My girlfriend who has been running for ten years is getting married tomorrow

Chapter 34 Don't Tell Ling Yiyao, But I Hope She Sees

Richard Parker, hehe.

This is a happy story. The little gardener defeated the witch who cast a spell, eliminated the cruel Jiangyang robbers, and found countless gold and silver treasures in the cave. support.But life is not a fantasy, even in the fairy tales read by children, there are cruel rules - the heavier the killing, the more noble the status, lions and tigers are kings, rabbits and deer are commoners, kind characters will always walk with the weak .

Let me tell you another solid story.

After being away from the city for a year, I gradually integrated into normal human society, visiting elderly elders with my parents, playing cards, drinking and eating out with classmates and friends.Lao Liu was going to sell the off-road vehicle, so I offered to take it over. He was not very willing, but he still gave it to me at a low price because of his affection.He said: "This car is unlucky, don't regret it in the future."

I said, "It's okay, I won't regret it if I ask for it."

After the ownership of the vehicle was transferred, I asked a friend to renovate it from the inside to the outside, and it regained its former glory.On the last day of November, I drove past a cinema in downtown Rugao and saw a movie poster, "Life of Pi", posted outside.I suddenly missed the days of struggling at the beach last year very much, so I stopped in and bought a ticket, planning to watch a movie alone.

It was not a holiday, nor a weekend, and it was three o'clock in the afternoon, and there were not many people in the screening waiting hall.There I met an old friend whom I hadn’t seen for a long time. She was sitting alone in a corner with a haggard face and no makeup. She seemed to be in a daze and seemed to be thinking about something, just like an ordinary resident in a sanatorium.

Time flies, ten years have passed, Ling Yiyao is still the cold beauty of the past, but like a tired flower, she has lost her former youthful vigor, just waiting for the wind after autumn to take away the last trace of her fragrance.

I figured she wasn't going to watch the movie alone, maybe she was waiting for someone else, so I sat far away, trying not to be noticed by her.But until the movie started, she was always alone, getting up, handing out tickets, and taking a seat.The children around were crying, the adults were laughing, and the young people were fighting and fighting, but she turned a blind eye to them and glanced at them without extraneous glances.

For two hours, she sat there motionless, and occasionally the movie screen became brighter, and her delicate profile was also illuminated.Her eyes were still as beautiful as when she was a young girl, shimmering in the dark, but her delicate face was full of depression and sadness.

When the movie ended, she still left alone.

After a period of time, the temperature in Rugao also dropped sharply, and the severe winter has arrived.I went to Anding Square for a stroll, planning to add a winter coat for the New Year, and I happened to find a beautiful bride next to the steps of the flower garden taking wedding photos.She is very beautiful, but her expression is a bit dull, and she is directed by the photographer like a marionette, posing various intimate poses with the groom.

This time, I called out her name: "Ling Yiyao."

When she saw me, she froze for a moment, then left the greasy groom, and walked over quickly, holding the hem of the wedding dress.Wearing this thin wedding dress, she was shivering from the cold and a little shy, and asked, "Xiao Meng, where's your brother?"

I said, "He didn't come back from Xinjiang."

"Are you still going?"

I nodded and said, "Go ahead, I have to collect the bill."

"wait for me a while".

She went to the side of the steps and picked up her long down jacket and put it on, brought her bag, handed me a bank card, and said, "This is the card your brother issued for me. You can bring it to him for me. He know the password."

"He doesn't need it anymore."

"What?" She was a little confused, probably thinking that I was resisting her, "This is his previous deposit, and the money he has called me one after another, fifty or sixty thousand, I have never touched it."

I still haven't reached out.

"Take it, and if he refuses to take it, you can give it to his parents."

I thought about it, and then I took it and put it in my pocket.

"It must be brought to him." She emphasized again.

I pressed my fist on my chest and said, "Definitely."

"Anything you want me to bring him?" I asked.

Ling Yiyao thought for a while, then said in a low voice, "Just tell him, I'm doing fine now."

Then I turned around and left. The cold wind swept across the entire square. I took a deep breath trying to suppress the pain in my heart, but I was choked up, and tears almost rolled down my face.My thoughts suddenly returned to the Gobi Desert in March, the wind and snow were raging, and the cold was threatening. Even though I was wearing a thick military coat, the cold wind still pierced in like needles.

Lu Qinyang's shout came intermittently from my walkie-talkie: "Light some fires, burn them up, and show me the direction. I can't find my way back."

We hauled a lot of wood in a pickup truck, as well as scrapped rubber tires, piled them up and burned them.The flames and smoke shot straight into the sky and burned all night, but there was still no news from Lu Qinyang.When talking to him for the last time, he seemed to be in a trance, muttering in despair: "Ling Yiyao, I'm lost..."

Old Liu yelled like a madman: "Find some more people, spread out and look for them!"

I was frightened, and my hands couldn't stop shaking.

The workers were sent out in groups of two or three, and all the walkie-talkies on the construction site squeaked all night, filled with noisy voices.But the workers came back one after another, and the first thing they said when they entered the door was "Have you found it?" Then they showed disappointment, and pessimism permeated everyone's heart.

I, who don't believe in gods and Buddhas, also began to pray at this time, hoping that things would turn around, and Lu Qinyang would suddenly open the door and stand in front of us in a snowstorm.At the very least, let the damn snowstorm stop, so that he can breathe a sigh of relief in the wild, and have enough energy to return to the camp, or wait for rescue.

However, what we are waiting for is the worst result.

The next afternoon, we found his already frozen body behind a mound ten kilometers away. He kept trekking, but it was a pity that he was getting farther and farther away from the camp.His body was covered with snow, and he was lying on his back on the slope, with his fingers clasped in front of his chest. The strange thing was that he was only wearing that black suit, but the military overcoat to keep out the cold was taken off and thrown aside.

And on the middle page of the construction diary in his overcoat, he carved the most scribbled and crooked words in his life on the paper with the nib of a gelled ballpoint pen: "Don't tell Ling Yiyao".

Lu Qinyang, Lu Qinyang, back then in the monstrous tide of the Yellow Sea, you pressed the bucket of the excavator against the side of my machine to prevent the embankment under my feet from collapsing; you insisted on not prosecuting those ruffians, and saved my impulse Sensible junior; you stopped me and walked into the vast snow field with the instrument on your shoulders; you kept running in the direction of Ling Yiyao, so determined and persistent, why did you still lose your way in the end?
In order to calm down the matter and not hinder the progress of the project, the owner chose a private method to compensate 80 yuan and pay the full amount of the project fee, on the condition that the casualty accident was concealed.They were worried about long nights and dreams, so they sent someone to forcibly drag the corpse away, but Lao Liu locked himself in the room to smoke, acquiescing to accept such a deal-he didn't take a second look from the beginning to the end.

I hated Lao Liu's mercenary, and kicked the door in to question, but Lao Liu asked back with a dejected face: "What do you think I can do? The dead are already dead, and the living must continue to live."

"Must let his parents see their son for the last time!" I thumped the table angrily.

Lao Liu also patted his chest and roared: "Do you think I'm feeling better? I've been outside for so many years, what scene haven't I seen? In 07, a bridge pile was filled with mortar and concrete, and a worker fell into it. Everyone knew that he would die. , Rescue was useless, and finally the concrete continued to be poured in, and the worker's body was still sealed inside. Finally, the family members went to make a fuss, and the compensation fell from 30 to 12; He was crushed to death by a steamroller. Not only could he not get compensation, but he had to spend his own money to make a natural death certificate. Now the owner is afraid of making things worse, so I raised the compensation by 09 yuan so that Xiao Lu's parents can have a pension Money. If the owner waits for his recovery and spends money to find someone to open up the relationship with the above, not only will he not pay a penny for compensation, but also put the responsibility for the accident on us. 80! Will I pay the money or you? "

80, a life was bought out like this.

"Have you watched his last expression carefully?" Lao Liu asked.

I nodded: "I see."

"What does it look like?"

I shook my head and said, "I can't tell."

"Hey," Old Liu sighed, "I heard the old man say that people who freeze to death don't suffer too much."

I tried my best to recall carefully, but I couldn't think of anything.And that expression is like a tiny star in the night sky, faintly visible, faintly visible, I try to catch it, but it becomes blurred, and I don’t think about it, it floats faintly in the edge of my mind——I actually Can't remember his last remains.

I don't know why, but my tears couldn't stop rolling down.

Two days later, Lao Liu and I drove back to Jiangsu. The two of us took turns driving and resting. A black urn was placed in the back row, covered with an old red cloth.In the traditional customs of my hometown, there are only three opportunities to wrap a red cloth in a person's life. The first time is birth, the second time is marriage, and the third time is death.

When Ling Yiyao was about to put on the red hijab, Lu Qinyang also put on his red cloth.

Every time we pass through a city along the way, we will sprinkle some ghost coins along the way, and put the mobile phone next to the urn, and there is an old, trembling but high-pitched and sad call from his fellow old man: "The night is cold and dew heavy, don't love other places, hurry up!" Going home!" - This is also a funeral custom in the hometown, "calling the soul", so that lost wanderers who have died in a foreign land can find their way home.

I will never forget the moment when the urn got out of the car, and his mother's wailing pierced my chest. I never want to experience such a heart-piercing scene in my life.Sometimes I really want to know, if Ling Yiyao heard the news, what kind of reaction would he have, whether he lost his composure and burst into tears, or pretended to be indifferent in order to maintain his own life.But I don't want to try it. I'm afraid that such cruelty will become a nightmare of my life. No matter how many years of time, I will not be able to wash it away, and I will be tossing and turning when I dream of that scene in the middle of the night when I grow old.

However, there is no impenetrable wall in the world, and one day she will hear bad news from old friends and old friends. The lover who had been together for ten years did not miss the appointment, but died desolately in the desert before she put on the wedding dress for others In the snow in the Gobi.I only hope that her heart will be calm and calm at that time, and she won't remember what I concealed from her back then.

At the end of the year, I had a gathering with relatives in the family and met a doctor in his 30s. I suddenly remembered Lu Qinyang's last remains, so I asked privately, "What does a person look like after freezing to death?"

The doctor said, "Did you read "The Little Match Girl" when you were in school?"

"Well, Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale."

The doctor shook his head and said: "The little girl was so cold that she lit a few matches. Before she died, she dreamed of the stove, the roast duck, and the hugs of her relatives. Everything was a warm and beautiful thing, and she died in the corner , there is still a smile on the corner of the mouth, isn't it?"

"seems like it."

"It's a pity that it's not a fairy tale. People who freeze to death in the real world are like that. Under despair, the dying person will have the illusion of warmth, take off their clothes unconsciously, and smile until they stop breathing. The reason why Andersen is great is not They made up a few crappy stories to coax children, but hid the cruel reality between the lines, unfortunately not everyone can read it."

I was stunned.

At that moment, the scene in the ice and snow jumped into the center of my mind again, and gradually became clearer. I finally remembered the last expression Lu Qinyang left to this world.He was wearing a handsome black suit, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at the southeast sky calmly and serenely, like a groom who is about to step onto the red carpet with his beloved girl in his arms.

However, his eyes had already dimmed.

The fifth day of the first lunar month of the Lunar Year Guisi is also Valentine's Day in 2013 in the Gregorian calendar, the day of Ling Yiyao's big wedding.

Since dawn, there has been a drizzle in the Rugao area, as has the surrounding cities.Zishi and Da Qiao met to go to Baipu Middle School. Wearing the football uniforms of the year, they ran around the playground three times in the cold drizzle, fulfilling their original bet.

At noon, I went to the hotel where the wedding was held alone, and stuffed the unnamed red envelope directly into the bag of the welcoming bridesmaid, and she put a corsage on me before she could take a closer look.There is a total of [-] yuan in the red envelope, which is a debt I had at the beginning.

I didn't take a seat, but stood at the entrance to watch the ceremony.Ling Yiyao wore a white wedding dress with a small tail, and walked slowly through the flower arch with the man, elegant and refined under the spotlight, bright and moving.When the master of ceremonies asked "Miss Ling Yiyao, would you like to marry Mr. Luo Tingyu and become his wife, no matter rich or poor, healthy or sick, you will love him unreservedly and be loyal to him forever", the audience There was no sound, everyone waited intently and breathlessly, only the rocker of the camera kept going up and down.

Ling Yiyao froze for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Yes."

"Okay. Here are two rings. They are symbols of marriage, representing life and love, and symbolizing eternal love. Now, please ask the groom to put the rings on the bride's hand."

Luo Tingyu held up Ling Yiyao's left hand and was about to put the wedding ring on her, but when the wedding ring was about to touch her fingertips, she suddenly curled up her ring finger and turned to look in my direction.But it was empty here, only a few singers from the wedding company were waiting to enter and perform, so she had to look back with a disappointed expression.When the wedding ring was put on her finger, she suddenly couldn't help crying, she didn't make a sound, only tears fell down.

"On the happiest special day in life, the bride couldn't restrain the excitement in her heart, and wept with joy, all guests, please raise your hands and applaud our beautiful heroine today!" The MC took no time to smooth things over.

Dozens of guests under the stage applauded and laughed, and a piercing whistle went straight to the ceiling.

This is not a warm wedding, but a carnival sacrifice.

Looking at Ling Yiyao who was at a loss on the stage, I suddenly felt pity. Among the hundreds of people who attended the wedding, I was the only one who understood the despair and helplessness in her heart.Her ideal person is a hero who is unrivaled in the world. He once promised that one day he would wear a golden armor and holy clothes and step on colorful auspicious clouds to marry her. Until the last moment, she waited with luck.

Unfortunately, that person will never come.

I did not continue to watch the ceremony, and quietly left the noisy hall. The corridors were filled with romantic wedding photos of the couple. The groom looked dignified, and the bride was beautiful and dignified.They looked at each other, and the moment of happiness was frozen into eternity, which would never be eroded by time. Anyone who saw it believed that this was a loving couple and envied their tenderness.

The rain outside has not stopped, it has been raining for a whole day.

The fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Valentine's Day.The deceased wears new clothes and marries as another woman.

This golden hoop should be worn first as a respect.

(End of this chapter)