the most beautiful time

Chapter 17 Hands are as noble as feet (2)

Before I could figure out what was going on, I had already knocked this thin boy to the ground with the most standard Taekwondo moves.Then, I pulled him up viciously, and pulled Tian Xiaomei's hand over to show him.I said, please take a good look at this pair of hands that are no longer soft, they are as noble as those feet soaked with precious herbs, and they cannot be despised and insulted casually!

This woman who was dumped by the men she loved, did not cry, finally burst into tears in these words.And I just let her cry.Because I know that apart from tears, there is nothing else that can wash away the six years of humiliation, pickiness, scolding and ridicule that this strong and fragile woman has endured in this bustling city. do.

There are probably very few people who have not experienced ridicule, sarcasm and beating in a long life.There are always some people who don't like you, or are jealous of you, or are selfish, narrow-minded, and mean, so if you do something wrong, achieve something, or give birth to something that is unattainable to outsiders. Their dreams and their harsh words will be ruthlessly held down towards you like a basin of dirty water.You, who were walking calmly, were thrown over by such filthy words, stumbled, and fell into the mud.

Maybe you were beaten so hard that you no longer had the strength to get up, so you stayed in the mud and lived in depression all your life; while those who hid in the dark proudly taunted you looked at the plaster on your face and laughed twice. With a loud voice, he walked away, and never came to besiege you, an enemy who has lost his fighting spirit.

Maybe you will get up with difficulty, and your first thought is to yell and yell at the other party back with the same dirty yelling.Your rage, turned into bullets, flew towards those who attacked you from all directions. You tried to resist the ridicule around you with your own strength, but in the end, you found that everything was getting darker and darker, far away from you. You want to salvage your reputation in the first place.And your anger attracted more people to besiege, there are green young people, there are also beautiful women, and wise old people, many people have known you before, or are full of admiration for you, they see you stuck in a puddle of mud , spitting flames like poisonous snakes, they all shook their heads and advised you a few words, or simply quit the crowd who followed you.

So after this farce, you find that everything is not the same as before. The people who ridiculed you were originally out of jealousy and wanted to see your jokes, but in the end you were really fooled and bit the malicious bait hanging down. , I climbed up, and when I remembered the path I was on, I looked down and saw that the boat carrying you had already drifted away without a sound.And your anxious appearance also disappointed many people who cared about you, and they gave up on you and never came back.

A few years later, you may become famous, and when you look back at that previous battle, you feel ridiculous.Because the people who hit you have long since disappeared. You and them are just passersby A and passerby B, walking separately, occasionally rubbing shoulders, bumping into each other; , Stealing their limelight, so I hate you, but after all, I still can't escape, so I can only leave with hatred, let you be complacent.

Maybe you are still an ordinary person, you have never become popular, and you have never realized the ideals promised in the past when you were passionate.In the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, you become a chirping bird under the eaves, and you feel safe and happy because you can enjoy the warm sunshine, delicious food, and family happiness every day.At this time, when you think of the old days of resentment, you will smile, forgive yourself for being young and immature, and think that if you are defeated by them, fall from then on, and smolder in resentment all your life, wouldn’t you lose this When the clouds are calm and the wind is breezy?
You don't know those passers-by who tried to stop you, they are gradually submerged by the torrent of time, they no longer have the strength to laugh at your incomparable achievements, they can only look up, and they can see your chest Glittering buttons.Or you both don’t remember such a battle at all, the smoke and dust from that year have long been turned into ashes, and you have become strangers who don’t know each other again.

But sometimes, you don't know that the cold water poured down washes away the dust of your journey, allowing you to wake up from complacency and indulgence, and run faster all the way towards the desired direction.Or, a huge wave they set off, not only did not overturn your boat, but it became a huge thrust, helping you bravely cross dangerous reefs or dangerous shoals, and go to the open sea. Unbelievable scenery.

So on the way of life, there is no need to worry about the stones, dust, white eyes, and grass clippings that often fly. That is just the normal state of walking. Get up, smile at passers-by, and laugh at yourself, saying, just want to Kiss the fresh mud and smell the fragrance of flowers.

Only with a heart so quiet and peaceful can you taste the sweetness and sweetness of life.

Many years ago, when I was a little girl, I often wore a fat school uniform, pulled the slippers that did not follow my feet, and walked alone on the road. At that time, I never thought that there would be a person like the old me now. , watching me go away with a full-bodied jealous gaze.

At that time, I was so fragile, shy, and lonely. I always hoped to find a girl or boy who could hold my hand and walk through lonely years.I remember that in order to find a companion to eat in the cafeteria, I threw away my self-esteem and begged a girl to go with me.But in the end, I was flatly rejected by her.

I always thought that the troubles at that time were endless, and my young arms were unable to hold them up, so my expression was sad and my vision was confused.Now looking through the glass of time, I realize that just youth is enough for me to cherish, and those tiny troubles are just like blood vessels, swimming on the youthful skin, and it is they that During the time that I passed by, it showed a charming luster of light blue and light pink.

Now, when I walk on the road and see those compelling youths, with unstoppable dazzling light, when I shoot them, I often feel sad and shy.It's just that this kind of sadness is completely different from when I was young.I am sad that I can no longer be like that cold-faced boy, plugging in his earphones, wasting good time like no one else.I will be busy for many people, for those illusory honors and positions, and never stop.I need to always count the time, travel, or meet people.I can no longer be like that leisurely teenager, sweeping the scenery on the side of the road with a careless gaze.

And my shyness comes from the old age that I can't save.I remember once on campus, I saw a student I knew well, hugging my little girlfriend, walking towards me intimately.When we were still a few meters away, the student looked at me with a smile, but his hand was always on his girlfriend's face, caressing tenderly.The moment my eyes collided, my face suddenly turned red, and I lowered my head in a panic, trying to find a suitable place to put it.However, I found that I had lost the courage to meet his eyes and say hello to him at the end because of his bravery, calmness and pride.At that moment, I felt that my brand-name clothes were so cheap and bleak compared with their plain school uniforms.

When I was eating in the school cafeteria, when I saw boys and girls in the nearby middle school, I would subconsciously keep a certain distance from them.They are always in the center of the cafeteria, putting the tables together willfully.They would make loud noises, toast boldly, secretly touch girls' feet under the table, and freely comment on major events in the world.A girl's face will be painted with bright oil paint, and her nails will be full of blooming flowers.Sometimes, they will be naked, just a big pullover and a pair of white sneakers.However, they are still extremely attractive in front of boys.It still made me, who was watching from a distance in the corner, feel ashamed.

I think I am really old. I am like many women who go to work. In the midst of anxiety, I use expensive cosmetics to force the little remaining years of my life to a corner where there is nowhere to go.In the end, youth looked back at us and knew that we were eager for quick success, and could no longer tolerate their enchanting blooming, and had no choice but to disappear.

In the rush, where did we lose our youth?Is it like melted ice cream, dripping on the sun-baked asphalt road, leaving only slight marks before it can be wiped off?Is it like popcorn, or cola, in a movie theater in the dark, we are consumed before we know it?Is it like a piece of worn-out clothing, just because it does not conform to the aesthetic trend, it is discarded by us?
I still can't find the answer.But I know that in the mad pursuit of matter, I left them at a corner where I can never find them again.

A long time later, on a warm winter day with snow and sunshine, I walked past a playground, and a group of boys and girls ran towards me. Crack it open.I stood there, watching sadly for a moment, and when I was about to turn around and leave, a snowball accidentally fell into my neck.There was a burst of bad cheers on the playground, I looked at their innocent smiling faces, couldn't help it, and laughed haha ​​while shaking off the snowflakes on my clothes, and yelled at them: Hey, bad boy, be careful in the exam! Let you fail!
A girl ran past me, took a camera, took a slap, and then laughed: Hey, teacher, just keep smiling like this, and you will be as young and happy as us!

At that moment, I suddenly understood that my aging youth, it turned out that it did not go too far, it followed me quietly all the way, just waiting for me to turn around like now, and wait for it to run up, Together with my face that is no longer young, I will never leave the ground, go one way, and go another way.

(End of this chapter)