About five years ago, by chance, I came across a Weibo user. Unlike others, he never retweeted, did not send photos or videos, and did not participate in lotteries, etc. Every article was pure text, written in a long way, with the right punctuation, showing a kind of solemnity characteristic of the previous generation when dealing with the written word.
So I clicked in, and sure enough, this user with few followers was born in the 50s and 60s, and had already known his Life by counting his age. Every day he kept a running account of his day on Weibo, what he did, who he met, who came to visit, what he said and so on, everything. Through these words, I found out that his wife was paralyzed many years ago due to illness, lost her language skills and could not take care of herself, so she needed his care; his mother was paralyzed and his siblings took turns to take care of him; his father was old and often showed sadness, so he had to visit him from Time to time; his daughter was in school, usually busy, with good grades, and he was always proud to mention it.
Shocked by the stranger’s completely different life state, I devilishly paid attention to him and did not do any disturbance. For five years, whenever I felt very miserable, I would check this blogger’s diary, again without doing any interruptions. The result often makes me feel relieved of all the suffering in front of me: because no matter how hard life is, people are still seriously persevering and “making it through”.
He also recorded his ordinary life day after day, seldom showing sadness and complaints, on the contrary, the record always noted the help of others: old classmates visited, brought a box of milk, this milk is very expensive, repeatedly resisted but still want to give him; little sister came to the door, gave them his old clothes, worried that he felt old, he said “how can I not want such good clothes “; there are siblings, former colleagues, former friends visit, gave 100 yuan, 200 yuan, buy something, brother-in-law express sent two bottles of honey …… even postage are written down one by one.
Five years of diary plainly recorded a lot of deaths. Cousins and other relatives who who died, how to die, and loved ones talk about him, what was said. There is not much pathos, and little fear, with a little regret, the days go on as usual. As we pass the age of 100, parting becomes the most common part of life.
The most is still the daily routine of taking care of his wife, between the lines he refers to her as “wife”, “wife” appears in the daily running account. After the disease, his wife is like a big cat, always sleepy during the day and excited at night, often waking him up in the middle of the night; one night the alarm clock did not ring, forget to carry his wife to the toilet, the result is that his wife urinated on the bed, get up and mop the floor for half a day, the bed can not sleep, while his wife sat on the side, the spirit of excitement, high talk; former colleagues party, he did not want to go, the wine has quit, but also want to spend more time with his wife. Every week, he talks with his paralyzed mother, wipes her lips, and hurriedly hands over to his little sister, because his sick wife can’t leave her.
The blogger is a typical Chinese father, his daughter is busy with her studies, rarely let her interfere with the Family; over the past few years, his daughter graduated, got married and had children, and only let her take care of the small family. When his daughter went on to higher Education and published a paper in a journal, it was turned into a simple “I’m proud of her” in his diary. At Home, he was still the only one stationed there, guarding his sick wife. He woke up to the sound of his wife’s chattering at night and wrote down his diary. However, his wife had long since lost her normal sanity, and this chatter was actually mumbling of unknown meaning. In other words, for years, there was no one in the house with whom he could communicate.
Complaining? There were occasional ones because he didn’t understand his wife, but gradually he had become able to quickly identify when she needed to sleep, talk and defecate, and thus became more at peace. At one point, the blogger recalled the last meaningful words his wife had said to him before she became ill – I can’t remember exactly what they were, except that the unobtrusive words made people cry like idiots. And a diary with a little memory and emotion was immediately drowned in the sea of time by a new and tedious diary.
From single-digit fans five years ago, today, this ordinary Weibo user has more than a thousand fans, which is quite surprising. But the daily diary is bare below, no comments or likes, he is still talking to himself. Could it be a zombie fan? As you know, Jagged Wave from time to time will give users some zombie fans, five years enough to accumulate a lot.
I always thought so, until the New Year’s day, the blogger wished everyone a happy new year, the following surprisingly sprung up like a lot of replies: “Uncle, happy new year!” “Uncle, good New Year! I wish you good health in the New Year.” “Uncle, remember to take a good rest for the New Year!” And the blogger seriously replied to each of them with an expression of the middle-aged and elderly MMS template: “Thank you! I also wish you a happy New Year and a great year of the Ox.”
And so the year is over, the new diary, the following no more transfer comments praise, he alone speaks for himself, recording his life, as if the New Year’s Eve lively are changed out of the general.
It turns out that the more than 1,000 fans are all real people – young people from all walks of life who don’t know each other. They, like me, stumbled upon this user, watched the lives of others, gained courage to live, but never could bear to disturb, only came out at certain times to wish each other, “Saibo New Year string”. In a way, thanks to Weibo. The Internet has opened countless windows for us, and windows and windows in the north and south of the sky have connected, and each window can glimpse half of a person’s life.
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