Old things in the south

Chapter 55 A Cheongsam

At the dinner party, everyone asked me why I didn't bring Xiaomei here. Although I said nonchalantly, "Xiaomei has a fever, she is playing with her father at home!" But I was worried in my heart.

When I arrived, Xiaomei was crying and wanted to chase me, and she held on to my skirt. I was still angry, so I pushed her away and scolded her: "Don't chase me, I won't come back today to show you!" After I finished speaking, I slammed the door hard, and Xiaomei and her father were locked in the room by my anger.Even though I was far away, I could still hear Xiaomei’s crying and banging on the door, and I could see him holding Xiaomei in his arms and chasing me out of the glass window. Xiaomei’s teary face, his embarrassed face, It all came to mind at this time.I suddenly thought, Xiaomei really looked a little feverish when she got up in the morning, what happened at this time?Let her go!Anyway, Zuhua is at home, but I really shouldn't take my anger out on Xiaomei, her little ass is swollen from my hard blows, right?

I was troubled by uneasy emotions, and I couldn't talk and drink with my old classmates. Seeing the way some old classmates cared for their children, I felt that my attitude towards Xiaomei this morning was really inappropriate, but I haven't always been like this ah!I can only blame him, blame him for embarrassing me like this for a cheongsam!
The potluck was scheduled two weeks ago, how excited I am for this rare get-together!I heard that Sun Rui and Qi Suzhen are also planning to participate. This is also a rare thing. Now that Sun Rui and Qi Suzhen are noble wives, we can no longer judge them with the attitude of belittling their poor homework in school. .Among our group of old classmates, who can compare with the two of them now?No wonder Xiao Luo said with emotion: "People's fortunes are really unpredictable. Unexpectedly, the two worst students in our class turned out to be the most outstanding wives today!"

In fact, Ronaldinho's current situation is not bad, counting, among us, I am afraid that only my life is the most embarrassing one, right?Dinner, I don't even have a decent cheongsam!Not to mention handbags and high heels.When a woman goes out to socialize, these three outfits can't be too shabby, can they?The handbag is barely usable, the high-heeled shoes can be borrowed from Mrs. Liu next door, but the cheongsam should be made. In the future, the gatherings of classmates will be indispensable, and there should always be two clothes to wear. However, making new ones What about clothes and money?

Mentioning money is the most annoying thing. Everyone says that cloth is cheap this year, but how have I ever had the money to buy cheap cloth?There are a few old cheongsams in the box. Although they are not too "stretched", but the knee-length ancient style is really to blame for wearing it. In the end, I had to say to Zuhua:
"Cheongsam is a must, look at the money..."

"Okay, I'll think of a way!" This was his cold reply to me.

Day after day passed, and it was still a week before the dinner party, and his solution hadn't been brought yet. When I asked by chance, he said with a sullen face, "I can't steal someone else's!"

"Who told you to steal it? The husband made clothes for his wife, did they all steal it?" I was also annoyed.

"Actually, in Taiwan, everyone's clothes are so-so. I often have social gatherings, so why don't I just wear this Hong Kong shirt."

"Women can't compare with men. Besides, I dress decently, which is also your man's decent."

"I don't need such decency!"

After he finished speaking, he went to work on his own, leaving this choking sentence to make me angry.

The eagerness for a new cheongsam has dropped to freezing point, and the attitude towards Zuhua has also deepened. We have not talked since that day.

On the morning of the dinner party, I listlessly rummaged through the boxes and took out those wedding dresses to choose from. The material may be good, but the style is really disgusting. God, it looks dangling when I wear it. It also shows that I have lost weight in the past few years. How many!I was feeling sad in the mirror, when Zu Hua came in, he suddenly said to me kindly:

"150 yuan, I put it in your handbag for you."

"Well. What are you going to do with the money at this time?" I was annoyed.

"You're not going to be a cheongsam..."

"Joke! Dinner at twelve o'clock noon, it's 11:30 now, you tell me to buy materials to make cheongsams now? Even if I go to a consignment firm to buy ready-made ones, it's too late! It's just making people happy!"

"I don't know it's too late, but the accountant has frozen the funds these days, and no one is allowed to borrow money. I still negotiated with Lao Sun privately."

"Freeze? If I freeze for a day and don't cook, let's see if we can live? Why should I always be on credit and never let you go hungry? I beg you to do something, it's so difficult!" I asked. I was about to cry.

"Why bother to talk so far? Could it be that without you, I can't have a meal!"

How can I bear such a top rush?At this moment, Xiaomei came after me, and when she saw me wearing a floral dress, she held on, and in a fit of rage, I spanked Xiaomei's ass...

Although I regretted beating Xiaomei at this time, but it has become a fact and I have no choice but to let it go.After the dinner, the mothers with their children were busy going home. Although I was still worried about Xiaomei who was left at home, I thought about it, and I swore that I would not go home before leaving the house.Then, I can't go back so early, it's slapping myself in the mouth.

Sun Rui, who happened to be a noble lady, invited me to her house to have fun. I didn't expect that she didn't look down on me, who was shabby--in fact, no one noticed my clothes at the dinner party today, so I did this to make a cheongsam. Atmospheric, I really can't do it, I knew it was like this... Sigh!

Several classmates were pushed to the poker table when they arrived at Sun Rui's house. It seems that they often get together. One occasion cannot be avoided.I'm going all out too, if you want to play, just have fun, why worry about Laoshizi's home all the time, I'm really suffering!

Only after I sat down did I realize that this was not a trifling matter of winning or losing for three or five yuan. The difference between winning and losing surprised me.I am not proficient in the tricks, and I feel uneasy everywhere. After eight rounds of cards, I obediently took out the 150 yuan in my handbag, and they took the money naturally, as if it was only 15 yuan. How can I know the source of the 150 yuan and a small family tragedy!
Coming out of the Sun's residence, I was a little numb, and when I approached the door, I woke up and quickened my pace.Pushing open the door, there was no sound and no light, and I turned on the light, only to see Zuhua sitting on the edge of the bed holding Xiaomei with a red face.Zu Hua asked me kindly: "Have you eaten yet? I stew all the food on the kerosene stove, so it probably won't be cold."

I nodded and shook my head, I didn't know what I was expressing, I just felt a burst of soreness rushing to the tip of my nose, turned around, and put my face on Xiaomei's hot forehead, I cried!
love is like a fan
My husband is a doctor, and I am his female patient. Our combination does not need to be described in detail. When he rescued me from the cliff of life, I was willing to dedicate my whole life to him.When he was recuperating at his aunt's house, the doctor came to visit his female patient by chance. He was always worried about the excessive blood loss after the major operation.

My aunt's home was not Ward Six, and our conversation was not limited to penicillin.When he knew that I was a student of painting, he said very interestedly: "Then your colors are much more complicated than mine!" I didn't know why, so I asked him what he said?He smiled: "Isn't it? What a doctor touches every day is just a piece of white decoration and red blood of life." I said, "Do you think it's too monotonous? Thank you, doctor!" , But I can’t take it back, he held my hand and looked at my face, in silence, you will know how much affection there is, and we are finally married.

Our honeymoon was terrible.At the beginning, we had a great plan to take a trip around the island, so that Taroko in the east, Sun Moon Lake in the middle, Alishan in the south, and Eluanbi on the tip of the island would all leave our newlywed footprints, wandering in the green mountains and green waters Time to add some beautiful colors to our honeymoon picture page, I am so hopeful for my marriage!

In the hostel in Chiayi, just as I was about to go up the mountain, I suddenly received a long-distance call from a nurse, Ms. Zhao, from a friend: The condition of the patient in Ward No. [-] was getting worse, and the director wanted him to come back immediately.Although I blame Ms. Zhao for too many things, in the eyes of a doctor, the lives of patients No. [-] and No. [-] are equally important. What reason do I have to prevent him from going back?Honeymoon plans have been ruined, is this a portent of misfortune?

Several major surgeries have contributed to his status, and I am also glad that the man's career is thriving.Although he spends less time at home, always coming and going in a hurry, and not eating well, I am really afraid that he will be exhausted.Sometimes before a bowl of rice is finished, Ms. Zhao's call comes:
"Patient No. 12 is too nervous and noisy, I want to thank the doctor for coming." Sometimes I joke:

"Is NO.12 a male patient or a female patient? He needs you so much!"

Because I am most familiar with his attitude towards patients, under gentle coercion, all patients must be submissive, and there is no one better than Dr. Xie to deal with abnormal patients!
But who would have expected that a couple like us would also embark on the road to divorce.

I still remember that after my divorce, Yin, my best friend, once scolded me: "How could he fall in love with her? It's impossible. You are beautiful and educated, but she...how could it be? It's because you didn't pay attention to his life." , let him slip away from your side unknowingly."

What can I argue with Yin?I remember that when he was so busy with medical affairs and I was so lonely that I didn't even want to lift my paintbrush, I picked up the phone countless times to call the hospital. When I spoke to Dr. Xie, it was Miss Zhao who came: "Thank you. Ma'am? Dr. Xie is busy, he asked me to ask you what's the matter?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing, tell him to come back early in the evening! Thank you!"

After I hung up the phone, I just felt bored in every possible way, so I just put on my coat, went to watch a movie with my classmates, or went back to my aunt's house to kill the day.People everywhere are envious of me having such an outstanding husband, so why not?I just feel that something is missing in my life, and I can't tell.

Occasionally, I make a date with my husband, go to the hospital to see a movie with him, visit an art exhibition, have a light meal or something.But in the hospital, I am the most airy when I am a patient lying on a white bed. Now I walk in like a superfluous person, getting in the way everywhere. I don’t know where are Dr. Xie’s coat and hat?Where can I find a glass of water for Dr. Xie who is dying of thirst?The key to his drawer, the signature on the medical certificate... Ms. Zhao is most familiar with these. You know, Dr. Xie lives in this kind of environment for half of the 24 hours a day!This half of me is an outsider.Seeing Ms. Zhao rushing in and out, I was so jealous that I wanted to say to my husband: "She is just like your personal girl!" But my reason finally defeated my "women's opinion", I should thank Ms. Zhao, she is my husband's job good helper.

On the way home after a movie, he held my hand tightly under his arm: "Mr. Hui, I have a plan, and you will definitely agree to it."

"What plan? Make up for that honeymoon?"

"No, more important than the honeymoon trip, I want to open a clinic by myself."

Of course I was happy to hear that, when a woman marries someone, his career is equal to her career.But he went on to say:
"I asked Miss Zhao to help us, and she agreed."

It's Miss Zhao again!I listened for a while without saying a word, and my heart was spinning.Is his sentence flawed, or is it accidental?Did he discuss it with Miss Zhao first?But I tried my best to suppress my "womanishness", and if his career was mine, I shouldn't be happy to say:

"Yes, Miss Zhao is a very good assistant."

"Yes, she is very careful."

And just like that, we both agreed with her.

I tried to get myself involved in the preparation of the new clinic, fitting the curtains, watching the workers clean, but why didn't I find a permanent job?I told him:

"I've registered at the outpatient department!"

"My female artist, don't beat me to death. I can afford 200 yuan for a small employee." He patted my shoulder and laughed.

Once the clinic opened, I was once again shut out.I went to the clinic by chance and was welcomed like a visiting guest.Ms. Zhao kindly invited me to drink tea, and invited me to sit down. Her husband made her behave like this... Sigh!I'm uncomfortable, but I can't tell anyone how I feel.I advised myself not to be so unrefined based on my intuition. This would be looked down upon by my husband and made a laughing stock among my friends.I suppressed my nameless jealousy, and used a paintbrush to scribble on the canvas, trying to erase the anxiety in my heart, but I couldn't. I threw the paintbrush on the ground, crawled on the bed and cried.I am a woman, she is a woman, but he lives between the two of us!The generation of love is hard to say, it may be love at first sight, or it may be through many days of companionship.Out of gratitude, maybe out of giving, what reason do I have to say that they will not do anything?But am I willing to hope that doubts will become facts?I was conflicted and restless. In order to relieve my depressed mood, I picked up my painting box and took a short sketching trip.Throwing myself into the arms of nature, with a big heart, I return with a surprisingly good appetite.

But he, who was always lively, became silent. Nothing I saw, heard or heard during my travels aroused his interest.My uneasiness flares up again: Is he tired from work?Career is not going well?Finally one day I actively asked questions before going to bed:

"Do you have something on your mind?"

"Yeah." He was leaning on the recliner and blowing smoke rings towards the ceiling. When I asked, he stood up suddenly, walked back and forth in the room with his head down, and then walked to the bed:

"I don't know how to ask your forgiveness. I—I made a mistake in my handling of feelings."

What is going to come will always come, I have figured out what his so-called "mistake" refers to, I dare not face him squarely, turned my head away, and faced the small dark green desk lamp in front of the bed: "Can't it be saved?" ?” How fragile my voice is!
For a long time, for a long time, I couldn't believe it, the deep voice came from his mouth: "She is pregnant!"

There is nothing that a woman can grasp more than reality is that she has a life in her body, which gives her enough reason to occupy a stable position in a man's life, and I must move and make room for it , Let the two of us squeeze together in his heart.

If I can't have the whole love, why don't I give it all up?Love is like a fan. It doesn’t matter if it’s old, but it’s not good if it’s torn. If a brand new paper fan is torn with a slit, it can still fan out cool breeze after patching, but the patch is not comfortable to look at. I would rather throw it away than use it.People in the world often say that a broken mirror is reunited, but it always fails to close when it reflects people.

Therefore, I did not follow the advice given to me by my relatives and friends in handling this love affair. My aunt said: "Get rid of her!" After going through the divorce procedures, he quietly came to this mountain village in the south alone.My aunt sent me to the station, she wiped her tears and scolded me: "You are so stupid!"

No matter how stubborn I was, I was a woman after all, and it was always a severe blow, exhausted, and I fell down again.After recuperating for a year, I finally returned to normal.But when will the scars on my heart be healed!
(End of this chapter)