I often bring my rice as food for the birds in the yard. In my heart I always secretly admire those little winged beings.
I wish I had such wings, put it on my back, I can fly everywhere.
Fly away from that high wall.
As for my husband, I do not resent his betrayal. He is my everything, I am his wife, everything that I have, including my life, has been at his disposal since I was chosen to marry him. Only the passionate feelings of that last night, I'm afraid to think about. Every time I think back, those loving feelings are only an inexhaustible torment.
But I myself can't control my thinking, sometimes, I remember the past, sometimes, I dream of a reunion after a long time apart.
I don't know when, the last yellow leaves of winter also left their branches, rotated with the wind and fell to every corner of the small courtyard in front of my room. The yellow leaves are as tattered as my excruciating pain.
A person imprisoned in the inner corner of the monastery, even if there are thousands of thousands of sorrows, he does not know how to express to anyone.
Since being detained here, for me, time seems to have stopped. I don't know the transition of time either.
I can only perceive spring from the young grass growing among the rocks; know summer from the blooming flowers; feel autumn thanks to the delicate rays of the sun like cicada's wings; recognize winter from the cold northerly winds.
The days go by quietly and tastelessly, it seems that it goes on endlessly, not knowing where to stop.
Another windy and snowy season mixed with the scent of apricot flowers. Three years have passed.
During those three years, the world outside the cell had changed a lot. Occasionally, I heard the people below talking to each other outside the door to learn some news about the Ngo family. Second grandma Dinh Huong was pregnant again, after nine months and ten days of careful care, she gave birth to a round mother and a square child, however, the baby was born a lady that made everyone in the family disappointed.
Because the second grandma Dinh Huong came from a lowly background, even after three years of fierce fighting, she still could not climb to the main position. Mai Mai has been married to a tofu seller and lives a free and free life. Second grandma Dinh Huong is gradually falling out of favor, the young master goes on an adventure to find fun outside, and refuses to come home all night.
The old lady began to research and select the girl of prestigious families, preparing to ask about the young master's wife, and later could help the young master manage the property...
These things seem to have nothing to do with the lonely person being imprisoned in the corner of the hospital like me, but in fact, it is a forewarning signal that my days in the Ngo family are over.
Sure enough, when I was about to enter the new year, my husband wrote a letter of divorce and sent it to me, the reason was clearly stated: Having been married to three years but unable to bear children and committing the crime of jealousy.
Three days before the new bride entered the Ngo family, I was sent back to my mother's house.
The day I was sent back to my mother's house, was also the day Dinh Huong was detained in the room where I was detained because of improper speech, offending my mother-in-law, who was always fasting and reciting Buddha's name, hands not leaving the other rosary.
When the four eyes met, both of their faces were blank. As a woman, I sympathize with her, she pity me. The girl is bound, the girl has no freedom to choose her life, no right to resist fate. Love and abandonment, passion and coldness, all in the blink of an eye.
At that moment, the animosity between us suddenly seemed to be resolved, I no longer had any resentment towards her.
Three years ago, I was brought into the Wu residence as the new bride, three years later, I was taken out of the Wu family as an abandoned wife.
The palanquin was brought out through the back door of the Ngo family.
I kept staring at the back, if I could see that handsome man again, if we could talk to each other a sentence or two… how good it would be.
Until the last turn, until the Ngo family mansion had completely disappeared from my view.
He never showed up.
My tears wet my shirt again.
Tuong Cong, you must have forgotten me a long time ago.
The novel is an autobiographical story about the life of a talented girl in the Northern Trinh period named Sa Sa. Born into a religious family with the status of a young lady with golden branches and pearl leaves, she was carefully taught, full of talent, but it was these rituals that pushed Sa Sa's life to a point of extremes. The life of that girl will bring a lot of thoughts to readers about the fragility of human lives, especially the fate of the feudal woman.
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