On the evening of February 18, my good friend, a student of the Sichuan Rural Youth Journalism Workshop, clarified and shared with me the "Valentine's Day Date First Love" that he wrote on the night of Valentine's Day on February 14, hoping that I would give my opinion. I think it's a very flavorful first love story, and I share it with readers:
"Valentine's Day" date first loveAuthorClarity
On the fourth day of the first lunar month, I set off from my place of residence to participate in the "39th Anniversary of the Founding of the Sichuan Rural Youth Journalism Workshop and Pidu District Wind Collecting Activities", and the destination is that my first love has lived here for many years.
Tomorrow is "Valentine's Day". After checking into the hotel, I immediately contacted Yingzi WeChat, hoping to have a chance to meet, which is also an emotional surprise!
The last time we met was in August 1978. I served in the army until my fourth year and had my first family leave.
At the beginning of April of that year, I went down from the regimental political office to the company for training, and carried out military and agricultural production tasks on the division's farm. When I joined the army from the countryside, as a cadre seedling, I was able to put on four pockets, eat commercial grain, serve an "iron rice bowl", and realize my desire to jump out of the farm.
After completing the summer harvest of wheat, corn and other crops, the company commander arranged for the veterans who had overserved their service to take home leave. Before leaving, I didn't have time to write a letter to my family in a hurry.
Yingzi and I are small in the same village, and we can be regarded as childhood sweethearts. She lives at the top of the ditch, and my house is next to the school at the bottom of the ditch. From elementary school to junior high school, she had to pass behind my house every day to study at the commune central school, and we came and went together. In the two years of junior high school life, we sat at the front and back tables, she turned her head to read and copied the answers to my homework questions, I took off the back of my cloth shoes in winter and she crossed the river, and she was also a "teacher" to help her with homework during her suspension from school when she was accidentally bitten by a dog and her calf was inflamed.
We have secret feelings for each other, but neither of us has ever "confessed" in our secret love. It wasn't until I enlisted in the army, put on my brand new uniform, and left home the night before I left home, that several young men and women of the same age came to see me off. Under the dim oil lamp, Yingzi quietly stuffed me with a "love object".
A pen, a pair of embroidered insoles, and a short love letter. Of course, there is also a two-inch half-length photo: thick eyebrows, big eyes, thin lips, and two long braids falling behind the shoulders. She wears a straw hat and stands under the banana tree, smiling and looking forward to it. She is the "Little Yinglian" in my eyes (the heroine of the movie "The Story of Liubao"). *It was taken by the master of the photo studio in the area in the summer when he went to the countryside, and there is a golden rice field as the background.
With the yearning for the future, with the entrustment of my relatives, and with the expectations of my lover, I joined the army and went to the icy and snowy Inner Mongolia Plateau in northern Xinjiang. Helan Mountain, Tengger Desert, flying sand and rocks, cold winds, and the Gobi Desert environment is difficult. To defend the country, young people must undergo the tempering and tempering of military camp life.
The company distributed us with red collar badges and five-pointed stars, and the recruits sent the first letter to Yingzi, and then to their parents and sister-in-law.
Yingzi's original surname is Wang. At that time, I wrote and sent a letter to my family, and it took more than half a month to go back and forth. Yingzi has an extra heart, the "love letter" I wrote to her has to be received and forwarded by another girlfriend surnamed Wang's junior high school classmate ten miles away, or picked up or sent, and the letters exchanged once are exchanged for almost a month.
The company has a unified schedule and rest, and life is tense and orderly, and only on weekends can individuals arrange their own free time. Gradually, there are suspicions, estrangements, and contradictions between us, and we don't know how to explain, tolerate and cherish, and our feelings gradually fade, and we slowly reduce or even break off our interactions.
It takes three days and three nights to return to my hometown from the northern border to take a train and a transfer and then take a car. The first time to visit relatives on vacation, thoughts, joy, and expectations are intertwined, not only to visit parents, elders and relatives, but also to confide in the heartfelt words with the first love, whether it can be reconciled as before, it is hopeful, whether there can be a surprise meeting.
The train crossed the Qinling Mountains into Guangyuan, Mianyang and Deyang, and the countryside of the Chengdu Plain in the first year after the land contract was a bumper harvest.
Sign the ticket at the provincial station, arrive at the county seat at midnight, there is no river ferry and shuttle, step on the cobblestones, listen to the local dialect of the passers-by, feel cordial and sweet.
Early the next morning, at the bus station at the north gate of the county seat, I happened to meet my eldest brother who worked in another township and went home. The red sun, morning dew, blue sky and white clouds in the early morning, the river water is clear, and the fields are like an autumn landscape painting inlaid with jade. When the wanderer returns, the grass and trees in his hometown are refreshing.
The bus arrived at the district (town) station, and the passengers got off in a hurry. I sat in the back of the car, looked out of the window, and suddenly saw the familiar figure, the petite and delicate Yingzi was standing not far from the car, that was the lover I had been thinking about day and night for more than a thousand days, and it was in front of me at this time!
When I got out of the car, Yingzi saw me, her eyes were red, and she didn't speak, and one of my cousins, who had stayed by her side, quickly turned and left. No one in or outside the team knew that Yingzi and I had a love experience of "playing friends". I asked my little sister, and my sister told me: "Sister Xiaoying is married, her boyfriend is in the army, come to see him off today!" ”
The first love has been another wife, which suddenly makes people disheartened. I had to be calm, invited my eldest brother and cousin to have breakfast in the restaurant, and asked my younger sister to invite Yingzi to accompany her, but she was refused. My first love was slim, and the back of the big pigtails with two strokes was sealed in my memory.
Three or four years ago, one day in winter, my lover and friends met to play cards, and I took a lunch break at home alone. When I fell asleep, an unfamiliar ** number called, and after answering, the other party was silent for a while, and only after a while did he say: "I am the person you recognize in my hometown!" ”
Resolve the grievances in one word, and continue the friendship on the first line. First love, for everyone, is unforgettable, and no one can forget anyone. Even if you don't end up married, no matter how big the hatred is and how deep the resentment is, it can't match the wear and tear of the years, and the old suspicion will eventually be released.
In the car of the wind collection trip, at the field sightseeing and at the table, my friends mentioned that today was "Valentine's Day", which would bring back memories of Yingzi's smiling appearance when she was young.
During the Spring Festival, visit relatives and friends. Yingzi went back to her hometown to celebrate her brother-in-law's birthday these days, and after more than 40 years, I wanted to meet my first love but failed to fulfill my wish. The thought is here, recorded here, in order to reminisce.