Last night, before going to bed, I checked the unread private messages as usual, and saw a message from a stranger: Guess who I am?
I thought it was a boring prank, so I didn't want to deal with it, but after thinking about it, I replied, "Who are you?".”
White gauze scarf!The other party replied.
White gauze scarf!Could it be her?
She, it's really Jiang Xue!
Jiang Xue is my elementary school classmate, my father's surname is Ding, and my mother's surname is Jiang. Her mother was a returned overseas Chinese at the beginning of liberation, and her father was a university teacher in the 50s. I was able to be admitted to the university, and Mr. Ding and Mr. Jiang contributed greatly.
Jiang Xue's grandfather was a landlord and was very good to me, and at his insistence, I had a baby kiss with Jiang Xue.
After Mr. Ding was rehabilitated, his family went abroad, and since then, we have cut off contact.
Losing her has also become an eternal pain in my heart.
Regarding Jiang Xue's story, I once wrote an ** "My Childhood Troubles", which recorded the bits and pieces from childhood to adolescence, of course, including the "love" that I don't know if it counts as love.
I wish she could see this, but when she did, I was still surprised.
In the vast sea of people, my article written by an unknown retired old man was actually seen by her thousands of miles away, is this providence?
She said that a friend who works in China accidentally saw it, and the content was very similar to her story, so she shared it with her.
She said that when she read the article, she guessed that I wrote it, and the style of the article was not much different from that of decades ago.
After chatting for a long time, I asked about the current situation of Teacher Ding and Teacher Jiang, and she said that she was fine, but they were both old, and they wanted to go back to their hometown to worship their ancestors a few years ago, but they were stopped by her and her children.
I said, don't worry, every time I go back to my hometown, I will go to my grandfather's grave to burn incense.
She was silent for a long time and said, let's go through the **, I want to hear your voice.
Connected**, suddenly I felt embarrassed.
After a long time, we meet again, but I don't know what to say.
Are you okay?Suddenly, we said this sentence at the same time, and all of a sudden, the unfamiliar atmosphere was lifted.
She said, I wanted to go back to you, but my grandfather wouldn't allow it.
I didn't know how to respond to this sentence, and said vaguely: I am not worthy of you.
Hung up **, tossing and turning, her last words echoed in her ears: I owe you a lot in this life, but unfortunately time can't be reversed.
I quietly went downstairs in a daze, lit a cigarette in the yard, and was blown by the cold wind, Huo Ran woke up, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly.
I'm old, why are you still struggling with this?
Neither of us is at fault, and we can't talk about who has failed the other. If we have to find "fault", it can only be said that it is God's fault, so that we were born in an era where we can't help ourselves.
I went back to the bedroom, turned on my phone, and sent her a message: The rest of my life is still long, cherish!
Suddenly, I found that I had already received her message on my mobile phone, and it was word-for-word.