0 In the spring of my 26 years old, my father got a serious illness, which completely plunged our whole family into an endless abyss.
My father was driving a tractor to pull soil, and his waist was damaged by a lump of soil slipping from the carriage. In fact, the soil was hit by the waist, which was nothing serious - my father did not have a fracture on his waist, but he was a slightly more serious lumbar sprain. My father is usually very strong, and after ten or half a month of raising him (at most one month), he will recover as before. But when we went to the hospital for examination, the doctor found out that my father had lung cancer, which was undoubtedly a blow to our family.
My father doesn’t smoke. He always says that smoking wastes money and is the enjoyment of rich people.
But even though my father doesn't smoke, he still has lung cancer for no reason. Later, my father said that it must be the people around him who smoked, and that he would get lung cancer after smoking too much second-hand smoke. However, Uncle Wang, who works with his father, has at least two packs of cigarettes a day, but his body is fine at all (at least on the surface), so it is destined that my father should have such a disaster.
My mother and I first took my father to for county hospitals, but the medical conditions of the county hospitals were limited after all. They suggested that we go to provincial hospitals for treatment, so we took my father to the Fourth Provincial Hospital of S City.
Actually, my father didn't agree to go at the beginning. He knew what disease he had, and it would be useless to go to the best hospital for treatment. But my mother and sister and I kept begging him to go, and he agreed with tears.
We all know that cancer is equivalent to issuing a death notice for the poor. Our family is poor, but we never give up on the opportunity to treat our dad. But reality is cruel. We spent half a month in City S and almost spent all our family’s savings. As a last resort, my mother and I borrowed money everywhere. But it was always a drop in the bucket. Money was spent like flowing water, and my father's health was not very good. He was thinner and almost skinny.
My father's attending doctor Dr. Hu said to me:
"Your dad will have surgery quickly, maybe there is hope for healing."
I said "Okay", but immediately asked "How much does it cost to have surgery?"
Doctor Hu pondered for a moment and said the number "100,000 yuan". After hearing this, I saw something dark. This is not a decimal for our family, because our family’s money has been spent and we have borrowed everything we can. This 100,000 yuan will cost our whole family’s life! My mother and I were at a loss.
At this time, a very far away relative of our family came to the hospital to see my father - how far is the relationship between us? When I borrowed money, I never thought of her - she was carrying a box of milk, followed by a woman of the same age as her (about fifty-four or fifty-five), the woman was carrying a bag of eggs in her left hand, and behind her was a girl of twenty-five or twenty-six.
This girl is neither fat nor thin, she is about 1.56 meters tall. Although she has a very slim figure, this girl is not beautiful because her face is covered with pockmarks of different sizes. Although her hair was long and almost covered her cheeks, I still discovered it. I don't know the two behind.
But my mother couldn't help but greet them and then went to the ward together. For ordinary visitors, if you say something optimistic and encouraged, and chat with appropriate parents, the process will basically end. But they obviously had other plans. My distant relative whispered a few words in my mother's ear, and then my mother sent me outdoors. They stayed in the ward for about 40 minutes before they walked out of the ward together. At this time, when I saw them, my mother was full of sorrow (she was even more sorrowful than when they came), and the three of them were smiling, which made me wonder.
At the entrance of the hospital, my mother waved goodbye to them. I found that the girl with a pockmarked face was secretly looking at me, and I didn't know if it was because I was too attentive or if I was dazzled. After my mother and I returned to the ward, my mother told me what they were talking about, and I realized that I was not dazzled.
It turned out that my distant relative came to see my father, with the main purpose of proposing marriage to me. The partner she proposed to marry was the girl with a slutty face.She said that Wen Cui was a very sensible girl - "At home, she can do all kinds of housework, and she can do laundry and cook, and she is very good at it. In addition, Xiao Cui also cooks good dishes, which is very popular!" - She will only work for our family when she gets married, and will not drag us down.
My mother lowered her head and said nothing. Because at this moment, our family is facing a big event, not the time to propose marriage. In addition, our family is fine, and my mother will not agree to Wen Cui marrying me. Because she looks so personal, whose mother would find an ugly wife for her son?
But the next words from my distant relative completely changed my mother's point of view.
She said:
"Don't Xiaojie's father need 100,000 yuan for surgery? Xiao Cui's father said that as long as Xiaojie marrys Xiao Cui, he will take out 100,000 yuan."
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I got married to Wen Cui for my father and for 100,000 yuan.
Wen Cui’s wedding was held very quickly, and just one month after I agreed, we held the ceremony. Wen Cui and I were all organized by the Wen family. I felt like I was married into a marriage, and I became a married man in a confused manner. Fate, often when you can't imagine, happiness and disasters suddenly come.
I had accepted my fate, why is it not for a lifetime! Besides, my distant relative praised Wen Cui as outstanding as a fairy, which made me feel that she was just ugly and had a little pockmark on her face. She was already very qualified to match our poor family.
Unexpectedly, it was late at night. When Wen Cui and I walked into the bridal chamber, I realized that she was a mute. I was splashed with cold water in an instant, why did no one ever tell me that she was mute? I sat tremblingly beside the bed, watching her wearing red makeup and slim figure fiddling with the cups on the wine table. I suddenly thought that when I took wedding photos with her and got the marriage certificate , my relative was always guarding us.
At that time, I was wondering, I agreed, as a "matchmaker", why did she still keep leaving me? I thought at the time that she must have been afraid that Wen Cui would be shy and embarrassed, so she personally handled it.
bridal night, I finally understood her intention. She was afraid that I would know that Wen Cui was a mute, so I just regretted it. I hate her so much! But when raw rice is cooked, what can I do?
I could only pour Wen Cui into a white porcelain cup and beat it to the ground, then pick up the bottle, aim it at my mouth, pour half a bottle of white wine, and then pour it on the bed and go to bed.
I slept very uneasy that night. To be honest, I almost couldn't sleep all night. But when I turned around and saw Wen Cui sitting at the wine table motionless, the fire came without any trouble. I turned around and continued to sleep, although I was not sleepy at all.
About six o'clock the next morning, Wen Cui started to stand up and clean up the miscellaneous items in the room. She moves very lightly, and must be afraid of waking me up. But I saw everything she did. After cleaning, she went to the dressing table to tinker with her makeup. She applied thick powder to her face. I thought she was trying to cover the pockmark on her face, but later I found out that she used powder to cover her sleepless fatigue. But when I knew this, it was already eleven years later.
In the morning, we went to the main hall to meet our parents. My parents were very happy. My father was dragging his sick body and trembling, but he still couldn't hide his joy on his face. My mom was also very happy, but she looked a little ashamed when she saw me.
I think she must have known in advance that Wen Cui was a mute and deliberately didn't tell me. Now that things have come to this point, I can't blame my mother for having her mother's difficulties - I pretended to be nothing and acted like a "husband and wife" with Wen Cui.
Before Wen Cui and I got married, we had already discussed: we "returned" the second day of our marriage, and on the third day we took our father to the Fourth Provincial Hospital to discuss with the doctor to arrange the operation. The customs here are the third day after marriage. But my family affairs were a cause, and after consultation between the two families, they advanced the custom of "returning to the door" by one day.
Actually, I took Wen Cui back to her house, and another most important thing was to use the 100,000 yuan her father promised to give to my house.
When my mother asked us to leave, I couldn't help but hesitate. Because I thought about Wen Cui like that last night, would she tell her father when she got home, and her father was angry and wouldn't give me money? In that case, all this will be meaningless, and my father will also...
take a step back and think, if Wen Cui's father still agrees to give me money, but he deliberately pushes back the days of giving money, I can wait, but can my father wait?
I was in a dilemma and regretted how I treated Wen Cui last night. I think even if I hate her, I should have the money and do it again!
Mom asked me what happened? I smiled and said "No", but I was still nervous inside. At this moment, Wen Cui walked to me. She stretched out her right hand and grabbed my left hand. Her black eyes looked at me quietly. At this moment, she seemed to be saying, "Let's go, I won't say anything." We rode our motorcycle together and went to my father-in-law’s house thirty kilometers away.
My father-in-law is a contractor, about fifty-four or five years old. He saw us coming (especially Wen Cui), and ran towards us with a smile. He said:
"Fast come into the house, your mother has prepared the meal long ago!"
"Go back to the door" custom, that is, after the young couple got married, they went to the woman's house to visit relatives for the first time. "Going back to the door" is different from "Going back to the parents' home" in the New Year, because a couple just got married and everything is good. There has not been a conflict between them in the future, and they don't like each other. All they have at this time is sweet love and the joy of experiencing the taste of life; of course, I refer to most people, but unfortunately, I am the few.
Nowadays, I can’t say that Wen’s father and mother were not good to me that day. And in fact, they were surprisingly nice to me, just as I was their biological child. Moreover, the "good" they are to me will be with me for life.
The four of us sat next to an old elm dining table . The wine and dishes on the table were: a dish of fried peanuts, a roast chicken, and a braised carp . The wine is a barrel of five liters of loose wine in a plastic pot of plastic (white many years ago). Wen's father said that this was his first wine from a certain winery many years ago. His meaning was obviously that the wine was very precious and he couldn't bear to drink it until the most important festival.
But I took a sip of the loose wine that was not visible to the white plastic pot. I didn't feel how good this wine was, but I felt that this wine had a strange smell. But this taste will never be forgotten by me for my life. Later, I became more developed and tried to get the first wine from the winery that Wen's father said, but after I drank it, I no longer had the same flavor as before. So I think he was lying to me at the beginning.
In short, I ate this "return to the door" meal awkwardly, I didn't eat much food or drink much wine. At about two o'clock in the afternoon, Wen's father said that we were far away and we should go home early. He gave me a bank card and Wen Cui a quaint knife with a scabbard. He said that the password of the card was Wen Cui’s birthday, and the knife was an antique that had been passed down by their family for generations. He was given to Wen Cui as a dowry.
Although I was very confused: Is there anyone who gave a knife to do a dowry for my daughter? But the money has been obtained, and my goal has been achieved. No matter what kind of knife it is or not. Perhaps as Wen’s father said, this little knife is really an antique knife.
But this little knife brought me inexplicable fear in the future.
Many years later, I dreamed of the "return to the door" many years ago. Logically speaking, the daughter's "returning to the door" is the most solemn thing in the woman's family except on the day she married her daughter. It should be that relatives and friends gathered together to welcome the arrival of their new son-in-law.
is the "returning door" between Wen Cui and me, and there is no one else except Wen's father and Wen's mother. I will remember that he has few relatives and doesn’t like the excitement.But I can’t tell how rich their family is in Wen Cui’s house, furniture, and the behavior and clothes of the two elders. How could they agree to pay 100,000 yuan and marry my daughter to me?
Yes, Wen Cui is an ugly disabled person. But the older generation has a saying, "If you have a daughter, you won't have to worry about marrying." Even if Wen Cui doesn't marry me, she will find her husband's family - maybe she doesn't even need to marry a dowry - so why does the Wen family have to pay for money and marry her to me?
I can't figure it out.
But the answer I finally came up with was that I was an excellent man, and the Wen family wanted to marry my mute daughter to me at all costs. Thinking about this makes me feel more superior, and at the same time, I look down on my mute wife Wen Cui more and more.
But at that time, the most important thing I did was to treat my father. The money was in Wen Cui's hands (she knew the bank card password), so I didn't dare to offend her openly. So my disgust for her was just sleeping in separate beds at night and trying not to look at her.
the day after "returning to the door", our whole family went to City S. My original intention was to let Wen Cui be with her sister at home. She told her bank card password and didn’t have to go - she was a mute, what could she do if she went? But after Wen Cui found out, she insisted on going. Although she couldn't speak, she twisted her limbs and made a squeaking sound in her mouth, which clearly showed that she wanted to go. My mother said, let her go. But for the sake of face, I still wrapped her tightly and wore a veil that only exposed my eyes, so I agreed to her go.
My father's surgery was quite smooth. Dr. Hu, the chief surgeon, told me excitedly after the operation:
"What a miracle! What a miracle! I have been in the Oncology Department for so many years, and I have never seen a patient like your father!"
Our family is very happy, and we must treat Dr. Hu to a simple meal. I told Wen Cui to go out for dinner, but she hid in the dirty corner of the hotel. She didn't even respond no matter how I called her. Just like she is not only a mute, but also an L child. I think she must be ashamed of herself.
But I suddenly thought, on the day my father had the operation, she stood at the door of the operating room, with her hands closed (the sheathed knife was sandwiched in the palm of her hand), her head was slightly lowered, and she faced the operating room devoutly. Didn’t she feel embarrassed that day? Aren't you afraid that Dr. Hu will come out suddenly and see her ugly face full of pockmarks?
She didn't go, so I could only invite Dr. Hu to dinner with my mother.
Next, my father's condition was indeed like what Dr. Hu said, "It's a miracle." In less than half a month, my father was able to get out of bed and walk with my help. You have to know that the old man has just undergone a surgery to break his abdomen.
A month later, my father asked to be discharged from the hospital (the money was spent too quickly in the hospital), and I had no disputes, so in the end I could only ask Dr. Hu's opinion. He gave my father a comprehensive physical examination and finally told me: I can be discharged from the hospital. He paused for a moment and said, "What a miracle! What a miracle!"
In this way, our family returned to the home where we had been away for more than a month after recovering from a serious illness.
There was indeed a "miracle" in my father. Three months after we returned home, he was able to do some simple farm work. Our family was so happy that the previous gloomy mood was wiped out.
I used to be an apprentice in the auto repair shop in the town. Because of my father's illness, I took a long vacation. Now that my father is ready (at least he can take care of himself), I have returned to the auto repair shop.
Good buddy from the auto repair shop, I wish my father a quick recovery. I thank them. But over time, my good friends couldn't help but joke with me. They asked me when I would invite them to drink. I said drinking is not OK at any time. But they immediately smiled and said:
"We are going to your house and we want to drink with my sister-in-law."
I immediately pulled my face off. In fact, although they said this, although it was sarcastic, they wanted to drink more from my pot of wine. Because on my wedding day, these good buddies only followed the money to save money for my family and left without even eating.
I regretted the momentary impulse.
It is said that I am not a man who can’t make jokes, but I am ugly and mute daughter-in-law. How can I not be ashamed of myself! So from this time on, I had the idea of going out to work.
In addition, as the end of the year approaches, people are busy with the storage of New Year goods. My mother told me to buy more melon seeds and peanuts, "Your father has experienced a great disaster. There must be many people visiting him during the Chinese New Year. Prepare more guests to entertain guests." I said "Okay", but what I thought was: there is a custom of looking at my wife in the first month of the countryside. I just got married, and my wife has such a face. When they are free, they will definitely come to my house to watch jokes. My eyes turned dark, where would I put my face?
26 years old, I look at my face more than anything else. I don’t want to hear people behind me saying that I married an ugly mute for 100,000 yuan. This further aggravated my decision to go out to work.
I first told my mother what I thought. My mother had no objection or support. She just said to me:
"Have you discussed with Xiao Cui?"
I didn't say anything, and what I thought to myself was, what's the discussion between me and her, a mute!
Mom sighed and muttered in a low voice, "I'll ask your dad", and this matter was stopped.
but I decided to leave. I first bought the New Year's goods at home, and then left the money I earned in the auto repair shop to my mother as much as possible, and then began to study where I was working.
Actually, I was very blind at that time, and I just wanted to leave this home. But I don’t know where to go.
At least, on the eleventh day of the twelfth lunar month, my friend Xiaofeng called me and told me that he was in S City and would not go home during the Chinese New Year. I asked him "Why don't you go home for the New Year?" He said that during the New Year, the money in the city was very easy to make. So I told him that I would go to find him. He was silent for a moment, and finally he welcomed me happily. I think he must be thinking, why didn’t I celebrate the New Year at home just now?
My dad finally talked to me about going out to work. He meant that I just got married, so it would be better not to go out this year. "Because in the first month, you have to pay New Year's greetings to your father-in-law and mother-in-law. In the first year, it's best not to make a promise." I told my father that our family owes a lot of money. If I don't go out to work while I'm young, when will I pay it back? After hearing this, Dad lowered his head and refused to speak, and he must have been deeply blaming himself. But no matter what, my father no longer stopped me from going out to work. Although what I said hurt my father, I was still very happy inside.
I set the date of my trip on the 16th day of the twelfth lunar month, and I started to pack my luggage in my spare time. I only told my parents and sister about the days I went there, but not Wen Cui. But on the 16th day of the twelfth lunar month, she got up early in the morning, carried a small bag, and stood by my side happily. I asked her angrily, "What are you going to do?" She squeaked, and her arm carrying a bag was gestured to the north. Obviously, she meant to go to S City north with me. I was very angry, why are she going to join in the fun! Did she ask me to go to City S to continue seeing her ugly face? I could only lie to her and say that I would go to work in the auto repair shop, and I wouldn't go anywhere. At the same time, I doubted whether it was my parents who told her, and I felt very guilty about them being troublesome.
Wen Cui didn't believe me, she grabbed my arm, no matter how angry I was, she didn't let go of her fingers. In the end, I had no choice but to put down my schoolbag and sit on the sofa.
My father asked me almost pleaded that day:
"Xiaojie, can't we go to work after the New Year?"
I smiled and said to my father that it's easy to make money during the New Year. Dad lowered his head, pondered for a long time, and finally said to me:
"Xiaojie, Xiao Cui is a good wife. Her father's life is given by her. Don't let her down!"
I said I know.
At five o'clock the next morning, I secretly carried my schoolbag and escaped from my home that made me feel mixed emotions.
At this moment, my mute wife was sleeping soundly in the small bed in the corner, although her sleep was very light.
Since then I started a long working career.I do almost all work - as long as I make money - I have brushed plates and bowls in a restaurant, worked as an reinforcement worker at a construction site, and moved home in a moving company. I trade the cheapest labor for low survival capital.
Later, I spent a long time in S City and had more friends. Someone told me to make money in funerals, so I jumped into the funeral industry without hesitation. Of course, no matter what industry you are new to, you are always bullied by others. I was in the funeral industry and did a job carrying the dead from the fifth floor for five days. The boss only gave me five hundred yuan, and they each gave me three thousand yuan.
I'm not complaining, I just want to say that survival is not easy. If you see that kind of corpse that is connected, you will understand what I mean.
But I am happy and optimistic. My happiness is like a beggar on the roadside and a kind-hearted person gives me a steamed bun. I think the world is so beautiful and people are so kind.
My hard work has made me send 1,000 yuan a month to my family from the beginning to sending 6,000 yuan a month. I told my parents that I was doing well outside and earned more than 10,000 yuan a month. Let them not be reluctant to eat or wear; let them pay attention to their sister, urge her to study, and find a good job when they grow up.
In fact, my monthly salary is only eight hundred yuan more than what I mailed to them. I can’t bear to eat, wear, drink, or smoke (I don’t smoke, I’m afraid I’ll get addicted). I can't say I'm a good person, I just want to say that this is all forced by life.
Over the years I worked, I can't say that I completely erased Wen Cui from my mind, but it's hard for me to remember her except for the occasional mention of her parents and sisters.
My mother told me that after I went to S City, she returned to her parents' home the next day. Well, this is a break for both of us, although I feel sorry for her.
I don’t think of her, but memories are like a faucet that can’t be closed, and I can’t help but think of her on a sleepless night. But the pictures in my mind were like screening a seriously worn CD, stumbled and skipped frame by frame. For example, on the night of our bridal chamber, or on which day I "returned to the door" with her, etc.
But everything has its "uniqueness". The only fresh picture in my mind is Wen Cui standing at the door of my father's operating room. She stood straight, her head drooped slightly, her hands closed, and her antique knife her father gave her...
All the bad things have passed, just like when I first came to S City and couldn't afford to eat. What's the point of me savoring these bitterness? I should look forward, after all, my life is still long.
However, life is often so strange. When you don’t think about it, it just appears in your mind, making you helpless and sigh!
The turning point in my life happened when I was thirty-six years old.
This year, I made a "noble man" through my friend Xiaofeng. She showed me a bright road and completely got rid of poverty.
Her name is Yang Miao, she is forty-two years old, from the water town of Jiangnan. Although her name seems very weak, her personality is never as indecisive as it is.
She opens a large lamp city in City S, with less than a hundred employees alone. When I met her through Xiaofeng, I couldn't help but wonder, can I become friends with such a person?
But my luck came, and Yang Miao said that she appreciated me very much and hoped that I could help her do things. During those days, I happened to have no satisfactory work, so I agreed to her with the mentality of giving it a try.
Yang Miao first asked me to manage the warehouse. She said that although the work in the warehouse was tiring, it was beneficial to my understanding of product types and performance. Sure enough, one and a half months later, I basically figured out the types and performance of the product. Yang Miao was very happy and praised me for a few words, then transferred me to the engineering department. My salary changed from three thousand in the management warehouse to six thousand. Afterwards, I worked in the engineering department for another two months. Yang Miao said that he would transfer me to the sales department without telling me. My salary has changed from 6,000 to 12,000. At this time, the main content of my work is to accompany Yang Miao to meet various clients, negotiate, sign contracts, etc.I am like Yang Miao’s assistant, and also like her student.
Actually, my existence is completely redundant (everyone can tell). So one day in my spare time, I bought some exquisite gifts to visit Yang Miao, and boldly asked the doubts in my heart:
"Mr. Yang, why do you help me like this?"
Yang Miao paused for a moment, then smiled thoughtfully, and said lightly:
"Xiaojie, I help you, for my sister."
She stopped, as if she was thinking about something, and two minutes later continued:
"Xiaojie, I hope you don't let me down and my sister."
I smiled reservefully and said, "I will work hard." After I finished speaking, I immediately asked her:
"Who is your sister? Do I know her? Or can I visit her?"
Yang Miao stopped smiling, her face became very sad, scared to me, and I trembled in my heart, wondering if I had said the wrong thing? But her face immediately became gentle and kind, and she said to me as if she was caring for her children:
"Xiaojie, you will see her, but not now. Your main task now is to do your job well. When you succeed and become famous, you will naturally see her."
After saying this, she seemed very tired, so I said goodbye with tactfulness. But from then on, I planted a question in my mind, who is Yang Miao’s sister and why did she ask her sister to help me?
People who have experienced great hardships often cherish the opportunities they get by chance, because they know that time cannot be waited for and it will be fleeting.
I have worked in Yang Miao's company for half a year. In the past six months, I have done everything she has given me personally, for fear of negligence, mistakes and making people laugh (jokes are second, I am most afraid of causing losses to the company). After all, God is what he wants, and God has not let me down as a hard-working person. I can't say that I did the best in the company, but I was also among the top ones - there were two times when I made a decision without authorization and negotiated two not-so-large orders (one or two million), and Yang Miao was very happy. So while I was studying hard, Yang Miao gave me the position of branch manager in a district of S City. I can't do it well if I refuse. Yang Miao held my hand and said:
"I believe in you!"
This way, I was like a fish in water. When I was wearing a suit and ties, sitting in a spacious and bright office, can you think of how many days I had bulldozed on the construction site with a stinky sweat, or for three to five hundred yuan, I couldn’t eat for several days?
All the misfortunes have passed. Only those who have experienced this kind of compassion for the past can understand it.
I started learning to smoke and drink—of course, in some occasions I have to do this, and if I don’t, the client feels that I am “not honest”. I was thirty-six years old and experienced the joy of smoking and drinking. But my bad habit was soon discovered by Yang Miao. She sternly scolded me for not being contaminated with tobacco and alcohol.
"Xiaojie, I have been here for so many years, why are you infected with cigarettes and alcohol again?"
I didn't dare to look at her, lowered my head and didn't speak.
"Xiaojie, quitting smoking and drinking is not good for your health. My sister doesn't want you to drink!"
I lowered my head and said, "Yes."
She sighed, lowered her head, as if she was talking to herself, "...It's time to arrange for you to meet my sister..."
I was shocked and immediately asked:
"Mr. Yang, when? I'm looking forward to it!"
Yang Miao raised her head and looked at me thoughtfully, "Do you really want to see my sister?"
"Really!" I was very excited.
Yang Miao looked at me silently and stopped talking, as if she wanted to see through me.
9
I finally met Yang Miao’s so-called “sister”, but I never thought that her sister was my wife Wen Cui ten years ago. I can't accept this fact.
S The most luxurious hotel, Seven Star Hotel, is in an antique elegant room. Wen Cui sat on a mahogany chair on my right. On the coffee table to her left, there were two cups of steaming Biluochun .
Yang Miao had just left, and it seemed that the fragrance of her body was still left in the room. But I smelled more about Wen Cui's body.After ten years, she has almost nothing changed. People often say "time changes a person", but this sentence is a mistake when applied to her. I don’t know whether it was her intentional or unintentional, but today she looked inappropriate in the red makeup we got married ten years ago. I think she must be dressed like this because she was afraid that I would forget her. But she backfired, which made me hate and tremble with her.
I have nothing to say to her. She is originally a mute. Wouldn’t I speak to her against the wall? I didn't dare to look at her either, because I was afraid that after seeing her, I would bring up bad memories that I had forgotten. We just sat quietly like this, as if both of us were just sitting to sit.
But what I was concerned about in the end was Yang Miao. I was afraid that she would blame me for knowing that I would treat her "sister". Finally, I gritted my teeth and said to Wen Cui:
"Drink tea."
Wen Cui picked up the teacup and looked at me affectionately. I lowered my head and didn't look at her, but I still saw it all out of the corner of my eyes.
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A few days ago, I agreed to Yang Miao quit drinking, but I thought, I would just drink one tonight and never drink it again in the future, and it would not be considered breaking my promise. Let’s take a step back, even if Yang Miao knows, he will definitely not blame me, because the situation today is special.
But I didn’t drink one cup, but a bottle. I was so dizzy that I drank, smoked half a box of cigarettes, and then went to bed.
It was about three o'clock in the morning. I suddenly felt thirsty and got up to look for water everywhere. But there was no mineral water at home and I was too lazy to boil water, so I put on my clothes, took the car keys, and drove into the warehouse. I wanted to find the nearest convenience store and buy a few bottles of water.
But that night was surprisingly unfortunate. The 7-ELEVEN convenience store, which I drove five minutes away, did not open. Later, I thought, it was not open. It might be because of the heavy snow that night. I wanted to drink water very much, so I drove to 7-ELEVEN five kilometers away.
Because of heavy snow, I drove very slowly, and with the hangover in the middle of the night, I didn’t dare to take it lightly. I boarded an overpass on Zhonghua Road. At that time, I thought to myself that the road is so difficult to walk, so I can buy water, so I can find a hotel nearby to stay. But my idea is not over yet. My four-wheel drive off-road vehicle is like a wild horse that breaks its reins, crashing into the viaduct fence. At that moment, I heard two loud noises (one was the sound of a car hitting the fence, the other was the sound of a car falling to the ground), and then I knew nothing.
When I woke up again, it was already half a month later. I felt like I had a big dream, always dealing with the brink of life and death.
The first thing I saw was my mother and dad. Their eyes were red and swollen, and they must have just cried. Secondly, what I saw was my boss Yang Miao. Although her face was pale, there was a light of confidence in her eyes. I wanted to speak, but the bandage on my mouth stopped me from thinking. I also want to turn over, but I don’t have any strength in my body.
Mom cried and said:
"Don't move, you will be fine soon."
I closed my eyes.
Three months later, I was miraculously able to get out of bed and walk around, which shocked the attending doctor beside my bed and was shocked:
"You have broken bones all over and damaged internal organs...How could you recover so quickly? Miracle! Miracle!"
But the only surprises were the doctors, my parents, sisters, and Yang Miao around me seemed to know that I would do this. They looked at me with a warm face, but I saw a trace of sadness in their eyes. I don’t know why they were sad, are they sighing for my experience?
4 months later, I completely recovered as before. What I mean (including my parents, Yang Miao) was discharged, but my attending doctor stopped me. He said, I had suffered such serious injuries and had to stay in the hospital for at least half a year before I was discharged. "Xiaojie, you have only been in four months, I'm not at ease with you!" I knew he had good intentions, but I asked him to do a whole body test for me, and the result was that I was healthier than normal people.
I have returned to my normal life, and I am almost no different from before something happened.But the only difference is that my energy is more vigorous than before, and my body seems to be not thirty-seven years old, but twenty-seven years old. At the same time, I also had the sequelae brought to me by the car accident, which is that I can't remember some things. For example, what happened the first day of my car accident? Why drink so much wine? You know, I promised Yang Miao to quit drinking. Or, why did I come to S City to work, and why didn’t I stay at home to guard my parents? etc.
But what I have forgotten are all irrelevant trivial matters. If you can't remember, you can't remember it. Who can remember all their life experiences?
That was about six months after I was discharged from the hospital. Yang Miao told me that she wanted to spend her birthday today and she wanted to spend it with me in the evening. I was stunned and then flattered. You should know that Yang Miao also has a lover and a child (but not around). She invited me to celebrate her birthday, which shows how much she valued me. I readily agreed and joked to her, "I want to give you a big gift."
At six o'clock in the evening, I dressed up and drove to her house happily with the high-end cosmetics I bought from the People's Mall in the afternoon and the latest LV bag (two things, I spent 30,000 to 40,000 yuan).
Yang Miao is obviously waiting for my arrival. After I entered the door, I handed the gift to her first. She took it, smiled reservedly, and then said, "Why buy such expensive things?" and invited me to sit in. We started her forty-three birthday celebration.
Yang Miao poured me white wine, and I hurriedly said, "I quit, don't pour it for me." She smiled faintly and said, "
, "I have to drink something today no matter what."
I thought that today was her birthday, so I no longer shirked.
We didn't talk much until we divided a bottle of white wine that her words didn't open.
"Xiaojie, let me tell you a story, no, this is not a 'story', this is something I have experienced personally, - are you interested in listening?"
She looked at me, and her cheeks were red due to the stimulation of alcohol.
"Okay," I said with a smile, "I'll listen attentively!"
She took another sip of wine, and then told me a heart-wrenching story.
That happened about seven years ago. A friend and I were playing by the Yao River in S City after dinner, and suddenly we saw a colorful butterfly. You know, girls love beautiful things, and I am no exception. I wanted to catch the butterfly, make it into a specimen, and give it to my daughter who is in junior high school. I ran after the butterfly.
The butterfly flew very fast and lightly, and I couldn't catch it. But when I was about to give up, it stopped in the air one meter away from me and seduced me to catch it. My friend said:
"Miaomiao, this is the shore. If you can't catch it, don't catch it."
but I didn't listen. I think I have the ability to catch it. Unexpectedly, while catching the butterfly, I accidentally slid into the water.
The rain was heavy that year, and the Yaohe River water rose. I fell into the water, and soon the river water lost my chest. But what's even more terrible is that I was still sliding down the water, and the river flooded me for a moment. I can't swim and struggle desperately in the water. As a result, the river flowed into my mouth without mercy and into my lungs.
My friend can’t swim, so she shouted for help from the shore. At first I could vaguely hear the shouting "Help". But soon, I couldn't hear anything. I stopped struggling and sank to the bottom of the river with the water.
... I still remember the ups and downs of the process. I was like a pair of big hands pulled into the dark passage. From awakening of consciousness to lack of consciousness, I knew I was dead. After that I experienced a long period of amnesia.
My friend later told me that I stayed in the water for about twenty minutes, and was finally dragged to the shore by two wild uncles. But when I was dragged onto the shore, I had no vital signs. But my friend and kind-hearted person still tried their best to rescue him (one of them was a doctor), but it was too late.
My friend later said to me:
"I was very scared at the time, and I was panicked, and I didn't know what to do. But at this moment, she squeezed in from the crowd, and then gave you artificial respiration and cardiopulmonary resuscitation. Finally, she lay on the ground with you and hugged you tightly. For about five minutes, you opened your eyes."
Yes, I came back alive.
The first thing I saw was the face of a woman with a pockmarked face. She seemed very tired and panting. She reached out to tidy up the scattered hair curtains for me, and I saw her holding a sheathed knife in her hand. I was about to ask who she was when my friend walked over and hugged me, crying loudly. At this time, she quietly stayed away from the crowd.
There are two different statements about my experience. One is that I was in a state of fake death after drowning, and she rescued me after she came. The other is that I was already drowned by water, and she pulled me back from the gates of hell. This means that there is a mysterious power in her.
Of course, most people believe in the first statement because that is science. But the doctor who had rescued me chose the second statement because he firmly believed in his judgment at that time. Where is me? I believe in science, but I believe in the second statement more because I know the feeling of death that happens to me. I want to thank my savior, but I can't find her. What changed after
on me is that everything I did was particularly smooth. For example, before this happened, I was as unknown as I first met you, and just lived a mediocre life. But after that, I had a great motivation to start a business, and I told my husband, let’s make lamps. My husband said, we know nothing about lamps, can we do it? I said "can do it". I took out all my worth and invested in the lamp industry. Unexpectedly, three years later, I became the leader in the lamp industry in S City.
others say I am a business genius, maybe I have a little business talent in my head. But I know very well that my success cannot be separated from her. So when I have money, I vow to find her no matter what the price I pay.
As expected, hard work pays off. Two years ago, I finally found her in City S.
She didn't want to recognize me at first, but she couldn't resist my pity, and in the end she admitted everything. It was not until this time that I realized that she was a deaf and mute. But I respect her even more.
What happened after that was that she asked me to help her find her husband. In order to repay my kindness, I spent a year finding her husband. Then, in another year, she trained her husband to become a business elite. Some people say that it is not worth it for me to do this, and that I should not turn a man who does not know how to be grateful into a superior person. But I think what I did for her was far less than what she did for me. Because I always owe her a life...
When I came out of Yang Miao's house, it was already midnight. I didn't dare to drive, so I called a driver. On the way, I asked the 25- or six-year-old driver:
"Master, if you marry a mute wife who is particularly good to you, would you treat her well?"
The driver was stunned (I obviously felt that he gently tapped the brakes) and said:
"Yes, why am I not good to her? The most rare thing in the world is a good woman."
I smiled and didn't say anything. Then he turned his head and looked at the neon lights flashing outside the window.
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