5 minutes and 20 years of love

The woman turned and walked back, wiping her eyes with her sleeves. The man didn't cry, he peeled an egg, opened the egg white, the round yolk was like a sun, and a tear finally fell on his hand.

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Wherever the winter wind blows, it is piercingly cold. At noon, when the train I took on a business trip slowly arrived at this small station called "Zixia", although the inside of the carriage was still dull, no one opened the windows to change the air, and my eyes passed through the thick train. The window looked out wearily. It looks like a very remote town.

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The train stops here for 5 minutes.

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"Wow!" Just as the car stopped, the middle-aged man across from me suddenly opened the car window neatly. Maybe it was because he couldn't stand the turbidity in the carriage, he actually stuck his head out of the window, and the wind blew in the fine dust recklessly, and I couldn't help but erect my collar.

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"Little - Fei! Little - Fei!" he suddenly shouted, and I was taken aback by him. The surrounding passengers also looked at him in amazement. Soon, a woman came running out of breath and stopped outside the car window. She looks about 40 years old, her skin is rough, but healthy black and red, and she is slightly fat, but she can clearly infer how beautiful she was when she was young.

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The two did not speak for a while.

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The man seemed a little afraid to look at her. He subconsciously turned his face to the carriage, paused for a while, and then turned around again: "Is there no class today?"

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"There are four classes. I took a leave of absence to make up for the children on Sunday," the woman said.

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"Can the salary be paid?"

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"I'm often in arrears, but more than 400 yuan is enough. The grain and vegetables are grown by myself, so it doesn't cost much on weekdays." The woman said again, "What about you? How much can you drive?"

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"Not much, about the same as you," the man said. From the information revealed by his clothes, his salary is obviously not comparable to women, but he is so vague, it seems that he is richer than her is an embarrassing shame to him.

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"Look, how fast, 20 years." The woman said again.

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"Yeah, it's been 20 years."

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Silence again.

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"The student we taught together, Wang Youqiang, has graduated from Tsinghua University and is now the deputy general manager of a large company in Beijing." The woman said, "He sends me greeting cards every year."

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The man nodded.

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"The old accountant who secretly stamped you a stamp when you returned to the city died last year from liver cancer. You said it was a coincidence that his wife also died of this disease."

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The man lowered his eyes and remained silent. He peeled the oranges in his hands one by one, but did not eat a single one.

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"Did you come here by bike?" the man finally asked.

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"Yes, I also bought a platform ticket," said the woman with a smile, "I want to cook some eggs for you, but the fire isn't booming. It's hard to cook, so I hurry up and I'm still almost late. "

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A bag of steaming boiled eggs was handed over. There was still dripping water under the bag, but the man didn't hesitate to put it on his well-made trousers.

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The departure bell rang.

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"On the way back, slow down." The man said.

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"Slow down too," the woman said.

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"I'm fine, the train is the safest." The man smiled, this was his first time laughing. He handed out a large bag of peeled oranges from the window, and the woman picked it up on tiptoe, her eyes reddened.

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The train started. Slowly, slowly.

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The woman turned around and walked back, wiping her eyes with her sleeves. The man didn't cry, he peeled an egg, opened the egg white, the round yolk was like a sun, and a tear finally fell on his hand.

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This is the complete collection in 5 minutes of a 20-year love I witnessed. From start to finish, there wasn't a single brilliant line, not a warm greeting, not the least bit of a decent expression, nothing—everything we're used to imagining and seeing. However, I am shocked, loved, and remembered.