He is not a domineering president, nor is he a carrier of beauty that can bathe people in the spring breeze, nor is he the kind of existence that can amaze the years at a glance, and he can drink a pot of tea with that incongruous slender figure and temperament.
I call him Skinny Monkey. When I saw him for the first time, he looked like he had hyperthyroidism. He was thin and dry, with a sallow complexion and a look like someone living in the desert. His eyes were slightly protruding, his nose was not straight, and his lips were thick and thick Big, and the ears are a bunch of sores. When I raised my head, the exposed nose hair really made me spit on the table.
Just sitting there with a silly smirk, with a big grin, I don't know what is going on in my head, just like a child who has never been to the city, just standing there stupidly, without any sense of shrewdness.
Everyone in the village called him a good old man! Because he is short-sighted and never thinks about his own gains and losses, he has been given the reputation of being helpful to others all his life. He has no so-called achievements and money, but the word "kindness" runs through his life. Good quality.
Such a man is not loved by any pretty woman, at least before he even thinks about getting to know him. Or according to the current people's saying, it is called "honest man" and "back-up man"!
Thin monkey thin monkey, he is not shrewd and thin, but the kind of poverty and mess revealed in his bones, the kind of strength that makes people feel distressed, the skin does not look tense, and he can walk on the street in a wheelchair. To be given way by pedestrians, shabby! But if you look carefully for a while, your words and deeds still have a bit of a scholarly taste.
It is said that every family will give him steamed buns and holiday gifts when they meet him every festival. The main reason is that he has received his help, and it is also because he wipes his hands on the clothes several times every time, holds them with both hands, and then bends down to the calf, smiling with all 16 teeth exposed.
Then I felt that I had to help others more, handle farm work, and do odd jobs for free. How could others not give it to such a good thing? Just one word! Who wouldn't want a good person to come to your door?
His name is Liu Deyin. His parents passed away early, and his grandma brought him up. Now his grandma has also left. Since his grandma passed away, his grandpa and he don't like to communicate. He is looking for a sense of belonging and existence alone in the fireworks.
He later told me that only with this kind of infinite help, and even the sense of reunion that sometimes comes with having a meal at someone's house, can his spirit be satisfied and he feel alive. He sighed, bared his teeth and said "Life is bitter".
Don't think he is really stupid, he has a college degree, and his grandmother was the only educated person in the village at that time, so no matter how poor he was, she gave him a book. After graduation, he went to the city for an internship. As soon as he became a regular, his grades were considered excellent. His articles, especially narratives, even the punctuation marks were remarkable. Coupled with practicality, who wouldn't be happy? But the good times didn't last long. Grandma's terminal cancer didn't hold on. He resigned and came back, and never left again. Grandpa, although his lower limbs are paralyzed, but his mind is still clear.
In his words, he wanted to feel like home. He said the city was good, but he always felt that something was missing. Everyone is very busy and in a hurry, and I can't hear a few heart-warming words. I always feel that it is weird and fake. The truth in his bones is deeply rooted.
So he didn't show off his academic qualifications, he just blended in like that, doing what he should do, doing things that allowed him to exist, and occasionally helping the secretary write some announcements, he felt that his academic qualifications were used! enough!
It is precisely because of this that he resigned from the rich and lived in the poor for many years, and he still enjoyed it.
When I met him, it was because I was sent to teach in the village. I was a people's teacher. My surname was He, and my name was He Yunhan. The family background is not bad, and the education he has received since he was a child is considered rich. Although his parents are enthusiastic, they look down on the thin monkey from the bottom of their hearts, and they are right.
My appearance is nothing special. To put it bluntly, there is nothing deformed. My facial features are straight. I have been very white since I was a child. It has changed, the story between me and him may not be able to tell the sadness here in five years.
It has something to do with love, but what I want to talk about more is his life.
I met him in 2011, that is, the year I was sent to teach, I received so much truth, goodness and beauty in one year, I even thought about whether there should be some changes in the second half of my life, and his changes to me have already Beyond anything, that freshness is something I still hold dear for many years now.
When I met him, he was 24 and I was 21.
But he said that salvation is mutual.
I can't thank you enough, but it doesn't stop until spring. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com