【Double Xun】Know what is like

Chapter 16

It's a pity that such a beautiful and illusory dream lasted only a few days. The sycamore leaves fell naked, and the kerosene lamp smoked a clean wall, and his illusion was shattered.

Xun You once claimed to be rational, the engineering student who was the most logical and understood the principles of things, so he woke up from the sinking dream, almost an instinctive command.The context and details of the dissipated life are always penetrating. Philosophy, religion, and even the illusion of comfort, he can't deceive himself.

Xun You's dream ended with the last rainstorm in late summer.

After the rain, the thousands of fragrances are gone, and the old gardener is planting chrysanthemums in a corner of the flower garden.In Xun You's mind, chrysanthemums should not be green, and all flowers should not be green, because green is the color of leaves, and when flowers turn green, it makes people feel that black and white are reversed.But in that cluster of chrysanthemums, he saw Xun Yu's soul—a gloomy background, a vigorous attitude, Xun Yu's life, living worthy of himself and everyone in the world.

The idiot has had enough taste, and then the whole autumn, he began to slowly become dull until the beginning of winter.

In the evening of Lidong, he was not in a hurry to go home, and stayed to have dinner with the old gardener. The old gardener ate white noodles, and he ate roasted sweet potatoes.Shanghai has always been more decent and modern than other places. No matter how low-level people are, no one has ever eaten pig food like wild vegetables.The old gardener invited him to eat noodles, but Xun You didn't eat - he didn't allow himself to live too well.At least when it comes to food and clothing, Xun You does not allow himself to enjoy it.

He wanted Xun Yu to know that he was a widow all his life, and he was paying homage all his life.

The door slammed twice, both master and apprentice were startled, Xun You put down the sweet potatoes and looked at the old gardener.The old gardener also put down his chopsticks and looked at him, then sighed and said, "You wait, I'll open the door."

The wind was tight in the middle of the night, and it was the beginning of winter, so no one should bother him logically. In just ten seconds, Xun You's heart had already been filled with countless terrifying sounds.

Before he entered the farm, he had little fear of anything. He was not afraid of the ghost stories told by his mother when he was a child, and he was not afraid of the scary ghost tricks in the fraternity. He was different from everyone and was never afraid of ghosts.It was the farm that had taught him to be afraid.

Fear is not an instant trembling or trembling, but a persistent, viscous intimidation.They hid anywhere, stood up vigorously, and popped out at some point to scratch his paw covered in bruises.

In a room of ten square meters, the fire was still burning, and Xun You felt cold all over.

The old gardener pushed open the door covered with frost: "Son, hurry up, your wife is here."

Xun You was taken aback for a moment, in a dilemma.

He stood up, intending to say "No need", but she quietly stood up from behind the old gardener and said, "Gongda."

The moment he saw her face, he was almost suffocated.

There are many types of women, shallow white paper, or still water and deep flow, Zhang Wenxiu is the latter.To this day, Xun You can still recall their happiness. The opera house, library, and circular lecture hall, there is no one place that has not been complete and elegant.He was crazily infatuated with her when he was 20 years old, like a nightingale who was infatuated with Wilde, infatuated with her dignity and clear cry.So he never imagined that one day, she would come to cry his blood.

Zhang Wenxiu was still looking at him, she painted her eyebrows and evened out her rouge tonight.The rouge at home has bottomed out, and she can't afford a second box, so she keeps using it like walking on eggshells. After all, she regards tonight as a battle worthy of victory.

She tried her best to stuff the bitterness into her skin, and it was swollen and full - who could blame a woman who raised children alone?What's more, she has a more glorious past than everyone else.In just three years, her life fell from the clouds, and she fell into the quagmire with mortals.

Bitterness and resentment were no longer on display, she slightly lowered her eyebrows, and only wished for Xun You's forgiveness.The old gardener quickly entered the room and picked up the bowl: "I'll go, you two have a good talk."

Xun You beckoned her to sit on the small, oily wooden stool. She glanced at it rather evasively and quickly sat down.Xun You didn't speak, so she had no choice but to call again, and at the same time, she called him on the green grass in New Jersey: "Gongda."

"How did you come?"

She blinked, still blaming him: it's been so long, why didn't you go home?Xun You woke up late, he was not a mean person, so he couldn't say harsh words, but fate mercilessly treated him.

can i go homeDo I still have a home?is that my home

Are you qualified to mention the word "home" to me?

Zhang Wenxiu should be wronged, a gentle and beautiful single woman, in order to survive the violence, she gave up her innocence.But she is also very clear, and instead of taking these things out to say at this moment, she just holds Xun You's fingertips through a pair of rough-woven gloves: "It's all in the past, they said it, let it go."

"Go home, the kids miss you."

Xun You had never seen her face so humble.

Zhang Wenxiu's hard work can be imagined. How much wronged a woman with two children has suffered is embedded in her wrinkles like an exhibit.What a pretty girl she used to be, she lost all her radiance in the course of the day and night, so she was innocent.Xun You's love and pity for her seeped out from his heart again. If he still loved her like a nightingale in the past, this little pity would be enough for him to forgive.

Between husband and wife, it is necessary to be dizzy and blind to spend the rest of your life in peace.

She was still looking at him innocently and earnestly, but Xun You slowly closed her eyes—it's a pity that she didn't know that he had already tasted the taste of entrusting life and death.