Another possibility

Another possibility

College had appeared in her dreams several times. When she actually walked into the campus, there was no dream of that excitement, the heart was filled with a faint bitterness. The older man who came with her said, "The fees are not ordinary, but the environment is ordinary." With a shock inside, she smiled and echoed, "Yes, yes, yes. After checking in, packing up the dormitory and having a simple meal, the uncle told her to be safe and to call him if she needed anything and left. Ya Jun looked at his back as he left, there was a sense of withdrawal in a lonely place, but also a sudden sense of relaxation.

When we first arrived at the dormitory, we all looked at each other and exchanged brief polite words. Both because they were afraid of being alone and because they wanted to make a good impression at the beginning of college, they packed up and went to bed at around ten o'clock without making a sound. Yajun lay flat on the bed, relaxed, like a puddle of water against the bed, slowly remembering the past.

The small countryside, the small people, never get tired. The day had just dawned, the air was still smelling of dew, slightly humid, and Yajun had never been able to get up without an adult calling. Grandma finished the kitchen and started to feed the chickens and ducks, so she ate breakfast by herself, packed her lunch and went to school with the other children. Later, her sister also had to go to school, and she needed to pack an extra bowl of rice, and also made an extra kind of noise on the way to school. Grandma always laughed and said, "Your voices arrived home before you did." In the bamboo forest, vegetable garden, and rice field, they all stayed. In the spring, they shuttled through the bamboo forest, carrying small bamboo baskets and digging bamboo shoots behind their grandmother; in the summer, a few little friends arranged to sneak into people's vegetable gardens to steal melons and rinse them twice at the spring, which was both sweet and thirst-quenching; in the fall, taking advantage of the long National Day holiday, they had to help their grandmother harvest the rice together, and at this time their mother would also return from the county to help in the countryside. When I was young, everyone could only help gather the rice. After growing quite tall, Ya Jun joined the ranks of cutting rice as well. At first, two-thirds of her legs were in the field when she stepped in, but as each year passed, she became more and more comfortable in the field and learned to pick off the bottom of the rice to blow. At this time, the fields were full of laughter, grandmother piled with wrinkles, squinting eyes laughing; mother did not have the usual serious introverted, also let out a laugh, full of love looking at Ya Jun; sister, as always, innocent and cute, sitting in the straw shouting also want to blow. Wind blowing wheat waves, blowing full of moisture, thinking about her slowly with the memories into dreamland.

"Ah, why do you have to get up early, why do you have to go to class in the morning?" The routine of getting up a wail, half a semester together, everyone has been used to it. Jane Lu wailed for a while before she slowly dressed and brushed her teeth, although she got up late but still managed to go out with everyone else in time. The six-room dormitory is automatically divided into two parts, the south and the north, only Jane Lu two circles are mixed open, often acting as a bridge between the north and the south, the dormitory sleeper talk topic starter, their university is a women's college, occasionally to see a few older male teachers, the campus is clear of girls, want to fall in love all need to sell out. At the time of the Double 11 Bachelorette Festival, the end of the 12 o'clock rush, Jane Lu's howl again: "The school male with a hand can count over, buy a bunch of cosmetics to who look, fast, there is no confession with me immediately agreed, men and women are not limited." "I can't stand you, I don't have such a heavy taste." The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services. "You can't even see me like this, tell me what kind you can see, come on, come on, let's all give an account of our love history, Yajun will start with you." The bright light of the cell phone screen in the dormitory gradually dimmed, some in memory, some in listening.

The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers. When I graduated from high school, in my sister-in-law's factory as a quality inspector, there was a ten-year-old brother who took care of me, I called him Uncle. He grew up tall and handsome a baby face, not at all old, together with the dance hall when the lady will take the initiative to sit on his lap, laughing a little hooligan, speech also do not know with what accent sounded particularly funny. I worked for two months on the shift, day shift and night shift alternately, every day he picked me up and drove me to and from work, see me move heavy things will be very natural to take over, see workers joke about me will also help me reprimand them, our daily accounts are also his calculations, vacation time will also take me to eat this and eat that. Originally I think he is because of my aunt's relationship to me, I also take him as an uncle, but once, a few of us standing chatting and joking, he inadvertently put his elbow on my shoulder, I did not resent but feel very affectionate, and that's when I feel a little different." Ya Jun replied while recalling, and the dormitory fell into a silence after that. "What about afterwards, you all did not express?" The question was asked by a brash northern girl. "I didn't have the courage, he I'm not sure." Ya Jun replied. The others spoke one after another about their him, and Yajun thought in his heart that he did not dare to tell them the words, he is the husband of a wife, the father of a child, and his child will still call me sister watermelon when he sees me. He had problems in his marriage, problems before me, perhaps the only rope that kept the marriage together was the child. But now, the child is getting older, the rope of attachment is getting thinner, and the marriage is on the verge of breaking up. Her thoughts are gradually jumbled up, recalling the many, many memories of the past. She always likes to sit at the intersection at dusk and tell how dutiful and loving her father used to be, and she secretly put away a picture of him. The more she looked at the photo, the more blurred it became, wondering if there was a possibility that her life could be one more if her father was still there.

"The first thing you need to do is to get a text message from your uncle, and you'll be shocked. Not only because of the content, but also because they had not contacted each other since she came to school. The heart is both excited but also a little embarrassed because of the content of the text message, has not yet thought about how to reply, another text message came in. "Less of a mother-in-law, haha", that's his style. They just have a hitch and chat, Yajun talk about the interesting things in school, about her housemates, he talked about the end of his married life, his son followed him, often accompanied him to eat a little brisket and drink some wine, of course, the son drank Coke. Yajun admitted that although she knew that people should be sympathetic to the failure of their marriages, she did not say anything, her heart was a bit untimely excited. In this way, they maintained uninterrupted contact for more than a year.

The end of their sophomore year was approaching, and the fact that they only had to study for three years at a college-type school meant that they now had to start making plans for graduation, and Yajun began to cast her resume online. She decided to stay in Fuzhou and start looking for some internships. Her first job was as a telephonist, calling various people for tea sales. Although she hated having sales calls herself, she started dialing up potential customers. There are those who hang up the phone directly; there are those who pretend not to understand human language, no, are speaking Mandarin with an accent and say they don't understand Mandarin; there are also those who chat with you for half a day, feel interested and then turn around and say hahaha I don't buy. Of course, there are also patient listening and then politely refused, but the real sales out of really few. After a month of persistence, she gave up. Changed to another is an internship, on the surface is an administrative assistant, in fact, is to do odd jobs, as long as they are small things to do. It was during this half-learning, half-internship that Yajun received a confession from the older man, which she knew was definitely underwhelming, and it proved to be so. When she heard him say he liked her and asked her how she felt, she was excited and happy, but also hesitant and scared. Both the joy of wanting to share and the apprehension of fear of denial. She asked her sister Yayin, who said, "If you like it, say yes, and you can't hang on to people, he's not young." She was half excited and half scared and agreed.

Time always flies, three years of college passed in a flash, get a diploma when Ya Jun had a kind of unreal feeling, this is the university? So close and so far, quietly passed. She graduated smoothly to stay in the internship position to turn, looking for a piece of shared room, with the uncle very usual contact. To see late at night, she is not memories, but thinking, thinking about their lives: in this post doing tedious things, I can learn to get what, in addition to the normal supply of necessities, I have no extra spending; handling chores more and more familiar, but my to the ability to improve it? She spent a year in this position, felt no gain, and wanted to change jobs. She asked her great uncle, whose advice was that she could come back and develop, although he himself admitted to having selfish motives. Yajun thought a lot about it, and considering her grandmother at home and the fact that there was really no proper job in Fuzhou yet, she decided to go back, and also intended to bring her uncle back home to talk to her family.

Resignation, packing and sending luggage, booking tickets everything in an orderly manner, the long-lost sense of nervousness and excitement again. I just got off the bus and saw Uncle standing in front of the station waiting, not looking down and playing with his phone, not impatient and waiting, "Maybe I made the right choice," Yagun thought. They did not hug, no tears, and no true confessions. A simple phrase: "Here it is, no motion sickness, right?" And then casually took the things in her hand, simple and reassuring. "Okay." Ya Jun seeing him was just inexplicably down-to-earth. "Then let's go to my house." Yajun said, the uncle raised his eyes and replied, "Ugly son-in-law will meet his mother-in-law after all, let's go."

After arriving at Yajun's house, the mother, as expected, did not half welcome his arrival, but because of the influence of her introverted character, she did not break out to let him out. The stepfather was not able to say anything either, and so the four people were at a standstill. After a quiet meal, the mother spoke up and coldly said to the uncle, "You go back first." After the uncle left, the mother came in and sat next to Yajun and asked, "Why did you choose him, unlike me not no choice, why choose a divorced with children, he is also ten years older than you, and you worked together before, and then he divorced, you have considered how others see you, how to see our family? ""I didn't do anything wrong, I don't care what people say, what's wrong with divorce, there are a lot of divorced people."" Yajun retorted. "What exactly do you figure him, what is the use of good looks. You see he still has a child, later when his child grows up disobedient, how are you going to control him, people will listen to you? You will have a lot of worries in the future." The mother is a little anxious, speaking in a loud voice. "You don't understand, how about later to know." Ya Jun did not dare to say love in front of her mother, this is their concept of this is an unrealistic can not understand the word. She also does not expect people to understand, but she wants to insist.

The next morning, Yajun packed up and bought some things and went back home to see her grandmother. Fearing that her grandmother would come out and wait for her, she did not tell her grandmother that she was back. When she reached the door, she yelled as loudly as she did when she was a child, "Grandma, I'm back." The grandmother walked out of the house sharply, her head full of white hair pinned with a hairpin, her clothes not freshly washed but still neat and tidy. While complaining: "How not to say in advance, I can go ahead and wait for you ah." "I'm too old to wait." Yajun replied, mentioning things not close to the side of the grandmother, not allowing her to pick up the handheld. The two of them ate in harmony, went out for a walk to dig up the melons in the field, and dusk arrived. I know you all think he is not good, but I just want to be with him, I also know that many people say I do not know what to do, I spent so much money on college tuition, did not find a good job to earn money but also found such a man, said my books for nothing But I just want to be with him, I just want to be with him." Grandma stroked Ya Jun's hair and said, "Just follow him and don't regret it. Your mother and your uncle (stepfather) have done so much for you, and after all, they have spent all their money on your tuition, so talk to them." Ya Jun's eyes got wet as she listened, because of her grandmother's understanding and because of her guilt for her mother's stepfather, thinking about the cold words of others that stung her and her family's words. Education should be linked to income and to the choice of a spouse. Yajun snuggled up to her grandmother and pouted to her, "Grandma and I will tell you about my father." Grandma remembered her son, her smiling face piled with wrinkles, and again told with great interest the story she repeated several times, and Ya Jun listened thinking about her other possibility.