I married a fool.

There is a good saying: fools are blessed. I think my family really should take this old saying. For a clown who only knows how to work in the fields every day, it is really a stupid blessing to marry a daughter-in-law as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade.

In fact, it is not that I am an old woman selling melons and boasting, but that there is no one in those eight villages who does not know that I am beautiful. At that time, I was really handsome, with red lips and white teeth and fine eyes. I want to propose from the village head to the end of the village. At that time, the matchmaker almost kicked the threshold of our family.

But since so many people have proposed marriage, how can I marry that rough man? On this issue, now I just want to say two words: blind!

"Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law, what are you thinking?"

"Now I think I can still dislike you!"

"You said that you have hated this for more than ten years, haven't you hated it enough?"

I rolled my eyes at him decisively, and then continued to lie in the armchair, my eyes narrowed in the sun. Why can't I stop for a while? I have asked the same question for more than ten years, but I haven't asked enough?

"Hey, wife, you bask, I'm going to the fields."

After that, he walked out of the gate with a hoe on his shoulder. When he was about to disappear outside the door, I opened my half-narrowed eyes and looked at his back. Alas, I am really blind!

He is not tall, even a little short, and his long-exposed skin is tanned by the sun. The whole person looks like a black briquette burning a stove, which can be found at a glance in the crowd. In my opinion, he is an extremely mediocre person, an ordinary small farmer, but he is also my husband.

I remember seeing him for the first time after a rain. I stand in my yard and watch the rainbow. Suddenly, a coquettish matchmaker came across the threshold of my house. He followed the matchmaker and bowed his head without saying a word. At that time, his first impression was very bad. How can an old man wriggle like a girl?

Obviously, the blind date ended in failure, but I remember him very deeply, not because he wriggled, but because he looked back at me before leaving that day, and there was something in his eyes that I didn't quite understand, which made me feel very comfortable and at ease.

Later, I haven't seen him for a long time. It's like he disappeared into the air, and there's no trace of him. In fact, at that time, I completely ignored the geographical gap between me and him. Although our two families belong to the same village, one is in the westernmost part and the other is in the easternmost part. Plus, I've never been out of the house, and the second door hasn't opened. How can we meet?

However, maybe it was the weather or the last month, and the people who should have been together finally met.

At the request of my mother that day, I went to a family in the middle of the village to draw New Year pictures. When I tried my best to get there, I found a familiar figure standing at the door of that family. When I approached, I was surprised and happy. However, these small emotions have been ignored by me. Fortunately, the final outcome did not deviate from the established track because of my dullness.

After that day, his figure will appear in my mind from time to time. He is not tall but solid, but he is not indomitable, but inexplicably practical. At that time, I realized in hindsight that this is love. This kind of love makes me worry and dream, and I really don't know what to do.

What I didn't find was that after that day, I always met him by chance. Under the banyan tree by the pond in the village, at the stone table in front of my house, or on the path outside the village, my mind has changed. He is willing to come and see, and I am willing to go out, so naturally I see more. The affection between us is slowly accumulating and growing.

But one day, I walked out of the house without him at the stone table, walked to the pond without him under the banyan tree, and walked to the path outside the village without him. I used to sit at home and have never seen him. Now I have not only gone out, but also walked so far that I still haven't met him. I walked for a long time without results.

Now, he should have disappeared for about a month, and during that month, I didn't think about tea and rice and couldn't sleep well. I feel sick, but I don't know how to treat him. I want to find him, but I don't know where to find him, and I don't know whether to find him or not. So I locked myself in my room and did nothing all day. That month,

However, a month later, he came back. This time, instead of standing far away waiting for me to come to his side, he took the initiative to knock on my door.

At that time, I knew he was outside the door, because only he would call me "Jane", and only his voice would be a little flustered, but I didn't open the door right away.

I sat down slowly with my back against the door, my knees in my hands, and tears poured out of my eyes like a burst of banks. This is the first time I've cried in a month. I didn't cry hysterically, but I cried deeply.

I don't remember what happened afterwards, but I know I am happy because of him.

"Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law, what's the matter, how to cry? Blame me, blame me, call me back so late, call me back so late. "

Did you cry? I wiped my eyes and my fingers were stained with a few tears. I really cried, but when I spoke, I looked at the person in front of me and cried more and more. Fortunately, I met this person, otherwise I really don't know how to live my life.

I don't know how long he smoked or how long I cried. It's just that my eyes are jealous and his face is red.

"Don't smoke, don't smoke, I feel distressed and don't blame you. I can't help but think of the past and don't smoke."

"Daughter-in-law, don't cry anymore. I feel sick, okay? "

"Well, don't cry."

Looking at his wet eyes, I gradually stopped crying. Yes, I can't let him suffer any more because of me. How can I have the heart to add chaos to his life?

He gently brushed the tears from my face with rough hands, then covered my leg with a blanket, carefully avoided all the stones in the yard and pushed me out of the door. We sat at the stone table again and looked at each other affectionately.

Yes, blind, but not blind.

When I was four years old, I was repairing my house at home. When I was a child, I swam around all day and had a good time, but I often walked by the river. I have no wet shoes. I stepped on it and fell off a brick wall several meters high. Everyone went to eat, and nobody paid attention to me. Because it was not delivered in time, the leg lost its original function and the face no longer showed people. All the beauty has become my dream.

At the age of marriage, no one wants to propose. He is the only one, and the only one who was rejected by me. I once thought that my life was so dull, but I never thought that his appearance became the biggest wave in my life.

He wants to get close to me, but he is afraid that I will resist. He wanted to tell me that he really liked it, not because of pity, but how could I listen at that time? However, we all underestimated the magic of love, and it was hard to resist being captured by it. I finally surrendered.

In the following month, he went to a far, far place to visit an expert. It is said that this expert is a miracle creator of orthopedics and has cured many patients with bone injuries in his life. However, it seems that this expert has not lived in seclusion for a long time. However, even though there was little hope, he went because he wanted everything in me to be beautiful.

Now I want to say that my lover is a fool, and I just fell in love with his stupidity.

"Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law, what are you thinking?"

"Now I think I can still dislike you!"

"You said that you have hated this for more than ten years, haven't you hated it enough?"

"Not enough."

After decades of unanswered questions, I finally got the answer this time. I really haven't given up enough.