In this world, no one can predict their own life. Those who are content to do so may soon face disaster. People full of hope may also soon be caught in ice and snow. No one has a sign in their hand all the time. When I was young, I was far from understanding this. It is precisely because they have not experienced life that they are infinitely looking forward. Knowing that there is a cliff ahead, who can still run all the way?
When Lao Huang first saw Xiao Ou, it was their school that came to the hospital for a physical examination. Spring in the north, rare overcast weather. There were many young female teachers in the school, and the twitter was crowded in the corridor, as if the heavens and the earth were illuminated for a while.
Lao Huang went to work early and laboriously walked through the crowd while greeting the old Dong of the laboratory department. Suddenly, xiao Ou Yingying, dressed in white, walked over with his right arm raised, and he heard something in his heart move violently.
Xiao Ou is not particularly tall, but he is slender. The skin is the best satin, without any blemishes, and there is a powdery light. That nose and eyebrows were drawn by the most exquisite painter, and the key was that she still had such a moving voice: "Chief Dong, you see that my arms are blue!" See how I write in chalk when I hurt? ”
Old Dong went over to help her press the cotton wool and said, "You, you didn't hold it, you still walk around like this." Hey, old Huang, I'll introduce you to my son's Chinese teacher. ”
Xiao Ou lowered his raised arm and shook hands with Lao Huang generously: "My name is Wang Sheng'ou." Everyone calls me Xiao Ou. ”
He was stunned for half a second, and held Xiao Ou's soft and boneless delicate hand: "I am Huang Kaifu." Work at the pharmacy. If something happens, you squeak. ”
Xiao Ou's eyes lit up: "My father developed Chinese herbs at home by himself, and there were just two herbs that could not be found." I went back and asked my dad what it was, and then you helped me see? ”
Lao Huang nodded, "No problem. I studied Western medicine, but my family has traditional Chinese medicine, and I understand a little. ”
While watching the little nurse put the test tube, Lao Dong turned back and said: "Where does Lao Huang know a little, he graduated from the Military Medical University, here, he is afraid of oversized." ”
Lao Huang waved his hand: "Where, don't make Teacher Wang laugh." Well, you're busy, I've got to go. Our pharmacy is on the second floor and you are welcome to come. ”
The next day, Lao Dong deliberately came to the pharmacy, with a bad smile: "Lao Huang, how was yesterday, the impression is good, right?" I have a phone here, you first call Wang Shengou no? ”
Lao Huang slammed his fist on Lao Dong's chest: "If you are like this, it is too abrupt!" ”
Old Dong deliberately rubbed his chest: "You have no conscience, Teacher Xiao Ou must look like a person, and he must be able to learn and learn, and he is worthy of you." I know her situation, last year's teacher's college Chinese department graduated, twenty-two years old. One brother and one sister in the family are married. His parents were intellectuals and tutored well. You don't know, that little Ou teacher is popular in school, and there are boys to write love letters to Nirvana! Isn't my stinky boy a poor language speaker? When you go to a middle school, you will definitely learn the language well, because the language teacher is good-looking. ”
Lao Huang smiled, "Teacher has a panacea?"
Old Dong also laughed: "Don't you say, stinky boy midterm exam, the second grade of chinese grade!" God, right? Yesterday I went back to your sister-in-law at our house and told her, and she felt that you were a good match. You're all thirty years old right away, picking and choosing, going to beat a bare stick? Besides, I can see all the look in your eyes yesterday, and you can't scare me. Oh, you take the phone number, I don't want to be humane! ”
Old Dong threw a small note on his desk, opened the door and walked away, leaving him alone, slowly recalling the feeling of fierce movement in his heart yesterday.
The phone is the phone of XiaoOu's office, the kind of switchboard, of course, he did not call, he pays attention to everything decently.
Soon, he saw Xiao Ou again at a friend's wedding banquet. Xiao Ou, who wears a plain white cheongsam, does not wear any jewelry and is still so conspicuous in the crowd, as if other people only exist to foil her as a background.
They naturally chatted for a while, and Xiao Ou wrote him the names of the two medicines. He learned Yan body calligraphy with his father since he was a child, and also practiced Wei Bei, but he still surprised Xiao Ou's characters. The carbon pen is written on the horizontal lattice paper of the notebook, but it is not the girl's delicate and delicate, the words are very large, and every stroke and painting is full of strength, and it is handsome and handsome, which makes him look at it for a long time.
They're kind of flash marriages. In less than three months, Xiao Ou and Lao Huang went to the street to pick up household supplies. They are military hospitals, houses are readily available, but they will always be public housing. Directly set up a banquet, the parents of both sides also met for the first time. The old Huang family is in the countryside of Suzhou, and his parents can't understand Xiao Ou's speech, but the mother-in-law holds her hand and smiles, she looks too flattering.
Lao Huang was seven years older than Xiao Ou, and he was a child when she was. However, "children" also have to bear the burden of living a life, and all kinds of housework such as chai rice, oil and salt are indispensable. She quickly became pregnant, the pregnancy reaction was too big, what to eat and what to vomit, until the birth, Lao Huang was so distressed that she could not do it, and found many prescriptions, but it did not work. But Xiao Ou has always insisted on going to class and taking the graduating class. After the student's college entrance examination, she also entered the hospital.
Their son came into the world crying loudly, and they named him Liangliang. Little Ou, who was a mother, was a little fatter and seemed to look better. She looks squeamish and weak, but in fact she is not squeamish at all. With the children, she got up at night to breastfeed, cooked, bought autumn vegetables, and did not fall behind, as if she had another powerful little Ou living in her body.
Originally, they planned to wait for Lao Huang to change his career and go to Suzhou, but he continued to be promoted, and the plan had to be delayed. Xiao Ou has been to Lao Huang's hometown once, and she loves the large and large golden and dazzling rape flowers too much. There are many old yellow brothers and sisters, and the old father can't take care of practicing medicine. There is money in the countryside, and Xiao Ou lifts his feet to the post office to send money. Lao Huang makes medicine, has a high income, and does not lack anything. Lao Huang felt that his previous long and silent wait was worth it, how perfect Xiao Ou was, and it was a miracle given to him by God.
Xiao Ou is very good at bringing children, her colleagues and classmates have asked her for experience in educating children, how to bathe, supplement calcium, when to add complementary foods, how to guide children to make friends, what to choose for children, how to develop good habits, which kindergarten to go to is beneficial to children's growth... What a competent mother she was.
Liang Liang began to go in and out of the hospital frequently when he was seven years old, starting at Lao Huang Hospital, and later in Beijing, Shanghai, Hong Kong... Everywhere you can go, you go. He has blood group incompatibility hemolytic disease, which has no cure.
Lao Huang did not know that the humorous God was still joking with him, he did not match Xiao Ou's blood type, Xiao Ou was O blood type, he was AB type. In general, their children develop symptoms when they are newborns and live no more than a few months. And the lively and cute bright light is almost the whole of his and Xiao Ou's life. This joke is too big, too heavy, Xiao Ou was flooded with tears for a long time, and when he picked up the light, he immediately brightened a smiling face!
Liang Liang did not live to be eighteen in the end. When the light went away, Lao Huang and Xiao Ou's sky was suddenly so dark that they couldn't see their five fingers. The shiny ashes and petals were scattered into the sea, and Xiao Ou bought five hundred white lilies.
After dealing with the aftermath, lying in Lao Huang's arms, Xiao Ou curled up and suddenly changed back into a child, no, as if suddenly changed back into a baby. She became weak and small, as light as a piece of paper. Lao Huang was afraid of the wind, even the slightest wind, as if he could blow his little Ou away, like Márquez's Reme Tess, flying to the sky, flying to the unknown place.
The bright clothes and toys were all intact in his small room, and Lao Huang had never entered that room again, which had become Xiao Ou's refuge. For two whole years, Xiao Ou slept there at night, crying alone, and then went to work as usual. Xiao Ou became two Xiao Ou. Lao Huang thought of the Zhou Guoping who wrote "A Father's Notes: Lady Girl", he and Yu'er's child Lady Girl are gone, and their marriage has disintegrated. The pain of losing a son can split the feelings of two people, which they never expected. Some pain, which cannot be shared by two people at all, can only be drunk by one person, and then wake up or sink.
Xiao Ou's parents divorced as early as liang liang's illness, and they each started a family. That was also a kind of separation for her. The illusion of their love for each other was finally shattered after their children became a family, and Xiao Ou lost too much at once.
Finally, one day, Xiao Ou cleaned up the room, toys, clothes, beds, cabinets, all found a new place, she woke up clearly. They can never have children again, when Xiao Ou shouted brightly in the night, Lao Huang grabbed her, looked at Xiao Ou, who was even emaciated in his eyes, and said: "Xiao Ou, you are my only child!" ”
Xiao Ou was forty-two years old, and her beauty was still there, as if she had never been deprived of anything. Her new students loved her as much as they had been before. Life has returned to its former form, and sometimes the suspicious presence is just a dream they have ever had. And they return to the stage of love, and if they have time after work, they go to the cinema to watch movies. Sometimes, the whole huge screening hall is just the two of them, gun battles, romance, martial arts, historical records... It was as if it was only for the two of them.
However, as long as there is a tearful scene in the movie, Xiao Ou will cry into tears. Covered by the darkness of the auditorium, she cried undisturbed, crying wholeheartedly.
Old Huang's hand, Xiao Ou's hand, soft and cold. He thought that man could not be too perfect. Although Liang Liang brings long-term pain, it has also given us the joy and satisfaction of being parents in the end. Xiao Ou, although you don't look old at all, even if you are old, you are my only child. The water is deep, I can't leave you to the other side to enjoy alone...
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Titled, Zhu Zhibo photographed a street scene of Xiamen
Figure 2, European Home Network Map