This Daoist Is Going to College

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"My wife is what others call an ugly girl. She is not tall, has plain eyebrows, slightly protruding cheekbones, an unmodified dark yellow complexion, and dots of freckles on her face. Standing in a crowd, she may be overwhelmed in an instant despite her inconspicuous appearance. But she always speaks softly, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, and her eyes are soft when she looks at me, always with a just right smile. Her parents died when she was a child, and she lived with her grandma when she was a child. She also passed away during her freshman year. She completed four years of college on a work-study program. Because of her appearance, she was not treated well by her classmates and could not make friends, so she remained alone until college. I know that she is very sensitive inside. She always bends down and lowers her head when walking around when there are people around. I will correct her from time to time and tell her to be confident and walk with her head held high, but every time I talk to her a little louder, she will She buried her head lower. She is the kind of person who would apologize to the other person first if someone stepped on her foot. She should be what you young people say on the Internet, that kind of flattering personality. But she was alone. She always appears cheerful in front of me, always smiling at me as if she were looking at a baby. She always said that the luckiest thing in her life was meeting me, and now the most precious thing in her life is me. I remember one morning, she said. She cooked porridge for me, but she sat across from me and looked at me with her chin in a daze. I smiled and asked her what happened. She said: I was dreaming about you. I asked her with a smile: What was she dreaming about. ? Did you dream about something you shouldn't have dreamed about, to make you look like this? She lowered her head in embarrassment, like a child who had done something wrong, and muttered in a low voice: I just dreamed of being like this, face to face with you... When I brought her to meet my parents for the first time, she was extremely nervous. She never cared about being called ugly. For the first time, she cared about her appearance. She was afraid of me. Her parents, like many people she met when she was growing up, did not like her because of her appearance. She was usually very frugal and went to the supermarket and fruit stalls to buy a lot of things. I told her; Don't buy so many things, it's too much. She didn't look at me, she just kept mumbling: Yes, yes... Because her grandma told her before that if she wanted to have a good relationship with others, she should give them more things. Home, so that others will remember your kindness. So she gave others erasers when she was in elementary school, notebooks when she was in junior high school, and milk tea when she was in high school. I don't know how much courage it takes for her to be introverted. I was angry, but she did not gain friendship because of her courage. On the high-speed train home, she held my hand tightly, and her palms were sweating. She who usually doesn't talk much, was with me that day. He talked a lot and asked me all kinds of questions. [What does uncle like to eat? What does auntie like to eat? Will I embarrass you... What can I do to make them like me more...] As she spoke, tears welled up from her eyes. She said: I'm sorry... I'm sorry is what she said the most after she got together with me, because she always thinks that I am a very good person, better than her. Much better, being with her made me feel wronged, so she often apologized to me. I gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with my fingertips, rubbed her head and comforted her and said: Don't worry, my parents have already seen your photos. They like you very much. They have already prepared your favorite meals at home and waited for us to go home. They all thought you were very good. She cried and said she didn't believe it, saying that no one had ever said this to her since she was a child except me and her grandma. She was fine. It wasn't until she arrived at my house and saw her father who greeted her enthusiastically, and her mother who smiled and hugged her, that her tight little face slowly relaxed. My mother held her like this. She was pacing back and forth in the living room, lying in my mother's arms like this. She was originally nervous and finally smiled at this moment, but she smiled and cried again. My mother asked her in a panic, what's wrong? Is there something that Auntie didn't do that made you sad? She shook her head like a rattle with tears. Then she slowly lowered her head. After a long time, as if she was afraid of disturbing the dust in the air, she said to my mother cautiously: Auntie... Do I have a family... My mother burst into tears when she heard this. She hugged her and cried and said: My daughter, you will have a family in the future... After dinner, we The family of four took a photo together in the living room. In the photo, I have never seen her smile so happily. Afterwards, she posted this photo on WeChat Moments with the caption: I have a family! I have a mom and dad! ✌🏻 This. It was her second circle of friends. The first one was with me. She said these two things were something she deserved to show off to the world. That year, we got married. She saw it. The marriage certificate in her hand was pressed against her chest as if it was embedded in her body. She looked at me with a thin layer of mist in her eyes, telling me that she was so happy, as if she was dreaming. Like this. She was so afraid that she would wake up in the next second, and all these happy dreams would cease to exist. I moved my face closer, looked into her eyes and said: Then kiss me and see if she is doing it. Dream. I watched my reflection in her pupils gradually become blurred, and gradually turned into tears streaming down her cheeks. She came up suddenly, kissed me on the mouth, and then hugged me. Stay with me. She hugged me tightly, as if she was afraid that I would slip away in the next second. I buried my head in her clothes, thinking about the hardships she had suffered before, my nose became sour, and I shed two lines of tears unconsciously. Come down. That day, the setting sun spread softly on the ground, and the breeze brought the sweet scent of osmanthus to the fallen leaves on the ground. At that moment, it seemed that all the grievances and pains in the past were waved goodbye in that hug. After getting married, she not only had to go to work, but also had to do the housework. I often advised her to rest more, and I could share the housework together, but she refused. She said that she was very happy this way, taking care of her own home and watching the people she loved. I am happy, so every time my parents come to my house, they always nag me, saying that I am lazy and let my wife do everything, just like an uncle. My dad sometimes kicks me in anger when he sees my wife doing things. Whenever this happens, I My wife will put down what she is doing and stand in front of my dad, and say to my dad aggrievedly: Dad, don't kick me... Don't kick my husband to death... My dad will praise my wife in front of me for being so sensible, and look at you again, like a piece of mud. , Such a nice girl is really stupid with you. My mother was giggling next to her. " Speaking of this, the middle-aged man puffed on the cigarette in his hand, and the smoke slowly flowed out of his nose, blurring the tiredness and loneliness in his eyes. "It was such a good time... She was like the honeypot of our family. As long as I see her, the trivial daily life is wrapped in sweetness, and my tired heart will be caught and melted by her as soon as I step into the house..." The man turned to look at the young man walking beside him, as if he suddenly came back to his senses, and smiled at him sheepishly. "Master Chen, I'm sorry... As I get older, I can't stop thinking about the past." Chen Shi'an looked seriously at the lonely middle-aged man in front of him and shook his head unconsciously. "What happened to Ling Zheng?" As soon as he said the words, Chen Shi'an regretted it. He was so absorbed just now that he didn't realize that asking such a direct question seemed a bit impolite. The man in front of him didn't show any special expression when he heard Chen Shi'an's question. He loosened his fingertips and the cigarette butt in his hand fell to the ground, sparks flickering weakly. He raised his foot and ground the heel down hard. With a soft "sizzle", the ashes scattered, and together with the remaining warmth, he stepped into the cold soil. "Two years after we got married, my business had problems. It failed and went bankrupt, and I still owed a lot of debt. At that time, I had no choice but to sell the house, but some of the debts were still unpaid. My parents lived here. The elderly people in the village did not have much savings, so they were anxious to tell them this, so my wife and I kept it secret from them. My wife has a good job. Although she is very introverted, she has strong professional skills. The income was also very high. She did not complain about the failure of my business. Instead, she was more cheerful than before and kept encouraging me. During that time, her mantra became: It will pass, and as long as it passes, it will get better... With her encouragement, I got back on my feet and prepared to work to pay off the debt. However, because of my unpopular profession and my lack of work experience at such an old age, it was very difficult to find a job, so no company wanted me. I was very depressed during that time. She told me that it didn't matter even if I didn't have a job. Her salary was quite high. As long as I saved money, I could pay off the debt slowly. When she said this, I felt that it didn't matter. I felt really uncomfortable in my heart, feeling so useless. She had obviously suffered so much in the first half of her life... The next day, I bought an electric car and started delivering food during the day and working as a driver at night. I basically worked every day except sleeping. She was very distressed when she saw me working like this. At that time, her mantra became: Don't do it... It's too hard, what should I do if I'm exhausted... She would say this almost every day when I came home. It was indeed tiring during that period, but I felt very at ease inside..." As he spoke, Chen Shi'an saw the man's tears flowing down. After a long time, the man seemed to realize that he was crying, and he wiped his face randomly and continued. "Later, one morning, while I was delivering food outside, I suddenly received a call from the director of their company, saying that my wife had a fever and fainted. I was completely confused at that time, thinking how could I faint, even though she was fine yesterday. br> Then I thought about my wife's recent condition, and it seemed that something was wrong. I felt a little choked in my heart. I quickly put down what I was doing and went to the hospital. When I arrived, my wife was already undergoing examination. The result came out later, it was leukemia. At that moment, the blood all over my body seemed to freeze instantly, and there was a buzzing in my ears. The corridor of the hospital seemed to be stretched out in front of me... Later she woke up and looked at me holding on tightly. Her hand, she asked me what happened. I knew there was no point in hiding it now, so I told her the truth. She kept wiping her tears. I told her, it's okay... It's okay... What's wrong with me. Let's carry it together! You will be fine! I don't know if I am comforting her or myself. But she looked into my eyes very sadly and apologized for what she said... I'm sorry... Husband, I can't help you in the future. I made money... These words were like opening a valve, causing the despair and pain in my heart to completely burst. I held her hand tightly against my forehead and cried in the ward... Later I told my wife about this. My parents took the high-speed train and arrived at the hospital that day. My dad kicked me to the ground when he saw me coming up. I was such a beast. How do I usually take care of my wife? My mom stood beside my dad, howling and slapping her. Thighs. After that day, my parents didn't go there all day long, and the two old people stayed around the hospital bed. The hospital actually had no choice at that time, and said it could only be treated conservatively to prolong life. My mother didn't believe in evil, so she went online to seek various remedies, but she couldn't buy them. After I came back, I was afraid that she would eat too much, so I boiled the medicine and drank it myself. If I was fine, I would feed it to her. At that time, my father and my mother often suffered from vomiting and diarrhea from these medicines. Our whole family was looking forward to a miracle, but there was no miracle. Didn't show up. At the end of that year, she was already dying. I sat next to her, and she said vaguely beside me: Husband... I want to go home... When she said this, I actually understood something in my heart. Holding back tears, I nodded and agreed to her: Okay, let's go home! After returning home, her condition seemed to be much better and she had some strength to speak. She said to me: Husband, I want to eat loquats... I hurried to the supermarket downstairs and bought a bag. Loquat. But when I got home, I found her lying on the hospital bed, already very angry. I burst into tears. I hurriedly took out a loquat from the plastic bag, bit off the skin with my teeth, and put it gently into her mouth. Next, like coaxing a child who has just fallen asleep, he whispered softly in her ear: Get up... I bought loquats, try them... Sweet... She could no longer open her eyes, and with difficulty, she opened her lips slightly. I carefully opened her lips. I put the loquat to her mouth. It looked like her teeth were like little mice, and I took a small bite on the loquat. I put the loquat to her mouth again with a cry and coaxed her: Come, take a bite... But she couldn't open her mouth. ... That night, she left, she walked so fast that she didn't even finish a loquat... My parents and I later laid a grave for her in our hometown village. My parents cried in front of her grave and apologized to her, saying it was our family's fault. I missed you and failed to take good care of you. My parents burned her a lot of paper money, things she liked, and loquats that she didn't eat before she was alive. " Chen Xi'an looked at the man in front of him who was crying, feeling a little sad, and sighed silently. The man wiped the tears from his face with his sleeves and changed into a cheerful look. "I'm going to see her soon, and it's not okay to cry like this. This year I finally paid off all my debts. I want her to know that I am fine now, and she must be very happy. Master Chen, do you know, it was me yesterday On her birthday, I dreamed of her yesterday. In the dream, she and I were sitting face to face, clapping our hands and singing happy birthday to me." While talking, Chen Shi'an walked to a grave with the man. The man stood in front of the tombstone, and his fingertips touched the cold stone tablet and her name. The wind blew up the fallen leaves, just like her gentle sigh before. His heart was suddenly hollowed out, as if even breathing hurt like broken glass. "Honey, I'm here to see you. I'm fine now. Don't worry! I asked Mr. Chen from Jingchen Temple to perform rituals for you. You must be good there..." "Xiao Taoist Chen, please excuse me." The man looked at Chen Shi'an, who nodded to the man, then took off the package he carried and prepared it. The incense offered in front of the grave is lingering, and the candles are stained with tears. Chen Shi'an's scriptures are deep and solemn. The man knelt on the ground, looking at the rising smoke, as if watching her figure blurring away in the smoke... The ritual ended and the smoke dissipated. Chen Shi'an packed up the magical tools and leaned over to help him straighten the soil around the edge of the tomb. As soon as the fingertips touched the moist earth, suddenly, a green loquat seedling appeared among the grass on the side of the grave. A few new leaves stretched out timidly, showing a bit of stubborn vitality in the dusk. Chen Shian felt nervous, stepped forward, and gently brushed the loquat seedling with his hand. The next second, the surface of the seedling turned slightly emerald green. Under a green leaf, a fruit is ripening rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon it grows into a huge fruit. "Good Faith, come here."