Life is gradually getting on the right track. From Monday to Friday, He Xiaoyun goes to school. On weekends, he stays at home with the children and prepares food for the family. He goes to the market to buy enough food for the whole week. Sometimes, there will be some in the class or the literary group. Activity.

One weekend in April, the class organized an outing.

Because it was the first group outing since the beginning of school, He Xiaoyun couldn't refuse, so she sent Wei Yuanhang to Xu Lanxiang and promised to buy him a kite when he returned.

About twenty people in the class were almost there, and they went to the People's Park together.

In the late spring, there are a lot of people enjoying flowers in the park. They are young people, youthful and lively, and they attract a lot of attention.

Liu Yangyang carried a bag, took He Xiaoyun's hand and jumped around, taking out food from the bag and sharing it with her, a child who came out to play with his parents.

"Did you know, Li Lingling talked about the object." She suddenly leaned in and said in a low voice, looking in the other direction.

He Xiaoyun followed her gaze and saw Li Lingling walking side by side with a boy, a little closer.

He Xiaoyun didn't live in school and didn't have much contact with classmates, so many gossips were not well informed. In her impression, Li Lingling had been in and out of Wu Jing all the time. I don't know since when the two moved separately.

She searched for Wu Jing in the crowd, but saw that there was also a boy next to her. The boy looked very attentive and kept turning his head to talk to her, but Wu Jing seemed indifferent and not very enthusiastic.

He Xiaoyun suddenly realized that all the students in the class were beginning to fall in love.

Liu Yangyang said gossiping again: "Our monitor has been chasing Wu Jing for a long time. Before that, Wu Jing publicly said that he didn't plan to talk about the subject, and he didn't let him get rid of it."

"You know quite a lot." He Xiaoyun said with a smile.

"That's for sure," Liu Yangyang was a little proud, "You don't listen to things outside the window, and you only read sage books. I am definitely not better than you in reading, but other things are not necessarily true."

He Xiaoyun chuckled secretly. If Liu Yangyang was born in her time and was a gossip entertainment joke, he would definitely not have to worry about running out of food.

The weather is getting warmer and warmer. In previous years, Wei Jianwei usually took his family vacation in April of the lunar calendar.

He sat at the table and wrote a letter, telling his family about this. He Xiaoyun walked out of the kitchen with a plate and stuffed a sophora japonica dumpling into his mouth.

It is the flowering period of Sophora japonica. There are a lot of Sophora japonica trees on both sides of the main road in the family area. She and Xu Lanxiang picked a large basket and came back. During this time, Sophora japonica dumplings, Sophora japonica buns, Sophora japonica cakes, Sophora japonica rice Can be arranged.

"Have you finished writing?" she asked Wei Jianwei. She also took a dumpling. After tasting it, she found that it was a little bland, so she went to the kitchen to pour a dish of vinegar.

Wei Jianwei nodded, "Almost."

He Xiaoyun leaned over to read the letter he had written, and said while reading: "I can let the little fat man write a little later. After reading the book for more than half a year, he has learned a few words somehow, let him write it to his grandparents. "

However, his writing is so big that he might have to prepare a few pieces of letter paper.

In addition to Wei Jianwei’s writing, He Xiaoyun also wrote a letter to her younger brother. He Xiaojun will take the college entrance examination after reading this half year. She is not at home, so she can only write more letters to urge her. The review materials used last year have already been sent. Go back and use it for him.

Thinking that her brother was several years younger than her, but he might go to university only a year later than her, He Xiaoyun felt so young that she was so young.

Especially after Liu Yangyang’s reminder that day, she walked on the campus again and found that among the students coming and going, there were indeed many couples, the kind of young men and women who fell in love with pink bubbles all over their bodies. The atmosphere makes her a married young woman feel delicate.

And because of the imbalance between men and women, almost every girl has a suitor. She wondered why there was no boy dangling in front of her. Is it possible that everyone knows that she has been married so soon?

If Liu Yangyang knows what she thinks, she must shout, you know nothing about your own fame!

In the entire Chinese department, who doesn’t know that their departmental flowers not only grow well, they also rank third in the capital in the college entrance examination. They combine beauty and talent. Even in other departments, people often come to watch, if they are not married and have children. Her conditions, I'm afraid that the suitors would have already lined up from the teaching building to the school gate.

Of course, her husband, the upright and handsome officer who always wears military uniforms, is also well known to everyone. Liu Yangyang heard girls talk about his appearance and aura more than once, and boys talk about his military rank.

With such an excellent lover, even if someone loves her, he must weigh his own weight and see if he is qualified enough to compete with her husband.

"What are you in a daze?" Wei Jianwei poked her cheek.

He Xiaoyun grabbed his finger and gestured to bite. Not only was Wei Jianwei not afraid, but he also had an expression waiting for her to bite.

So she threw away disgustingly, "Thirty years of old meat, I have a toothache."

Wei Jianwei smiled, squeezed her fingertips, and agreed: "It's not as tender as you, one bite one mark."

He always felt that there was something in the words. He Xiaoyun slapped his hand away, walked to the window, and called Wei Yuanhang, who was playing downstairs, to go home for dinner.

In the season of scented locust tree, behind the school cafeteria, those tall and luxuriant locust trees also bloomed, large clusters of white flowers hanging from the branches, the breeze sent a sweet fragrance, and the petals fell like rain, sometimes after eating. At lunch, He Xiaoyun will take a walk under the tree to digest, bathe in the rain of locust blossoms, and feel that she is very artistic.

Today, Liu Yangyang has something to do. She walked alone and turned to the back door of the cafeteria, only to find someone under the locust tree. One of them looked familiar. It was Wu Jing in their class. A strange man stood opposite her. People don't know what they are talking about, and the atmosphere is a bit stalemate.

He Xiaoyun didn't want to gossip and was about to leave. The man suddenly turned and left. Wu Jing stared at his back, and when he was gone, she slowly squatted down and buried her face in her knees.

He Xiaoyun hesitated for a moment, before asking her if she needed help, hesitating between quietly walking away, and before making a decision, Wu Jing raised her head and met her gaze.

A little far away, He Xiaoyun didn't know if she was crying.

At this time, she left without saying anything. It was a bit of a lack of money here. She simply walked over and asked, "Are you okay?"

Wu Jing shook her head lightly, her eyelids were a little red and she did not shed tears.

She squatted there, as if she didn’t intend to stand up, He Xiaoyun squatted down, picked up a few locust flowers on the ground, and played with them in her palms. Without mentioning the picture she saw just now, she just said: "If the cafeteria takes these flowers It must be very popular to make Sophora japonica cakes."

Wu Jing looked up at the dense tree canopy. After a long time, she said in a slightly hoarse voice: "The place where I used to live, there was also a locust tree not far behind the house."

Listening to her remarks, it was her former residence, not her home. He Xiaoyun thought, could it be when she went to the countryside to jump in the line?

Just as he was about to ask, Wu Jing said again: "It's my husband's home. That person just now is my husband."

Her tone was so plain that He Xiaoyun was dumbfounded.

She now understands what Liu Yangyang felt when she learned that she was married.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Wu Jing looks like the kind of goddess of art, quiet and cold, with a touch of alienation, and the man just now, even though He Xiaoyun only looked at his back, he can feel his ruggedness and fierceness. The two are completely opposite people. It's not that one is not worthy of another, but just looks at it and doesn't match it. How can they get together?

After saying that, Wu Jing paused for a long time. He Xiaoyun thought she was not going to continue speaking, she took another deep breath and said slowly.

Three years ago, Wu Jing graduated from high school and went to the south to jump in with a few educated youths. It was a beautiful place with green mountains and green waters and beautiful scenery. Her anxiety was soothed and she had some expectations for the future.

But this kind of expectation only lasted for two days. On the third night, when she finished her work and returned to the farmer’s house where she was borrowing to rest, the honest son of the family suddenly broke into her house. She struggled and called for help. But the old couple who were kind and honest before did not appear, nor did the neighbors who were only separated by a wall.

She tried her best to break free and ran outside with a disheveled hair. The doors of all the houses in the village were closed, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at her behind the black holed windows.

The people behind her were chasing her, she had nowhere to go, there was no way to ask for help, instead of being caught...

She ran to the only deep well in the village...

"What's next?" He Xiaoyun asked with breath holding her breath.

Wu Jing paused and said softly, "Someone was drawing water by the well, and he caught me."

Although the two are classmates, they are not usually close. Those things probably have been held in my heart for too long, and no one talked about them. It happened to be on an occasion like today, so she would talk about it to He Xiaoyun.

The man saved her.

Then Wu Jing learned that this seemingly beautiful village was home to a group of backward and barbaric villains. They separated the educated youth from the city separately and assigned them to farmers to live in. In fact, they acquiesced in the ignorant lambs of those people. , Just to be able to leave these women to have children.

But for the educated youth who went to the countryside, if they had no way out, there was no way to return to the city. Running away privately was like a deserter. They were caught back and faced harsh criticism and labor reforms. For so many years, almost no one managed to escape this mountain.

Wu Jing wrote a letter to the outside world, but there was no response to all the letters. She finally realized her situation and agreed to marry the man who rescued her.

Despite this, she didn't want to leave all the time, so she couldn't have children, and she couldn't leave cares and burdens. The only luck was that the person didn't force her. Later, the college entrance examination resumed and the other party sent her out of the village.

When I left, I saw another female educated youth who came with her, with a big belly and a child in her hands.

She didn't dare to look back.

"He came to me, and I told him that he would never go back, and he asked if we were to separate, and I said, yes..." Wu Jing's lips trembled, trying to show a smile.

"I used him and abandoned him. I'm already broken."

Although she escaped there, she felt that she had been contaminated by the silt.

He Xiaoyun's heart is heavy and she doesn't know what to say.

"……it's not your fault."

Wu Jing laughed more ugly than crying.

He Xiaoyun knew that her comfort was weak, but she understood Wu Jing's approach, and if it were her, she would not choose to return to that nightmare place.

Due to policy reasons, rural people in this era are not allowed to move randomly. That is to say, Wu Jing doesn't want to go back, and the man can't settle in the city, so even if the two people don't want to be separated, they can't stay together.

Although He Xiaoyun knew that the policy would change soon and the turning point was coming, she couldn't tell her.

She had no choice but to persuade: "The bad things are left in the past, and then look forward. The future will definitely get better and better, just like a year ago, you can think of us in the university, sitting under the locust tree wanna chat?"

Wu Jing knew that she was right. Compared with other people, she was extremely lucky and had at least met a good person.

She raised her eyes to the direction that the person had left, and whispered: "Thank you, and you are willing to listen to me."

"What's wrong with this," He Xiaoyun said, looking at her slightly pale profile, and couldn't help but say again, "At the moment, what we should do is not to leave regrets for the future."

Wu Jing was dazed.

Back home, He Xiaoyun was not very emotional. Wu Jing's words reminded her of the place where she was born. Although she also fled in the end, the scars remained in her heart.

Wei Jianwei was cutting vegetables in the kitchen, He Xiaoyun walked over, wrapped his waist, and buried his face on his generous back.

She felt that she was so miserable in her last life. She must have accumulated all the luck and spent it on meeting this person.

She couldn't imagine what would happen if she hadn't been born again in Qingshuihe, but in the place that Wu Jing said.

Wei Jianwei had heard her coming back, watching her not talking, and asked: "Are you tired?"

He Xiaoyun replied dullly.

Hearing that she was in a bad mood, Wei Jianwei put aside his work, turned around and hugged her, "What's the matter?"

As he spoke, he lowered his head and touched her forehead, trying to see if she was unwell.

He Xiaoyun said softly: "It's nothing, I just want to hug."

Wei Jianwei smiled, holding her waist and hips to lift people up like a child.

He Xiaoyun leaned her face on his shoulder.

In my impression, no one had ever hugged her like this. When she was a child, the elders in the family disliked being a girl, let alone hugs, even a good face was rare. Later in the society, a person was exhausted in order to make a living. There is no one to hug.

She never felt that she lacked love, but now she thought that even if Wei Jianwei did nothing, she would fall in love with him just by holding her like this.