11.
My husband and I separated in the late spring of 2007, when the willows were Yiyi, the bridge was flowing,
Sir was twenty-one, I was twenty, and we were separated at the most difficult ages for each other.
I chose to suspend school and leave for the sake of Mr. Tang's future according to Mr. Tang's parents.
The formalities were done very quickly. After I got my things, I went back to the rental house to pack my luggage. Mr. Tang sat on the bed with a calm and depressed breath. Said, "I'm leaving."
Mr. Tang did not speak.
I closed the door gently, dragged my luggage and left alone. I thought, my back must be very thin, and I was too tired to carry so much burden on my shoulders.
When I was going downstairs to take the car to leave, I heard hurried footsteps behind me, I turned my head, and the husband ran towards me, ran in front of me and immediately hugged me.
His cry was very depressed and stuffy. He must be very sad. He held me so tightly that I was almost out of breath, but I didn't want to let him go.
Mr.'s eyes were bright and full of sadness. He looked at me, kissed me, and said to me, "I like you," like the first drunk confession.
I sighed and said, "I like you too."
My husband looks good when he cries, but I can't bear him crying, but I can't do anything, and I'm also very sad.
The husband finally kissed me at the urging of the driver, and told me at the time of parting: "You must wait for me, Mr. Tang just wants to spend his life with Mr. Ran."
I got into the car, stuck my head out of the car window, faced the breeze, and promised Mr. Tang, "Mr. Ran will wait for Mr. Tang."
12.
In the late autumn of 2007, I was busy with farm work at home. Mr. Tang called from time to time. I chatted with him on the phone, and listened to him talk about interesting campus life. I got a scholarship, and my roommates found girlfriends. My auntie fell in love with the security uncle at dusk. Every day in his spare time, he took a walk in the playground, which made him cry. The food in canteen B has become unpalatable, and the canteen cook may have changed... Wait...
At the end, Mr. Tang said: "Qingqing, I said so much, but I actually want to tell you that life is still going on, Mr. Tang is working hard, Mr. Ran don't give up, I really love you."
I burst into tears.
At the beginning of the winter of 2007, my father was dying. He was lying on the kang every day, with traditional Chinese medicine simmering on the stove every day. There was a smell of medicine in the house. My father's body was about to become a bone. At night, my father was always groaning and his body hurt. There was nothing I could do. , watching my father grow old slowly.
My father couldn't take the medicine anymore. The phlegm he coughed was bloodshot, and he couldn't swallow anything.
My father stopped Chinese medicine and could only survive by taking nutritional injections every day. My father said that he was in too much pain and wanted to leave.
I hugged my father and cried, "Dad, don't leave me."
My father looked at me with tears in his eyes, and I knew he couldn't let me go.
The morning when my father left was sunny, my father asked me to push him into the courtyard to sunbathe, my father took my hand and said to me, "I know, you and that boy are not the same thing, but you are the only one who will leave when I leave. You're alone, if the boy misses you, if you want, you'll be fine, just don't let the neighbors know about it, so Dad can rest assured."
With tears in my eyes, I said to my father, "I'm sorry, Dad, I made you embarrassed."
The one my father hit me at the beginning was because he didn't teach me well, and the second was for my happiness.
He was reluctant to hit me, so he only hit me with a stick, and that stick represented his attitude, and he wanted me to live a good life.
My father closed his eyes after the sunset that day. One second he was clamoring for rock candy, I was busy looking for him, and the next second his father passed away.
I covered my mouth, the rock candy in my hand fell to the ground, and cried, "Dad... I'm sorry for you... "
In the late winter of 2007, I never answered Mr. Tang's phone again. He sent me a lot of text messages. He was busy with my father's funeral. For the first time, I felt exhausted. I suddenly thought, why not
I'm so tired, I can't stand it anymore.
At the beginning of 2008, I called Mr. Tang and gave him a fatal blow in his joy: "I plan to get married."
I heard Mr. Tang's voice trembling, "What do you mean? Ran Qing?"
"I'm tired." I said, "Mr. Tang, I really can't hold on anymore."
In the second year of being in love with my husband, we separated and completely cut off contact.
13.
Getting married is just a pretense, any girl in the neighborhood of eight villages would be willing to marry a gay man. I studied textbooks at home, and planned to take the postgraduate entrance examination. have something to do.
In May 2008, the Wenchuan Earthquake affected our area. After successfully avoiding it, I went to Wenchuan as a volunteer.
I have seen a lot of life passing by. Children's weak bodies were smashed to pieces, adults managed to escape but died because of lack of medicine. At the disaster relief site, I saw a pair of boys hugging their bodies and being dug out of the mound. At the last moment of their lives, none of them let go.
I am overwhelmed by their love.
We went to the worst place in the hardest-hit area. Before leaving, the team leader asked us to write a suicide note, and then called our relatives and told them to get ready.
I called Mr. Tang.
The phone is picked up.
"Mr. Tang..." I said to the other end of the phone.
"Qingqing...?" The gentleman was stunned.
I gave a "um" and said, "Sir, I came to Wenchuan as a volunteer, this may be my last call, so I called you, I just wanted to say, Mr. Tang, I love you too, If I never come back, then, you must find someone who loves you more than me to be with you, that will be worthy of my love, if I come back, you... come and marry me, I really I want to marry you."
"Qingqing, where are you in Wenchuan?" I heard the urgent voice of Mr.
I was about to answer when the signal was cut off, and then the ground began to shake under my feet...
14.
The tent collapsed, and the contents inside kept shaking. I hid in the open space with my head in my hands. For the first time, I felt that I was so close to death. It seemed that in an instant, I would turn into bone and sleep forever.
The aftershocks lasted for a long time. When I left the hard-hit area, the leader of the team said that someone outside had been looking for me, like crazy.
I was stunned and said, why would anyone find me
The big team leader said he didn't know him, but he was a good-looking boy.
I was stunned, I thought it couldn't be Mr. Tang, right
Sure enough, I saw a familiar figure still looking for me outside.
I stood there and watched my husband run towards me after seeing me.
He hugged me and cried non-stop, "scared me, scared me, I almost thought I would never see you again."
I wiped his tears and said, "Why do you cry so much?"
The gentleman snorted twice and said, "Isn't it because you worry me all day?"
I smiled and said, "Isn't it okay?"
The husband hugged me and asked me, "Do you still count the words on the phone?"
I was stunned, "What's the matter?"
"You said you wanted to marry me?" said the husband, "you can't keep your debts, can you?"
"Ah?" I'd long since forgotten about this. At that time, it was because of circumstances that I gave my last wish like this, but now I feel a little ashamed.
Mr. kissed me, said, answer quickly.
I bowed my head, the tips of my ears were slightly red, nodded and said, "It counts, I really want to marry you."
In May 2008, in the face of the disaster, we did not back down. My husband said I wanted to marry me, and I said I wanted to marry my husband.
We dedicated our best love to 2008.
A love that belongs to two boys alone.