Why did she goes away

Often turn to the door of this store, I will stop, dive into the old years, and salvage the scene of the past. Before the 1960s, there were no houses here, it was a garden field, and there was a path by the garden field, which was my way to school. Walking in the open fields, the mood is like the surrounding wildflowers, unrestrained blooming, like the cool breeze, boundless running around. In the early sixties, this road was extinguished and a house was blocked at the head of the road. This house was the public house, the first bank in my hometown.

I never went into this bank because I had no money to deposit or withdraw. I just spent a few minutes in front of it. It was March 8, Women's Day, and at night, the bank did not close its doors as usual but was not only open but brilliantly lit. The lobby was crisscrossed with several ribbons and garlands, and the front wall was plastered with a large, red, happy word. Marriage? I squeezed into the crowd to see, that it is indeed a wedding. The groom does not know, does not have to ask, and is certainly the bank person. I know the bride, in junior high school, one level above me, in the countryside, called Liang Ying.

She should have just turned 18 years old, and some of my female classmates also got married. In those days, girls generally got married early, and some of my female classmates in elementary school were still nursing children. It was very enviable that a woman from the countryside at that time could find a man who ate public food and was a banker.

Many years later, I also got married and had children, all of whom went to kindergarten in the brigade. In the evening, I went to pick up my children from kindergarten and saw Liang Ying walking out of the kindergarten with her children. I greeted her and said to her apologetically, "I'm sorry I'm late." Liang Ying smiled and said, "It's okay." After more than ten years, she was still as bright as ever, just like a rose in the morning, blossoming with water. "I didn't think your account was still in the countryside," I said regretfully. "I don't blame him." When I got married, he wanted to transfer my account to the bank. I asked him not to do it, but I didn't know that commercial food and agricultural food were now so fiercely divided."

Looking at Liang Ying's heavy footsteps as she walked away, I knew she was regretting it. How can she not regret it? A female classmate from the same village as her, who was not as good-looking or as educated as her, got married after her and found a man from Chengguan Town, and once she got married, she transferred her relationship to the town. But Liang Ying was working for seven or eight cents a day, more than ten dollars a month. At that time, Liang Ying was happy. But she forgot that the times were moving forward and society was changing. She boarded a painting boat, immersed in the beautiful scenery, but ignored the boat is sailing, there are rapids, there are dangerous shoals, there are reefs, there are whirlpools, there are harbor branches. She will not judge the situation, the time to go ashore did not go ashore, sitting on the bow holding the knees to enjoy the ripples, suddenly the boat did not move, look, ran aground, from then on, she trekked in the beach.

People often say, "Chance is hard to come by!" In a person's life, opportunities are important and valuable, but there are not many. Often, opportunities come to you silently and are lost if you are not careful, and only those with a keen eye can grasp them. Later, Liang Ying became a private teacher, which was an opportunity for others, but not for her. While others were converted, she went down and became an authentic peasant woman.

A few years later, I returned home and was told, "Liang Ying is gone." I was stunned. How could that be? Liang Ying was just in her early 60s. "She shouldn't have been a believer!" "Religious? What kind of religion?" "It's the kind that comes from abroad. It says that if you believe in it, the rice in the rice bowl can grow by itself." "She believes?" "She believes. When she was sick, she was asked to go to the hospital, but she said she didn't need to, and that she would be fine as long as she believed in the religion. In the end, she believed in herself and lost her faith." After saying that, everyone sighed.

At that time, I couldn't believe that an educated person would believe in this kind of religion: the rice in the rice bowl would grow by itself! But she did go, and she went to the Yellow Spring with the scriptures in her hand.