Vanity Fair and City II (40)

Ageing is a good process that nothing can buy, because it demonstrates the completion of life and witnesses it: Joy• Anger• Grief• Pleasure --- Things we should experience, we have already experienced, just like the moon, bright or dim, max or wane .

These days Melanie is ready for a blind date. She is going to catch the son of that land agent who possesses several high buildings. I haven’t seen that she can be so serious. Maybe this time, after several boyfriends, she is really serious. After all, that boy’s background is too good.

His background is too good, so Melanie is serious. But I guess, she is over-serious, which may make her tired and low.

I wanted to ask her shut up when she kept talking to me online while I was rather busy in working time but she stayed at home having nothing to do. But as good friends, I had to swallow all of my tempers, and gave her my honest opinions.

What she worried the most is that, she become older and uglier after her one-year working experience in Shenzhen. According to her narrative, during the past one year, she had to suffer from much pressure, worked overtimes and lived irregularly, which made her haggard and ugly… She kept complaining how time and work have spoiled our faces and youth while at this end I just giggled… for no reason. Just her tones made me giggle.

And I find lots of e-news which report the big changes of those famous female movie stars: their present old faces and their past beautiful faces, their present fat figures and their past slim and sexy figures... How can these journalists do such kinds of bad-taste things --- just to catch readers’ eyes? What they hurt and tease are not only those female movie stars, what they hurt and tease are themselves, or everybody: Who can avoid aging!

So no wonder our life is so tired. Melanie is fretting over her face and her youth, for the blind date; those movie stars do all kinds of things to hide the traces of time, just want to give audiences the impression that they are young forever.

My grandmother died when my mother was only 14. I haven’t seen her, but from the photo, I could see that she was really young at that time. She is always that young, in my mother’s heart, in my grandfather’s heart, because she died at a young age. But now, my grandfather is already 82. Wrinkles have crawled over his face; his hair has already turned white… I think, my grandfather would rather witness how wrinkles crawled over my grandmother’s face, how her black hair turned white, than memorize her for-ever youth in his rest life time.

The only way to keep young in others’ hearts, is to die at the time when you are the most beautiful. But I would rather see how my black hair turns white, how wrinkles crawl over his face, and how we get old together.