, I don’t know how to retain him. Although I want him to stay, live and work hard with me, but because of what happened with the manager, who am I to force him to stay? I'm afraid that if he finds out what happened between me and the manager, it will be so embarrassing!
Perhaps, he already knows about this. After he left, I often asked myself.
The sixth paragraph of
yew results, on QQ, he told me.
He also sent me pictures one after another. On the green branches, the red bean fruits are like red elves, so exquisite and clear.
How much I wanted him to mail me a red bean paste and red bean fruit he planted, but I didn’t say that although the yew and the red bean fruit are very beautiful, they do not belong to me and are very far away from me.
Now, I just want to have my own house, car and children in this big city with my manager.
The manager is an old Shenzhen man. He has been working here for more than ten years. He seems to have grasped the character of this city. Therefore, I am full of confidence in my future of starting a family with the manager.
Although the manager is ten years older than me, in this society, what does this mean? Although the manager also travels every now and then to discuss business, and we spend less time together and more time apart, but if we want to live a good life in Shenzhen, can we not be too busy?
I admit that I am a realistic woman, especially after the incident with the manager at the West Lake, I was pushed into another river by the wave of life.
Of course, I still love the man whose online name is "Yew", the man who is drunk in the mountains and rivers. After all, he accompanied me through those most innocent days.
We had our romantic first kiss on the university campus, we had our first hard work in Shenzhen, and we also looked forward to our future life. If it hadn't been for the manager's intervention, maybe we would have had another life...
So, when the manager didn't come to my rental house to spend the night, I often chatted with him under the QQ name "Acacia Tree", and I couldn't explain why. But one thing is certain, that is, while I blame myself deeply, I am still thinking about him.
Once, I tentatively asked him: Yew, have you found Mrs. Hongdou?
Found it, all the yew trees in the mountain are my lovers.
No, I mean have you found the woman who stayed with you in the yew forest?
Yes, when the yew fruits are completely mature, I will give her the red beans, which represent lovesickness, as a love token.
......
That night, I had a dream. I dreamed that we were hugging each other and kissing passionately in the yew forest, and the yew fruits all over the mountains and plains were twinkling like stars, decorating my dream.
Paragraph 7
It was originally agreed that the manager would celebrate my birthday with me, but he could not come because his wife had arrived in Shenzhen.
At this time, I discovered that I had been deceived and actually became the "mistress" I had always reviled.
Two days ago, I received a strange phone call. She said she was the manager's wife and wanted to talk to me.
I can’t remember what I said to that woman now. At that moment, my world suddenly collapsed, and I suddenly felt that the city of Shenzhen had suddenly become so strange! They all say that good will be rewarded with good and evil will be punished with evil, but I didn't expect it to happen so quickly.
The woman wanted to interview me, but I refused.
I took a few days off and locked myself in a rental house. I wanted to sort out my life...
But just at this time, my birthday arrived.
This is my first birthday after he left Shenzhen and returned to Yunyang. He always stayed with me on birthdays in the past. We drank red wine and ate the stone pot crucian carp we made ourselves. But this birthday, I was the only one spending it alone.
On his birthday, I went to the market and bought crucian carp, celery, onions, ginger, garlic, cooking wine, Pixian Douban, etc., and of course a bottle of red wine. I wanted to make a pot of crucian carp in a stone pot to express my nostalgia for him and the past.
What should I do after that day? Where am I going? My mind is at a loss. I don't know where I will go?
I followed the previous method step by step, thinking that he was beside me, wearing an apron, helping to wash the vegetables, or handing something to me.
I thought I would shed tears, but now, when I was cooking crucian carp in stone pot with all my heart, I held back, and I always held back my tears.
When I put the stone pot crucian carp on the table, and when I poured the first glass of red wine into my mouth and drank it all, the tears I held back finally burst out of my eyes...
In the afternoon, I received a text message from a courier. When I staggered to get it back, the sender on the courier clearly wrote "yew". The moment I saw the yew tree, I suddenly lost all sense of alcohol.
I carefully opened the exquisite box, and immediately, nine red beans arranged in a "heart shape" appeared in front of my eyes. There was a note in the blank space in the middle of the "heart shape", which was a poem:
Red beans are born in the south,
A few red beans are born in spring.
I hope you will pick more of them,
this is the most lovesick thing.
Model in the lower right corner: yew.
The information in this article is all about real people and real events. If you don’t believe me, you can search it yourself.
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