The love story between San Mao and Jose

Today is just a love story about a boy who died at the age of 30. After thirteen years of love, that man is my husband. His Spanish name is Jose, and I gave him a Chinese name, Jose, which is really easy to write, but if you know him, you should agree that he should be renamed Hexi, Hexiang and Chenxi, because he is such a person. But he said the word "sunrise" was too difficult for him to learn, so I taught him to write this "Jose" that I blurted out.

Such a handsome boy!

When I met Jose, he was not yet eighteen. One Christmas night, I was at a friend's house, and he happened to come and congratulate some of my friends in China on Christmas. There is a custom in Spain that when Christmas Eve passes 12 1 1 minute, neighbors will congratulate their neighbors upstairs and downstairs and say, "Peace." It's a bit like the custom of New Year greetings in China. At that time, Jose just ran down from upstairs. When I first saw him, I was shocked. I thought, how can there be such a handsome boy in the world? If I can be his wife one day, it will be a kind of vanity satisfaction. This is my first impression of him. Soon after, I often go to this friend's house to play. Jose lives nearby. There is a big yard behind this apartment. We often play baseball there, or have snowball fights on snowy days, and sometimes go to the flea market together. I don't have much money in my pocket I often go shopping from 9 am to 4 pm. I may have just bought a bird hair. At that time, Jose was a senior in high school and I was a junior in college.

Cousin is here!

One day while studying in the university dormitory, my Spanish friend came to me and said, "Echo, your cousin came downstairs to see you." "Cousin" means sarcasm in Spanish. They keep calling "Cousin is coming! Cousin is here! "

I find it strange that I have no cousin. Where's my cousin from Spain? So I ran to the balcony and saw Jose, a child, holding some books in his arm and a French hat he often wears in his hand, so nervous that he seemed to pinch water.

Because he was very young, he dared not enter the reception room, so he stood under a big tree outside the academy and waited for me. I think it's him. He ran down in a hurry and got a little angry in front of him. He gave him a push and said, "Why are you here?" He didn't speak, so I immediately asked, "Haven't you finished class yet?" He replied, "I don't want to go to the last two paragraphs." I asked again, "What are you doing here?" Because I always feel that I am much older than him, I always teach him a lesson as my sister. He took out fourteen dollars (then equivalent to seven Taiwan dollars) in his pocket and said:

"I have fourteen dollars, only enough to buy tickets for two people. Shall we go to the movies together? But I have to walk because there is no fare. " I gave him a look. I am a very sensitive person. I think there is something wrong with this child, but I promised him and suggested going to a nearby cinema to watch movies, so I don't need to pay for the bus. The next day, the third and the fourth day, he skipped class again. ...

So the little boy under the tree who always wears a French hat in his hand has become a joke in our dormitory. They always shout, "Cousin is coming again!" "Every time I run downstairs, I always give Jose a push or hit him and say to him:

"Don't come in the future, it's no good skipping classes like this!" Because he is always absent from the last two classes, he often comes to see me. Because both of them have no money, they have to walk in the street. Sometimes when they go to the palace to see the waste in other people's garbage dumps, they will be surprised and say, "Look at this nail!" " Wow! Look at this ... "Gradually, I think this relationship can't develop any more, because this boy is serious, and there is nothing he can do for me, because he hasn't gone to college yet, but to be honest, I really like him in my heart.

You have been waiting for me for six years!

One day, it was already very cold and we had nowhere to go. We moved the opposite bench to the air outlet of the underground car. When the local car got off, a hot air blew out, which was our heating. Two people were frozen on that bench like beggars. Then I said to Jose, "Don't come to me from today." Why should I say such things to him? Because he sat next to me and said to me seriously, "wait for me for six years, let me go to college for four years and serve in the army for two years." In six years, we can get married. My lifelong dream is to have a small apartment and a wife like you, and then I. "

Making money to support you is the happiest dream of my life. He added, "I can't get the warmth of my family in my own home." Hearing his dream, I suddenly felt like crying. I said to him, "Jose, you are only eighteen, and I am much older than you." I hope you don't have this dream again. From today on, don't come to see me again. If you stand under that tree again, I won't come out, because six years is too long. I don't know where I will go. I won't wait for you for six years. You can't pester me if you listen to me. If you pester me, I will be afraid. " He paused for a moment and asked, "Have I done anything wrong these days?" I said, "You didn't do anything wrong. I'm telling you this because you are so kind, and I don't want to associate with you anymore. " Then, I stood up and he stood up with me. They walked to a park in Madrid Palace together. There is a small slope in the park. I told him, "I'm standing here watching you leave. This is the last time I see you. You shouldn't come back. "

He said, "I will stand here and watch you go." I said, "No! Don't! Don't! I stand here and watch you go. You must listen to me and never come back. "

At that time, I was afraid that he would pester me again and said, "Don't pester me either. From now on, I will go out with the boys in my class, and I can't go out with you anymore. "

Now I'm nervous again, because I'm afraid of hurting a young man who first fell in love. Usually, the first love is always fragile. He said, "All right! I won't pester you any more, and you shouldn't treat me like a child, because you always treat me like a child in our contacts in the past few weeks. You said,' Don't pester me anymore', and I thought to myself, I will never pester you unless you want. "

After that, it was very late, and he began to run slowly, turning around as he ran, smiling and shouting, "Goodbye Echo! Goodbye echo! " I stood there looking at him. It seldom snows in Madrid, but it began to snow that night. Jose ran on the big grassy slope, waving his French hat in one hand and still turning around frequently. I stood there, watching Jose gradually disappear into the night and snow. At that time, I almost couldn't help shouting: "Jose! Come back! " But I didn't say. Whenever I watch the scene of Baoyu becoming a monk in A Dream of Red Mansions, I will always remember how Jose came to call my name in the empty snow when he was eighteen: "Goodbye echo! Goodbye EAcho! "

He hasn't come to see me since he ran away, and he hasn't bothered me. I often meet him in the street when I go out with other classmates. When he sees me, he always holds my hand with Spanish etiquette, kisses my face and says, "Hello!" " "

I also said, "Jose! Hello, this is my boyfriend XXX. " He will shake hands with others. He grew a beard and grew up!

After six years' farewell, I finished my studies, left Spain and returned to Taiwan Province Province. When I was in Taiwan Province Province, a Spanish friend came over and said:

"Do you remember that Jose?" I said, "Yes!" He said, "Oh! He is different now, he has a beard and has grown up. " "Really!" He added:

"I have a letter and a photo of him here. Do you want to see it? " I said with surprise, "Good!" Because I still miss him in my heart, but my friend said, "He said that if you have forgotten him, don't read this letter." I replied, "God knows, I have never forgotten this man, but I think he is younger than me. Since he is serious, don't hurt him. " I received the letter from my friend, and a photo came out. The photo shows a young man with a big beard and swimming trunks catching fish in the sea. I immediately said, "This is the Poseidon in Greek mythology!

You may have forgotten Spanish after all these years, but I want to tell you a secret. On the snowy night when I was eighteen, you told me that you would never see me again. Do you know that boy cried all night and tried to kill himself? After all these years, do you remember me? I have a six-year agreement with you. "It's such a letter. I didn't reply to him. I put the letter aside and said to my friend, "Tell him I received this letter. Please thank him for me. "After half a year, I met some emotional twists and turns, left Taiwan Province Province and returned to Spain.

Jose, I'm back!

At that time, Jose was in the last month of military service. Jose's sister always asks me to write to Jose. I said, "I'll never speak Spanish again. How do I write? " Then she forcibly wrote the envelope, stating that as long as I filled in the words, I would write an English letter to the camp, saying, "Jose! I'm back, I'm Echo, and I'm at XX address. " As a result, the letter spread all over the camp, but no one understood English. I was in a hurry. Jose wrote that he didn't know what I said, so he couldn't reply to me. He cut out many cartoons of divers and sent them to me, pointing to one of them and saying, "This is me." I didn't reply.

As a result, Jose made a long-distance call from the south:

"I'm going back to Madrid on the 23rd, so wait for me!" On the 23rd, I completely forgot about it and went to a small town to play with another classmate. When I got home, my roommate told me that a boy called me a dozen times. I thought about it, but I couldn't remember that the boy would come to me. Just then, I got a call from my girlfriend, a lady, who said that she had something very important to discuss with me and asked me to take a taxi to her place. I took a taxi to her house. She took me to the living room and told me to close my eyes. I don't know what tricks she can play. She clenched her fist and put her hands behind her back, fearing that she would put small animals in my hands to scare me. When I closed my eyes, I heard footsteps coming towards me, and then I heard the lady say that she was going out, but told me to close my eyes. Suddenly, a pair of arms behind me hugged me and I shivered. When I opened my eyes, I saw Jose standing in front of me. I screamed with excitement. I happened to be wearing a long skirt that swept the floor that day. He is wearing a red pullover. He held me in circles and his long skirt danced. I screamed and hit him, but I couldn't help but hold his face and kiss him. The people standing outside the living room laughed heartily, because as we all know, Jose and I are not boyfriend and girlfriend, but we have a good relationship.

In the sixth year after I said I would say goodbye to Jose forever, fate brought me back to him.

Do you still want to get married?

One afternoon in Madrid, Jose invited me to his house. When he returned to his room, it was already dusk. He said, "Look at this wall!" " "I looked up and the whole wall was covered with enlarged black and white photos of my yellow hair. In the photo, I was printed in the light through the shutters. After reading the photos, I was silent for a long time and asked Jose, "I have never sent you a photo." Where did these photos come from? " He said, "At Uncle Xu's house. You often send photos, and when they see them, they put them in the paper box. When I went to their house to play, I stole their photos, took them to the photo studio to enlarge the negative, and then secretly put the original photos back in the box. " I asked, "Why do people in your family come and leave?" "They said I was crazy, that person had disappeared, and I was still crazy about her photo." I asked again, "Why are all these photos yellow? "

He said, "Really! I can't help it if the sun shines on it. I will put down the blinds, but the blinds are striped and still glow. " When I said this, I looked guilty. I conveniently took down a photo on the wall with a white mark on it. I turned to ask Jose, "Do you still want to get married?" Then it was his turn to freeze, as if I were a ghost. He stared at me for a long time, and I said, "Didn't you say six years? I am standing in front of you now. " I suddenly burst into tears and said, "No,no." He quickly asked, "Why? Why not? " That's mine.

Suddenly, new sadness and old hatred poured out. I said to him, "Then why don't you want me? If you had insisted on me, I would still be a good man. I came back today with a broken heart. " He said, "A broken heart can be stuck together." I said, "There are still seams after pasting." He pulled my hand to his chest and said, "Here's another one, made of gold. Bring yours, let's change! " "

We got married seven months later.

I just think I have a plan. Thank God for giving me such a happy life for six years. I once said in a book: "I didn't fall in love madly before I got married, but when I got married, I had such great confidence that I put my hand in his." Later, I found that my decision was right. " If he continues to live, I still have to say that I will never regret this marriage. So I think age, economy, nationality and even knowledge are not conditions for choosing a spouse. Although these conditions are of course important to ordinary people, I think the most important thing is the character and soul of the other person, that is, me.

What we want to emphasize is the so-called "door-to-door" thing.

You won't die, you won't die. ...

Jose was thirty when he died. I often ask him, "How are you going to die?" He also asked me, "How are you going to die?" I always say, "I won't die." Once, Book Lover magazine invited me to write an article, "What would you do if you only had three months to live?" I showed the invitation to Jose and casually said, "Who knows what Taoist priests will do when they die!" "He said," What a strange topic! " I continued to knead dough, and Jose asked me, "Did you write this manuscript? "! What exactly are you going to do three months before you die, and how are you going to write it? "I continued to knead noodles and said," Let me finish kneading noodles first! " ""Are you going to write or not? " He asked me directly, so I turned to look at Jose. I touched his hair with my hands covered with batter and said to him, "What a fool! I won't write, because I want to give you a package of jiaozi. " Having said that, I continued to knead the dough. Jose suddenly put his arm around my waist and refused to let go. I said, "You are crazy!" "Because there was no rolling pin at that time, I wanted to take the right to charge the teacup, but he hugged me tightly and I said," Go away! " "

I tried desperately to go away, but he still wouldn't let go. "Why are you so annoying ..." Halfway through, I suddenly turned around and saw his whole eyes filled with tears. I froze. He suddenly said, "Don't die, don't die, don't die ..."

Then he said, "We don't care about this lover magazine, because none of us will die." "Then how do we die?" I asked. "When you are very old, I am also very old, and both of them can't walk or help. Put on clean clothes, lie in bed together, close your eyes and say, ok! Let's go together! " So up to now, I still haven't written that article to my book club. Book lovers recently asked me why you stopped writing. I told them that I couldn't write because I had a husband and I wanted to be jiaozi.

You should call him dad.

When my parents went to the Canary Islands before going to Spain, Jose met my father and asked me my name. Should we call him Mr. Chen? I said:

"If you call him Mr. Chen, he will take the original flight back to Taipei as soon as he gets off the plane. Didn't I call you dad? " He said, "But our whole family thinks you are disgusting!" " It turns out that in Spain, you don't call your parents-in-law your father or mother, but Mr. and Mrs. XX. But I come from China, and I refuse to call them Mr. and Mrs.. My mother-in-law is Mary, so I call her Mary's mother, and my father-in-law is Cesar's father. Jose said, "I'll just call my father Mr. Chen!" " "

I said, "You can't call him Mr. Chen, you should call him Dad." As a result, my parents and I stayed in Spain for sixteen days and returned to the Canary Islands. Jose asked for leave to wait for us at the airport. I once said to him, "I have three people in my life, one is my father, the other is my mother, the other is you, and the other is myself." It's a pity that I don't have children, otherwise I will live in a bigger circle. Today, my parents can be with you, and my deepest wish seems to have come true. I know your heart is good, but your tone and temper are not necessarily good. My parents are coming, I beg you. " He said, "How could I lose my temper? I am so happy! " In order to meet my parents, he must study English for several hours every day. He learned English in Nigeria three years ago. When he saw us coming out of the airport, he held his mother in one hand and his father in the other. When he found that there was no hand holding me, he said to me, "Come here." Then he put the four of us together because he hadn't seen me for sixteen days. Then let go of your hand, hug mom and dad tightly, and then hug me. He was very nervous when he first met his father, and suddenly he shouted in Chinese, "Dad!" " "Then he looked at his mother and said," Mom! " "Then, I didn't seem to know what to say. I lowered my head and tried my best to move the box. When the car started, I urged him, "Jose, talk to me!" Your English can be used, not too bad. " He said in Spanish, "I'm so nervous. I haven't slept for several nights. I am so scared. " At this time, I realized that it may be easy for a China person to call his parents-in-law "Mom and Dad", but it is not easy for a foreigner to call him "Mom and Dad" if he has too much affection for his wife. Back home, we gave our room to our parents, and Jose and I lived in a smaller room. One day at the dinner table, I had a good chat with my parents. Jose suddenly told me that it was his turn to talk, and then said in blunt English, "Dad, will you tell Echo that I want to buy a motorcycle?" Jose has wanted to buy a motorcycle for a long time, but it must be approved by me. After listening to his words, I stood up and went to wash.

Go between your hands, pick up a towel to cover your eyes, and you won't get out. When the word "dad" was called out from Jose (dad was originally San Mao's name for dad), I believe he and my parents took another big step.

My parents are going to travel to Europe, but my father gave up all his business, made countless phone calls and telegrams, and finally met their son-in-law. They spent a whole month together. Jose and I have agreed that as long as we are together, the baby should not be born. If it is a woman, I will beat her to death, because I will be jealous. If it is a boy, Jose will hang him upside down on the balcony, because I will love that child too much. Afterwards, I was surprised that such childish and selfish words could come from a couple. When my parents came a month later, Jose suddenly asked:

"Do you think we should have a child?" I said, "Yes, I think." He added: "Since my parents came, there has been a lot of family atmosphere at home, which was not the case in my previous home."

farewell

When my parents and I traveled to London and Europe, Jose came to see me off at the airport. He hugged my mother and said, "Mom, I don't like watching you cry!" "

You will meet me at Taipei airport next January. Don't be sad. Echo plays with you. "We took a small propeller plane because the island we wanted to live in could not be reached by jet. Before boarding the plane, I stood on the belly of the plane and watched Jose. At that time, Jose was jumping over a flower, hoping to see us again from there. I kept waving to him when I got on the plane, and he kept waving to me until the waitress motioned me to sit down. After sitting down, a lady next to me asked me, "Is that man your husband?" I said, "Yes. "What does she want Jose to do, me?

I simply told her that my parents were on vacation and he came to see me off. She said to me, "I came to see my son." Then pass me a business card. There is a custom in Spain. If you are a widowed woman, you should add the words "so-and-so's widow" to your business card, which makes me feel dazzling and uncomfortable. I don't know what to say to her, so I have to say, "Thank you!" " Unexpectedly, just two days after receiving that business card,

I became that identity myself. ...

(At this point, Sanmao's voice choked. She stood on the stage for a long time and couldn't say a word. The speech was interrupted ...)