Love is unremarkable, but it's also really romantic
I have the impression that they have never quarreled, and they always accompany each other wherever they go.
Although there is no romance of "holding the hand", there is also an invisible red thread that guides the other party forward.
He walked ahead, a stick ready to reach out into the unknown; She followed behind, her steps much lighter, her hands pinned behind her back, and a little girlish spirit.
His ** was wrinkled and black, like a shriveled leather.
He wears an old-fashioned short-brimmed black hat and hides all his gray hair.
She was a few years younger than him, and she had silver and black hair, and she tied her ponytail indiscriminately, letting the breeze blow slowly.
In comparison, she is also whiter, although there are some lines on her face that she has been caressing for a long time.
But the overall is still soft and smooth, and the thin green meridians under the skin faintly appear.
He had been a soldier, and in his younger days, he followed the army for many years, so he left her alone at home.
She has a pair of industrious and dexterous hands, and always cleans the house up and down.
02A home full of warmth
Their house looks like some European civilian architecture from a distance.
The blue and white stone bricks were built one by one, and the square pillars were erected one by one.
Then there are neatly arranged rooms, with upper and lower floors.
The first layer is full of miscellaneous items, firewood cut down from the mountains over the years, and farm tools for working in the fields.
In the leftmost room on the second floor, her grocery store was opened.
It was a child's childhood, a dime a spicy strip, and a five-corner one to a higher level.
There are also candy, potato chips, bubble machines, stickers**, in addition, this is also a "supply station" for adults, occasionally too late** but missing wine, vinegar, soy sauce, firecrackers, paper money, etc., have to go to her to make up. The old and the young, always fall in love with her to buy.
After he was discharged from the army, the two of them cultivated the fields. One by one, the farm tools that were shelved in the clutter pile began to come in handy, just like the generals of the ancient battlefield were ready to go, taking turns to show their powers.
From soaking seeds, planting seedlings to harvesting, there will never be only one person standing alone on the ridge of the field.
He is as serious as a scout at all times, observing the changes in the rice seedlings, when the rice blooms, when the millet metamorphoses into full particles, and which patches are infested by pest......s and need to be sprayed with pesticidesHe always knows everything.
She followed him, playing a supporting role, remembering the next time she went to the market to buy pesticides and fertilizers for the rice fields.
03 Harvest the season of love
At harvest time, when they began to carry their farm tools to the rice fields, the adults and children of the village would always rush to help.
Some people bow their heads and skillfully cut the full rice with a sickle, and some people relay the rice to pick up and put it in the threshing machine, and the grains will fall into the underground storage basin along the traces of the machine.
When the light of the sun began to shine, they were busy until the golden sunset filled the entire sky, and they warmly beckoned everyone to his house, but everyone always turned away in unison, and they had no choice but to give up.
When the moon was full, looking up at the distance halfway up the mountainside, the small room was faintly dim, like a group of resting fireflies. After a while, the faint dusk was already hidden in the night.
04 The life of firewood, rice, oil and salt
Sometimes they would also talk a few words, for example, he disliked the vegetables she fried today with too much salt, so she pushed and asked him to cook by himself next time, and he turned his head to the side, picking up the rice in his hand silently.
When he really did it himself next time, it was always almost meaningless, and he couldn't get used to the "works" he cooked.
The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and the bickers were like tiny specks of dust drifting away in the wind.
He will accompany her to watch some TV series, with many themes, palace fighting, rural love, and crossing, he can't understand it, he just needs to sit on the side and stare at it to add a little atmosphere.
Or sometimes her devotion makes her express her feelings from time to time, and he echoes it on the sidelines, so as not to let her words fall short.
When the TV is free, he watches some news broadcasts, he always likes to watch something new, and there are always some sudden changes in the new era that catch him off guard.
He paid for his son to help him buy an elderly electric car, the one with the back seat.
The son was puzzled, but the next day he used his own money to buy one for his old father.
The black body, there is a slightly larger basket in front, there are bicycle pedals on the left and right sides, the car can continue to drive like a bicycle when the battery is exhausted, there is a rear seat in the back, and there is a handrail between the front seat and the back seat.
05 Love is a long stream
The next day he drove her to the market merrily, and he drove the car smoothly in front, and she sat behind smiling like a flower.
And so the days passed happily for many years. After they got older, the two of them did not continue to plough, and after their physical strength and energy could not keep up, they often appeared in various corners of the village, where people gathered, sitting and laughing with everyone.
His face was wrinkled, his walk was slower, and the stick in his hand was already pulped.
He sat down for a long time, and his speech seemed much more slow, and all kinds of changes carried traces of time.
The same is true for her, the lines on her face are becoming more and more luxuriant, and pain buttons begin to appear in her body, and it hurts for a while when she moves, perhaps caused by the hard work of her youth.
But the two of them still often appear together, sitting together under the stone pier at the entrance of the village, and talking slowly together for the rest of each other's lives.
06 We just sat like this, waiting for the moonlight
I suddenly remembered the phrase "We sit like this, waiting for the moonlight", love is an inclined umbrella to block the rain on your head and the snow that falls on you. Love is sometimes ordinary, but it is still so romantic that people envy it. When you were young, you waited for me to come back and still sat together, waiting for the moonlight that would not come, and letting this vague love rush into this dark night.