the most beautiful time

Chapter 20
In our life, how many things need to be erased with the worldly eraser and then rewritten?
When you were studying, you skipped class every day, went to the video hall to watch inferior videos, or held a microphone in the karaoke hall and yelled at your friends. You thought that graduation was nowhere in sight, and the last exam had just ended, and the youthful Acne is also full of exuberant hormones that are inexhaustible, so you doze off during class, and become a sober lion when get out of class is over, causing trouble everywhere, and complaining about the teacher who doesn’t take you seriously, thinking that it’s done for him One assignment, really wronged.

When the exam really comes, you feel that you are facing a big disaster, so you hold on to the Buddha's feet temporarily, hoping to recover.You even get into the idea of ​​cheating lest you do so badly on the exam and go home and eat the soles of your dad's shoes.So you secretly made your "Sunflower Book" and put it in your sleeve thinking you were smart.But the next day, before you even opened the test paper, the Sunflower Book in your sleeve slipped out without anyone noticing, and it just so happened that it fell within the sight of the invigilator.So you can only admit that you are unlucky, and after scanning the test paper from the beginning to the end, you feel even more annoyed, because all the questions you wrote in the book appeared on the test paper, but you just didn’t remember any of them. live.

The final result is that you have to take the re-examination, remember the knowledge that others have already absorbed one by one, and fill in the re-examination paper honestly.

You also had a beautiful love. That girl was gentle and pleasant. When you first met her, you swore in your heart that you would love her for the rest of your life, pet her and be tolerant to her.It is true that when you were passionately in love, you cared for her like jade wholeheartedly, as if loving her was not enough.You don't even feel embarrassed washing her menstrual clothes while you're laughing at your dormitory buddies.You thought your enthusiasm would last without getting tired.But one day, you suddenly find that the girl you met at a party has a more beautiful face than your girlfriend, and she will not bother you with such and such problems from time to time.She's confident, classy, ​​and flirtatiously sexy, unlike your boyish little girlfriend.

So you start lying, keep dating new girls, and as time goes by, the relationship feels more real.You don't mind the girl's extravagance when she spends money, but you think she is informal, unlike your girlfriend who feels distressed when she takes a taxi, insists on walking to a certain place with you, and calls it romantic.You don't mind the girl's frivolous behavior, but you think it's her charm, but that little girlfriend lacks the charm and charm of a mature woman.

In the end, your girlfriend finally found out your secret, and she broke up with you resolutely.And when you turn your head to woo a new girl, you are rejected because you are too poor and have no future in sight for the time being, and you cannot make her feel safe.It was only then that you realized how cute your former girlfriend was. She never gave you any complaints, she always encouraged you, but you took all such care as nagging and didn't care about you. Easily captured by fresher women.However, apart from learning to correct such mistakes in your new love, you can no longer make up for them.

And yours is always nagging your parents. When you were young, you often hated their control and felt that every word they said was superfluous.When you were studying, you set your ambitions, to go to a place far, far away from home, to stay away from the stares of your parents.And you firmly believe that you are a brave bird, without their guards, you can still roam the world.So you deliberately fight against them, they let you go east, but you go west; they tell you to respect your boss, but you are frivolous, and repeatedly fire the squid of your boss; they warn you to be wary of your so-called buddies, Don't just fight with them casually, you will laugh at them for being cautious like street rats.

You stumbled and stumbled in the mundane world, and you were devastated by resignations and unemployment again and again. In the end, you found that only by being down-to-earth and getting along with people can you do well in your career.And that buddy who once said he wanted to be honest with you, after cheating you of a sum of money, he cut off all contact methods with you.As for those routes that you deliberately took wrongly, there is no other way for you than to go back the same way.

That's when you think about the goodness of your parents and try to somehow apologize to those who hurt them because of their ignorance.However, you can never find a way to start again, because they have already left this world forever with their never-ending love for you.

You finally realize that life is not a game of chess. If you make a mistake, you can cheat on the other party, go back and choose again.Many times, we often can't even find the eraser to erase the traces of the past, and the flood of time mercilessly drowns the way back then.Across the boundless flood, you have nothing to do but lament.

I had dinner with a boss once, and a subordinate was sitting opposite him. She was a young girl. In her pretended maturity, she could still see the traces of innocence that had just walked out of the campus.The table was full of people who the boss might use in his future business, so the company represented by the girl raised his glass to toast frequently.Of course, every time the boss wets his lips superficially, while the girl is full of sincerity, stands up and drinks it all in one gulp, then fills it up again, and respects the next person.

So some people applauded, some people praised, saying that the boss really has generals under his banner, such a demeanor and drinking capacity are really rare.Of course the boss was happy, he greeted the group more enthusiastically, and the number of girls getting up to toast became more frequent.That night, I can't remember how much beer the girl drank cup by cup, it felt like she was drinking plain water, or her body was a huge wine vat with no limit, and the beer poured into it was nothing but desert A glass of water that evaporates in an instant.

I have no doubts about the girl's sincerity, whether it is to the boss who decides her promotion and career destiny, or to us customers who are useful to the company.She does not have the hypocrisy and pretense of a secretary, nor does she have the coquettishness and arrogance of a lover. When she holds up the glass, the sincerity in her eyes makes you feel that she is the warrior who will go through fire and water for the boss. Every glass of wine she drinks , They all represent the company where she lives and works, and the boss who gives her the opportunity to perform.It doesn't matter if you just take a sip of the wine she toasted or not, but she will definitely drink it upside down in front of you, without leaving a drop.

But when this girl was overstretched for her boss, I felt a dull pain in my heart.I don't know if there is anyone in the crowd who applauded that day who loves her as much as I do.When they looked at her, perhaps they were more surprised by her drinking capacity than men, or admired her loyalty to the boss.But I saw the boss give her a glance of approval, that is, such a glance, which made the girl smile happily like a child rewarded with a piece of candy by the teacher.

I think that girl did add a lot to the boss's dinner party.If delicacy is a cluster of flowers at a fancy dinner, then she is the one closest to the diner's sense of smell and arouses the diner's desire.However, outsiders only saw the girl drinking happily and generously, but I wanted to peek at her exhausted and drunken face after leaving the banquet and returning to the rented hut.She might throw up on the toilet, trying to get all the alcohol out of her internal organs.Maybe she would fall asleep without taking off her high heels, only to wake up in the middle of the night with an unbearable headache and need to take painkillers to last until dawn.Maybe she will cry on the phone to a blue-faced confidant in a distant place, telling her about the pressure of living in Beijing.

I remembered hearing the conversation between two girls on the panic-stricken campus before graduation. A said that from now on, she will work hard to learn a complete song for work, otherwise she will accompany clients to KTV in the future, and she will be silent, unable to adjust the atmosphere, let alone let her boss appreciate it. B said that she was using the break-up meal to improve her drinking capacity. If she didn't accompany the unit leader to go out to eat, she would get drunk when she drank, and it would be fine if she made a fool of herself and lost face.

I listened on the sidelines, unable to tell whether I should be happy for their maturity or sad for their worldliness.Or, it is half joyful and half sad, just like every girl who has just stepped out of the campus, half of her heart is wandering in the rivers and lakes, but half of her heart is still reluctant to leave the campus.

One time when I was walking on the road, it rained heavily from the sky. The pedestrians rushed forward immediately, trying to pass through the heavy rain curtain and quickly reach the sheltered eaves. At the same slow speed as before, while admiring the crowd running silently by the side of the road, he played his self-compiled "Slow Walking Song in the Rain".

When many people passed by him, they would look at him in surprise, thinking that he was a mentally handicapped person who didn't know how to hide from the rain and was in the mood to take a walk in the courtyard.Some people thought that he was blind, couldn't see the way clearly, and couldn't run like them, so they yelled at him kindly: Do you need my help?He smiled, didn't speak, and continued to whistle.

I was curious, and when I walked to his side, I finally couldn't help it, and asked him: Why don't you run fast when it's raining so heavily, and walk so slowly?He glanced at me, stopped whistling, and said unhurriedly: There is also rain ahead, so what's the use of running, it's better to continue walking slowly.

I didn't understand it at the time, but the next day I read the news in the local newspaper, saying that a sudden heavy rain yesterday caused two car accidents and many people were injured.The person who had the accident, either because he was too anxious while running, bumped his head into a tree, or tripped over a stone and knocked on the hard concrete floor.There were even more unfortunate people who collided with the same speeding car at the corner and stopped breathing on the spot.

Many people said they were unlucky, or complained that the rain came at an untimely time, but I suddenly thought of the slow-moving boy and his advice to me, there is rain ahead, please go slowly.Adults like me are not as intelligent as this slow-moving young man, who can see through our fast-moving, utilitarian desire and anxiety in our hearts at a glance.

I remember a friend who came to Beijing from a small town with his wife, thinking of taking root in the bustling city, having a household registration that everyone envied, buying a house, and living the happy life he wanted.He worked so hard for this, he never had the concept of lunch breaks and weekends, and it was difficult even for us friends to invite him to a party.We gave him the title of Desperate Saburo, but he didn't mind, and said, if you don't work hard and walk fast, how can you seize the opportunity?You know, opportunity never waits for anyone, it flies so fast!
We all admire him, and feel that among this group of people, only he can stand out, make a good appearance in the capital, and lead a well-off life that is happier than all of us.A few years later, he really had a house, a household registration, a car, and banknotes, but he lost his wife.Because his wife couldn't stand his high-intensity work, she frequently answered the phone even during meals, not to mention being able to accompany her shopping, remember her birthday, greet her when she was sick, and stay in the hospital ward guard her.When his wife had an accidental miscarriage, he was supposed to accompany her, but because of a business that was about to be negotiated, he didn't even say a word. When he left his wife and went to the company, their marriage was also because he was so exhausted. And the line came to an end.

He was so devastated that he quit his job and went to the beach to recuperate.It was here that he learned to live a slow-paced life. He began to try to get up in the morning and exercise, eat three meals a day on time, and walk along the wet and open road on the beach at night, breathing the oxygen-rich air by the sea and the freshness brought by the sea breeze The smell of seaweed.He even raised two red goldfish, bought fish food, and fed them carefully.

It was on his way to buy fish food slowly that he met his current wife, a calm and gentle seaside woman.He said that if he hadn't taken a slow step that day, he would not have passed her by, nor would he have dropped the large bunch of flowers in her hand, and he would not have known her for this reason.If he is in a hurry, then the love who is walking slowly at the corner may meet another person who is walking leisurely.

He finally chose to accompany the woman in the flower shop by the sea, and opened a special seafood shop by himself. In this island city where there are not many tourists, but because of the quietness, the heart is quiet and the soul is elegant.

In many cases, the opportunity is not the long-distance running champion, you are always behind him, and you need to run faster to catch up with him.In fact, it is often like the boy in the rain, walking slowly at the intersection of life, not fighting, not running, waiting for the red light to pass and the green light to turn on, and those who run through the red light are often at this moment, Forever missed opportunity.

(End of this chapter)