pain. It really hurts.
On the morning of my thirtieth birthday, I stared at the curled hair beside the pillow. It was so white that I was not afraid. At that time, what was shown outside the window was the gray sky of Beijing, and what appeared on the phone was the WeChat message from the landlord notifying him of a rent increase. At that moment, I suddenly realized that I probably couldn't wait for the man who stepped on the colorful auspicious clouds, and I couldn't even wait for someone who could share the down payment with me.
So, when I was in the situation of a ghost market stall and spent 200 yuan to buy the old bracelet with mud attached to it, I never thought that it would really bring about any change.
It's the kind of bridge that can be seen everywhere on the street and is extremely common. There is a spring in the bracelet, three acres of thin farmland, and a dilapidated thatched cottage. However, when I touched the soil, it was soft and wet, with the smell of crushed grass juice. It's not data or VR, but this person who has been a "leftover girl" in the city for ten years feels like owning something for the first time.
Dirty soil is the most honest
I quit my professional job and moved back to the old rural house left by my grandma. Some people in the village gestured to each other and whispered, saying that she, an older unmarried woman who had returned from the city, might have a brain disorder. My mother was crying on the phone, telling me that you had been studying for twenty years, but in the end you went back to farming the fields?
I didn't explain.
Late at night, when I couldn't sleep, I quietly entered the bracelet. Light candles (there is no electricity in the thatched cottage), listen to the tinkling sound of spring water, and gaze at the green vegetables that are just emerging. I neither explained to the villagers, nor did I compete with myself. Here, if the tomatoes turn red, they are already red, and no one will use PUA as "not working hard enough".
Do you know that despair?
The quality of the vegetables I grew was so good that I came up with the idea of selling them. However, when searching for relevant tutorials on the Internet, I learned that this situation requires packaging, marketing, and personal IP creation. This situation scared me so much that I retreated into the bracelet and hid for three days.
But, people are so greedy
When you have stability, you want people.
There is a carpenter named Chen in the village. He is divorced and taciturn. His hands are covered with calluses. He fixed my leaky roof and I gave him a basket of tomatoes. He asked me how I grew it, and I told him "it was passed down from my ancestors." Then he really stopped asking.
What kind of person is this? He is a person who will not ask "Why are you different?" Such a person is more precious than the 10,000 people who claim "I understand you."
A patchy view of love
One night, he pointed towards the barren land in the backyard of his old house, and then said that he could plant two ridges of beans here. Over there, build a shelf for your favorite cucumbers.
I said, "How do you know I love cucumbers?"
He was stunned on the spot, with a blush on his face. It took him a long time to hold back a sentence, which was: "Every time you eat, you always touch the plate of cucumbers first."
At that moment, the grave of the "leftover woman" in my heart was dug.
Where did all the hustle and bustle come from?
Later, he knew the secret of the bracelet. He didn't tell it intentionally, but I forgot about it once and searched all over the village. Finally, he found that I suddenly slipped out of the "air" and fell at his feet, my body covered with dew.
He helped me up, wiped the mud on my face with his sleeve, and said, "Did it hurt from the fall?"
He didn't ask what that meant, or whether it was possible to go inside and take a look. He just pulled me up hard, and then went to the kitchen to prepare and cook a bowl of noodles for me, and put two poached eggs in the noodles.
What does "let's farm together" mean?
At this moment, we are actually farming together. He carried out planting activities in the outside area, and I carried out planting activities in the inside area. He removes pests from the vegetables, and I feed the fish in the spring. Occasionally, he calls me from the yard to have a meal, and I have to run out from the other side first.
The neighbors laughed at us, saying that the couple was tired of being at home all day long, and they didn't get tired of it.
What's bothering you?
In the first half of my life, I lived to show others, but in the second half of my life, all I wanted to do was escape the hustle and bustle, hide in these acres of fields, stay with him, watch the buds grow in spring, and pay attention to the flying branches and leaves in autumn.
There is no ready-made manor in this world.
Some people are willing to open up wasteland, sow seeds together with you, who are all sick, and wait for tomorrow when you don’t know whether there will be a good harvest. Even if tomorrow is the end of the world, you still need to pull out the weeds in today’s garden first.
Yes, that's right, it's that bracelet. I buried it under the jujube tree in the yard. The old man said that once it is buried, it will really start to take root here. Just like me, the "leftover girl" of the past, I have finally taken root firmly on this muddy ground.
Not to mention, chicken is still stewed on the stove, using water from the spring. The old man said it is sweeter than tap water.
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