Silent Love

At that moment, I felt something sour gushing from the bottom of my heart, which made my eyes astringent. Silent Love was a few years ago! In the early autumn of that year, I lived in a small town called ciyaobao in northwest Ningxia for some days, which was located on the edge of the Maowusu desert. I met such a family there. Driving from Yinchuan, the capital of the autonomous region, to the side of the road of the small city, I saw the desert for the first time. He could not imagine the vast and magnificent desert anyhow. The shock is indescribable when you stand in front of you with silver and gray light on the sand mountains. At dusk, the car slowly drove into the small town and found a hotel to settle down in the corner of the street. The shop is not big, it is the kind of residential renovation, the house is very clean, standing on the balcony on the second floor, you can see the boundless desert in the distance at a glance. After dinner, just about to lie down and rest, a man’s hoarse singing floated over, and he could hear that orchid flower in northern Shaanxi minor. Walking out of the house with a coat, I saw a middle-aged man in a gray cloth jacket standing there on the balcony, holding a boy about three years old in his arms. The boy waved his small hands and shouted loudly to the far place, with a clever and naughty look, the sunshine of autumn poured softly on the father and son, which was as dignified as oil painting. I sigh the beauty in the afterglow! Just as the man was singing vigorously, a comely-looking woman came over. She put a coat in her hand over the boy’s body, and then gently stroked the boy’s face, smiling at the father and son. The boy called his mother excitedly, but the woman didn’t answer. She just stretched out her hand and hugged the boy. At this time, the man stopped singing and talked with the woman with his hands. Seeing that I had been watching them all the time, the man came straight and invited me to sit there. After a few commonplaces, the man told his story frankly: My hometown is in a remote mountain village in northern Shaanxi, where there has been a long drought for ten years, the barren yellow land made me understand the hardship of life too early. My wife and I were in the same village. The distance between the two families was no more than 200. We made a marriage at the age of 19, but a few days before we got married, the woman suddenly suffered from illness and had a high fever, after being sent to the County Hospital for treatment, the woman could no longer speak. In that snowy spring, I took her home, and the tacit understanding of each other had already replaced the annoyance of trivial matters. Although the days were bitter, they had to live after all, I walked all the way. What you see now is our second child. The first child was bitten by the dog next door when he was six years old. He couldn’t wait to be sent to the hospital. His wife couldn’t stand the blow and was mentally disordered, I always cry in front of my baby’s grave. I had no choice but to take her out of my hometown and do some small business here. Fortunately, the man who could fill his stomach told all this calmly, but his hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly. Looking at this family, I suddenly thought of my mother who was thousands of miles away. At that moment, I felt something sour gushing from the bottom of my heart, which made my eyes astringent. Everyone in the world has a story! Or wonderful or plain. Several years passed quietly. Is that family living well now? I think the boy should read. The trace of time flies away. Looking back suddenly, too many memories have gone with the wind, but the scene of autumn dusk in the small city of Maowusu desert is deeply engraved in my mind, it cannot be waved or wiped off, because it is the pain that touches the soul.

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