Due to the traffic jam all the way, it was almost six o'clock in the afternoon when I arrived in Shixing County, Shaoguan. My friend sent me a message saying that her mobile phone was free and asked me to call her father when I arrived. I learned on the phone that my friend's wedding was temporarily advanced to three o'clock because they had family members from the same village who wanted to marry their daughters and had to go out first, so I missed their wedding. Her father told me that I might not get a taxi and asked me to take a tricycle to the entrance of Chengbei village. They came to pick me up.

I took an aunt's tricycle, with green rice fields on both sides of the road. The oncoming is pure pastoral atmosphere, the heart returns to purity, and the fatigue of the journey disappears instantly, which makes me feel relaxed and natural.

I saw many people coming out to meet me. My friend's sister said that everyone was waiting for me to eat, so she took me directly to the canteen. There were four dining tables in the dining room, and they were quickly filled. My sister said that these are her uncles and cousins, because their three houses are connected together and the dining room at the back is open, so they usually eat together. I sat next to my grandmother, who has been holding my hand happily. Grandma has been to Shenzhen before, and I took her there when I was working in Qingqing World. Grandma asked her why she didn't bring a boyfriend. I said no, thinking, how could my love die in the warm end of March? Otherwise, I wouldn't let grandma down now. A table full of people kept bringing me food. So I didn't feel the joy of the wedding, but I felt the enthusiasm and warmth of the Hakkas.

After dinner, my sister took me to my friend's hotel tonight. When I saw them, they had changed their clothes and cosmetics. In addition, she is pregnant for three months and her abdomen is slightly convex. I tried to find the feeling of the bride and groom in them, but failed. The friend reluctantly spread out his hand and said, "That's how I got married. This is my wedding. " I have no choice but to think about what changed those traditional things and why all modern weddings have become like this, resulting in the loss of rules.

Her husband stood behind her and smiled wearily at me. Obviously, he is half a head shorter than my friend, which surprised me, but he has a handsome face, a bit like a little boy. I expected it. She always likes handsome boys, the little boys she can control, and I like mature men, who can completely protect me from insecurity. This is our difference, so she will be much happier than me. I think.

They told me to sit down, and suddenly I didn't know what to say. I forgot to say congratulations, but I didn't say it after all. I don't know why I couldn't say it at the time. My friend took my hand and said, "You should find someone to marry, too, so that your life will be better. You are so weak, I don't trust you alone. "

I asked her, "I don't know who to look for." She said, "The one who can watch TV with popcorn, stay with you when you are sick and cook fried eggs for you. Feeling is secondary, Cai, you know. " I didn't respond. I think there will be some generation gap between her and me, because she is going to be the mother of the child, and I am still the mother's child, and I am getting weaker and weaker.

My friend can't go home tonight. I was arranged in a friend's room at home. I dreamed of the safe man and my wedding all night, which was lively and vague.

The room faces the street and there is noise at six o'clock. After getting up and washing, I want to go for a walk by the ridge. Seeing rice at such a close distance for the first time reminds me of the wheat in my hometown. I saw many grandmothers washing vegetables picked from the fields barefoot by the ditch. The way they work is quiet and indifferent, which is far from our way of working.

At nine o'clock, my friend was picked up. They are holding hands. Although I can't see the happiness of the wedding, I feel the warmth they give each other, the real and simple warmth.

I took her hand and said, "Go for a walk. You will leave with this man soon, and I will seldom see you again. "

She said, "I will miss you." I stuffed the prepared red envelope into her pocket and told her "you will be happy". She said flatly, "Yes, you will understand my feelings when you get married. Nothing, just having children to live. " She has a calm face. She is completely different from the previous one. I think years have really changed a lot. When a woman reaches a certain age, what she wants is really different. Me too?

The afternoon car, the afternoon sunshine fell on my face through the car glass. My friend stood at the station and waved to me. I thought of her little life and felt her happiness and security. I believe that what she wants is actually the most practical and safest.

The car hit the highway and the leaves on the side of the road grazed the glass. I reached out to touch it several times, but it was empty. Like the happiness I want, it looks beautiful, but I can't touch it. ...