C201 (1/2)
The room was empty when my mother died.
Remembering the tears of a loving mother;
I will never be able to return the favor,
Only nostalgia remained in his heart.
After Zi Peng and Lixia separated at Taoyuan Grain Station, he watched her walk far away until she could no longer be seen. He looked at his watch. It was ten minutes to two.
He thought: It's time to go to work. He still has to go to work at the factory. On the way to work, he thought back to the day they had met: three hours, but that was enough. He had said what he needed to say, done what he needed to do, and enjoyed what he needed to enjoy. Besides, she had no one to look after her house today. There were so many chickens, ducks, geese, dogs, and pigs waiting for her to come home and feed them? So he understood her; he felt sympathy for her; he felt more respect and love for her.
Especially today, when Zi Peng and Lixia were walking up the mountain, he felt that it was very interesting. He thought that the conversation that followed today had led to a secret that he knew little about. If she did not rush him to tell her secret today, she would probably never be able to tell him about it. He would probably never know about it, and she would probably be buried in his heart for the rest of her life. Thanks to her suggestion, he was allowed to continue on from his last date. This led to her having been fond of him before; she had been unrequited in her love for him before; she had been sincerely in love with him before. However, he didn't know anything about this at the time. He had taken her proximity to him as a mutual concern; as a normal friendship between people. He didn't think about the relationship between men and women at all.
Because at the time, she was a beautiful young woman in her 20s with cultural knowledge, and he was approaching the age of 40. Due to the difference in age, he did not think about it. But today, in the midst of their conversation, he had pushed the conversation to this point. Reluctantly, she told him the secret she had kept hidden in her heart for more than a decade. When he had finished listening, his heart had been moved. He was moved by his age, by some people who secretly felt affection for him, by some people who secretly missed him, by others who loved him from the bottom of their hearts. He felt both pleased and gratified by this, as well as proud and proud …
Today in the pine forest together, because of the above reasons, he showed her more affectionate, more deep love, more considerate. He was convinced that she could feel it. He was satisfied that he, Wang Zipeng, was able to meet such a woman who loved him so much in his life. With her, his life became more lively; with her, his work became more active and optimistic; with her, his spirit became more energetic; with her, his life became more colorful …
Zi Peng walked along the road, and as he thought about it, he unknowingly arrived at the Fire Resisting Plant of Tonggang. He strolled upstairs and into his office. Coming out of his own office, he went back to President of the Trade Union's office. President of the Trade Union was not there. He returned to his office.
Zi Peng picked up the thermos and poured a glass of water into the water glass. He looked at the thermos and saw that there was not much water left in it. So he took the kettle back to the water house and filled it with cold water, then came back and plugged it in. At this time, he took out the love letter that he had stuffed into's hands when they parted hands.
Zi Peng accidentally received a letter from Lixia today. He felt very happy. He hadn't expected her to write back to him so soon; he hadn't expected her to hand him the letter just before the date broke up. So he was surprised and surprised; he felt a kind of happiness in his heart...
After Zi Peng sat down, he took a sip of water and impatiently unfolded the love letter that Lixia had given him. A clear pen font caught his eye:
Big brother that I miss every second of my life:
little sister has not written back to him since he received your letter on 5 May. There were some unfavorable conditions for writing a letter, but the main reason was that the little sister was lazy, so he hoped that his brother would forgive him.
Dear brother, I can't wait to read your letter. The more I read, the more I felt that the contents of the letter were intimate; the more I read, the more I felt that one of my brother's sincerity had been dedicated to me, and I couldn't help but shed tears of excitement. Big brother, your letter was too good. You used your true feelings to recall the scene of us being together for half a year. Now that he thought about it, it felt like it was happening right in front of his eyes. In particular, each time my brother recalls something, he explains it with passionate poetry; he shows it with passionate poetry yesterday; he celebrates each of our reunions with the poetry of true love. Brother's letter, which uses a lot of poetry to recall the past, is intended for us to remember it forever. As a result, the little sister liked it a lot.