Please translate into English: reputation. She was silent for a long time, then she looked up at me and said, "Hong, I love you so much, but at the same time, I hate you even more!" After biting my younger brother, our ancestral home became connected. So, we grew up playing, going to school, and taking care of my sick older brother together. We were stunned; my family wasn't wealthy, how could we possibly come up with such a large sum of money? Qing's wedding date was approaching day by day, and we were anxious like ants on a hot pot. Finally, one evening, Qing couldn't hold back anymore and called me to the dock where we often met. That night, it rained heavily! We stood in the rain, letting it soak us.
As time passed, the bite mark gradually faded, and finally, I fell ill. Life without her was so painful, I missed her deeply in my heart. It was clear that she was having a hard time too. I stared at her blankly, tears involuntarily streaming down my face. The next day, I took 5000 yuan and gave it to her. There was no one else at home, and she looked at me dumbfounded, showing some dependence in her eyes.
With the passage of time, she quickly transformed from a little girl with braids into a graceful young lady, very beautiful; with an oval face and fair skin. At that time, after school, my duty was to follow her. I thought I would do anything for her because we loved each other so deeply! In our hearts, there was only each other, no room for anyone else...
Beautiful things are always fleeting. Just as we were about to graduate, misfortune finally found us. Her family encountered trouble and needed 10,000 yuan for her brother's surgery. Her family decided to marry her off, using the dowry to solve their problems. Back then, we were so close that adults would often say to us: "You might as well just marry her."
On the surface, I could go days without eating to save a little money to buy her small trinkets. She would also secretly give me things. Our chances to meet were few, but our love grew stronger. I could walk over twenty miles just to see her once. If she left my side, I felt I would die. I didn't speak, I couldn't harm my brother, nor could I let her bear any bad reputation. Boys older than me would fight fiercely over her; in my eyes, she was like a precious yet fragile porcelain doll, and I wouldn't allow anyone to touch her.
Whenever people said such things, she would look at me seriously. Even though I was young, I could sense something deep in her gaze. Time flew by in our laughter, and soon high school arrived. Since we attended different schools, our meetings became rare. One day, I realized I couldn't accept her anymore... In the afternoon, after signing a promise not to fight, she left. I knew she did this to avoid me. From then on, we lost contact.
I was so regretful... Could it be that I waited for her for three years just to atone for my sins? Was my love for her so shallow that I cared whether she had been married before? Or had I stopped loving her? Or, as you said, the person you love and the person who loves you often aren't the ones you spend your whole life with?
Regretting everything, I swore not to have any contact with women for three years. I would earn a lot of money... During these three years, I worked tirelessly towards my goal. I succeeded; I was no longer the same person I used to be. I had my own business, and finally, I could win her back. That's what I thought...
Last Spring Festival, she returned, darker, thinner, and with a little girl. She had changed, no longer the person I remembered. Qing sobbed, her tears more abundant than the rain. She tightly hugged me, softly calling my nickname. Unable to resist, I kissed her. Her lips were so soft, so sweet, I thought I would never forget this kiss... For a long time, Qing pushed me away, her eyes shining with hope as she said, "Let's go together! Without you, I can't..."
Just as I was about to leave, she suddenly hugged me again. I was stunned. She kissed me, and I realized this kiss was bitter. After drinking a sip, she ran away. Watching her retreating figure, I lacked the courage to chase after her...
Qing finally left. Without her, the courtyard felt so desolate. Every day, I looked at the bite marks on my body, hoping they would never fade. Tears welled up in my eyes... She accepted the money silently without saying anything. I found that I had nothing to talk about with her anymore...