My girlfriend who has been running for ten years is getting married tomorrow

Chapter 24 Going to Xinjiang, Missing You Thousands of Miles Away (3)
On the day of Zishi's wedding, I was still in the Gobi Desert in Xinjiang, but Ling Yiyao sneaked back to Rugao to attend on my behalf, and quietly returned to Nanjing.Zishi's wedding was held in his hometown. According to Ling Yiyao, five banquet tables were set up in his house, and all relatives, friends and neighbors who could be called were invited.The old man's condition was already very bad, but he managed to sit up and drank a small cup of wine, talking vaguely, his expression did not look like a dying person.

"Did you see the bride?" I asked.

"Well, but I didn't talk to them," Ling Yiyao paused for a moment, and then said, "I admire them very much, and I'm also very envious."

I can understand both "admiration" and "envy", but I don't quite understand her putting the two words together.I really want to take her away and embark on a vigorous elopement road, but life is not an idol drama after all, and we are not the lucky ones who can be handsome and cute and someone can write a high-value check. Behind each of them is a pair of hard-working parents , and a complex family.

Only three days later, I finally had a clearer understanding of what Ling Yiyao meant by "admiration" and "envy"—Zishi's grandfather passed away peacefully, and the newlyweds knelt before the coffin to see him off in mourning.

This is a conservative world, as much happiness is born, as much misfortune is rampant.

Xiaomeng's girlfriend proposed to break up. Such a change made him extremely painful. He stayed on the excavator and worked hard all day, as if he wanted to turn over the entire construction site.The workers all laughed at him for being young and ignorant, worrying about a little emotional mess, talking and laughing, everyone seemed to forget the absurd youth of their youth.

The truck driver who delivered the food brought a few barrels of bulk liquor. On the Ching Ming Festival, we set up an incense table to worship our ancestors, and then cooked a big pot of mutton for dinner.Xiao Meng never drank alcohol, but this time he got very drunk, sat on the mound and wiped his tears, crying like a child until his voice trembled.

"Why the hell did I come to this ghostly place? She is so far away from me, as long as I turn off my phone, I don't even have a fucking chance to apologize and ask for peace." He cried.

"She's just making a fuss, maybe it'll be over in two days, don't worry," I comforted, and then thought of another question, "Why are you two arguing?"

"Why did you quarrel? I'm too embarrassed to say! She asked me to take a picture of the sunset in the Gobi Desert at five or six in the afternoon. I said I had to wait for two hours, and she got angry and wanted to break up."

I was speechless at once. Among all the long-distance relationships, this is probably the most unlucky and wronged one. I suffered jet lag in vain despite being in the same country.But I can't give much useful consolation, because I myself was a mud bodhisattva crossing the river at that time, and I couldn't protect myself.

Most people have a kind old man in their childhood, and Ling Yiyao spent her childhood at her grandfather's house, and it was at that time that she also practiced her beautiful handwriting with a pen.Last year, Ling Yiyao's grandfather died of liver cancer. According to the customs of his hometown, his descendants should go home to worship on the first Ching Ming Festival.

Ling Yiyao originally planned to go home for the Ching Ming Festival, but her cousin leaked the news secretly, saying that her mother had done a lot of publicity with her relatives and planned to win over her grandmother for ideological criticism.She was very disgusted with this situation and didn't know how to deal with it, so she simply gave up her plan to go home to worship her ancestors and spent the festival alone in Nanjing.

"How do you explain to your family?"

"What else can I say, the company still works overtime." As always, she is not good at lying. She made up lessons during school and worked overtime after graduation. This excuse was used time and time again.

"Do you want to go home?" I asked.

"Do not want to."

"Then why are you depressed?"

Ling Yiyao suddenly raised his voice, and replied impatiently: "Is it because I'm in a bad mood that I want to go home? Even if that's the case, can't I be homesick?"

I was confused by her yelling, and I didn't know where I made a mistake. After I hung up the phone and thought about it carefully, I realized that my question was really inappropriate.She is indeed very independent, but this independence is out of helplessness. After all, she is an ordinary girl who will be agitated by the pain of being unable to return home during the festival.

We began to build strong walls in our hearts again, unconsciously misinterpreting each other's words, causing meaningless quarrels again and again, and the relationship between the two was almost on the verge of "talking without speculation".Whenever we try to reach a consensus and restore harmony, her mother only needs to slap lightly, and the trust that has been hard-won between Ling Yiyao and me is faltering again.

"Luo Tingyu", the name still lingers, every time it appears is like an unexpected needle prick, which makes it difficult for me to control my emotions.It was as if my head was pinched by a door panel. I knew that Ling Yiyao was fighting with me, but I still couldn't help arguing with her time and time again, using this clumsy way to prove that she didn't leave me.

Later, Xiaomeng and I switched roles, and it was my turn to drink and sigh, while Xiaomeng put on a posture of seeing through the world, talking about all kinds of life principles that do not hurt your back when you stand and talk.

Every family has a scripture that is difficult to recite.The old Liu family is still the eternal problem. The youngest son has minor illnesses every three days, and the eldest daughter would rather close the small black room than go to the kindergarten. Only his wife is struggling to maintain it; the other workers are in a similar situation. Most of them It is a young man in his 40s or [-]s, or his parents are old and sick, or his children are perverted and rebellious.

Therefore, everyone here is equal, and among the Jiangdong children who go out to fight together, no one is above the other.We wore the same dirty overalls, smoked the same cheap cigarettes, had the same sincere emotions, and were the same exhausted men.

The cold winter has passed, and summer is coming one after another. As for spring and autumn, they only exist in theoretical seasons.Looking at it at a glance, you can actually see a few touches of green, with a bumpy wilderness ahead and a noisy construction site behind you.Our living conditions have improved slightly. At least the water pipes no longer burst every day, and we don't have to stop washing because of lack of water.

The number of vehicles entering and exiting the Gobi Desert has increased more than before. Occasionally, there are foreign vehicles, governments, banks, media, manufacturers, and various swindling project dealers.Whenever rows of colorful flags fly up, there are distinguished guests coming to the door, and all of us have to go out and try our best to create a scene in full swing.

Taking people's money and eliminating disasters for others, in addition to heavy work, we also have to accompany drinking, gambling, playing tricks, and spare no effort to support the scene.When Ling Yiyao called, he heard the sound of playing mahjong and asked, "Are you playing mahjong?"

I said: "Yeah."

"No wonder I didn't reply after I sent two text messages. You didn't even like poker before, but now you have become diligent and studious, and you even play mahjong."

I moved the phone away from my ear, took a quick glance, and saw two unread text messages on the phone, so I had to explain: "I'm wearing a bit thick clothes, so I didn't notice the vibration of the text message reminder."

Ling Yiyao said suspiciously: "Didn't you say that it's very hot in your place this afternoon, don't you want to be shirtless?"

"Yeah," I realized that it was time for daily misunderstandings again. "The temperature difference between day and night here is huge. It's so hot in the daytime that you shiver at night. Many people have caught a cold."

I thought she was going to be entangled in my failure to reply to the text messages in time again, and asked someone else to take over my mahjong tiles and go to the side to answer the phone, but she didn't bother with the text messages anymore, but calmed down and asked: "What about you?" Is there anything wrong?"

The tight string in my heart also relaxed, and I comforted: "It's okay, I'm in good health, and last time you asked me to bring a lot of cold medicine and anti-inflammatory medicine."

"Bah! I prepared those medicines for you not because I want you to take them!" She was silent for a moment, and then said, "I have a bad cold, my attention is distracted, I can't do anything well, and I can't ask for leave."

I could hear her hoarse voice, and occasionally a subdued cough, so I inquired, "Are you having a cold?"

"Ah."

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"What are you telling me?" Ling Yiyao smiled slightly and said, "I'm used to it, so what if I tell you, I can't tell you to cheer me up thousands of miles away, right? It's better to carry it yourself."

Her quiet words were more lethal than those loud accusations. I was so ashamed that I had nothing to say, and I was even embarrassed to comfort her.The only thing I can do is to earn this pot of gold as soon as possible, and then return home in good condition, and never leave her side.

"I hate you playing mahjong." She said again.

"I don't like playing mahjong either. If I want to cater to the owners and supervisors in this circle, I can only learn to play."

She questioned: "You can't say you can't learn? I don't believe that if you don't play mahjong, you can't work!"

I wanted to explain my difficulty, but hesitated for a moment, and promised: "Well, I won't fight in the future."

Mr. Gu of the project department of the owner is a mahjong basket. His Audi car is decorated with a "handsome" ivory mahjong tile. Whenever we ask him to sign a list, he likes to solve it on the mahjong table.For us, he has great power, and if we occasionally turn a blind eye and loosen our fingers, the benefits that leak out are considerable.For example, Xiaomeng's declaration of machinery shift, under the rounding calculation method, whether it is rounded or rounded up depends entirely on the general manager Gu.

When Lao Liu asked me to go to the project department of Party A to play mahjong and inquire about the supply of materials by the way, I said I didn't want to go, but Lao Liu glared, and I followed obediently.I'm not afraid of him, but I understand the importance of this matter - on the issue of whether the materials are provided by A or B, the owner's attitude has been vacillating. For them, the former saves money and the latter saves trouble.But for us, the second supply of materials is the best, so we don't have too much trouble, just afraid that we will make less money.

Lao Liu intends to accidentally lose thousands of dollars on the mahjong table, let Mr. Gu taste the sweetness, go to the owner's ear to blow the wind, and confirm the material procurement plan as second supply.In this way, even if the unit price of materials only changes by one or two yuan, our profit may increase by tens of thousands or even more than one hundred thousand. How can we not go to such a game?

So, I broke my promise to Ling Yiyao.

That day I was building the Great Wall with Mr. Gu and the supervisor, when Ling Yiyao called suddenly, I was so scared that I hurriedly left the mahjong table to answer the call, and lied that I was reading in bed.Unexpectedly, the idiot director couldn't figure out the situation, deliberately loudly rubbed the mahjong loudly, and shouted: "Gong Lu, come and draw the cards!"

Ling Yiyao heard it too, and asked, "Didn't you say you won't play mahjong?"

"I don't want to touch it either, but I can't help it."

"So you lied to me?"

I was stunned, and after a moment of silence, I said, "I don't want to lie, but I'm afraid of having conflicts with you."

"So lying is the easiest way to deal with me, right?" Her voice was still calm, like a very patient teacher pointing out the faults of a bad kid, but I knew that she was not that calm .

I don't know if all women are like this. They just played a game of mahjong for work, but she caused a crisis of trust. This situation made me think of the words "unreasonable trouble".

She asked again: "If they said that you must accompany them to find Miss, would you go too?"

"will not."

"Anyway, the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, and I'm not by your side. Even if I go, I don't know."

I couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, and said: "I do have luck in playing mahjong, but I know what I'm doing, and I'm worthy of anyone. I never liked mahjong, just like drinking liquor. I can't hide; I won't go to the lady, at most pay them out of my own pocket."

"But how can you tell me to believe it? Lying is addictive."

"I do not know!"

"Anyone will!" Her voice suddenly increased, "As long as lying tastes the sweetness, anyone will be addicted!"

Now I am finally speechless.Every night at twelve o'clock, I was so sleepy that my eyelids began to fight, and I had to force myself to sit at the mahjong table until late at night. The next morning, the owner, supervisor, and Lao Liu could sleep until the sun was up, but I had to drag at dawn. The tired body gets up and goes to work.I hate mahjong so much, if such a sweetness is obtained by lying, I am afraid that there would be no lies in the world.

I stood outdoors holding the phone, shivering in the cold wind, and said, "I hate lying, mahjong, and having misunderstandings with you but not being able to explain clearly. If I could choose, I would also like to be like Luo Tingyu. Worry-free, the garage is ready, and you can enjoy the shelter of your parents, and you don’t have to compromise to survive. But this kind of life won’t last long, please believe me.”

She was also silent over there, only heard her steady breathing, and said after a long time: "I believe in you."

Since that day, I have never played mahjong again. No matter how Lao Liu urged me, I would say "no" paranoidly.A simple incident caused serious consequences. Lao Liu couldn't get others to fill in the "three shortages and one", so Mr. Gu called a boss of the road construction team to fill in.But the road construction team has always been at odds with us. On the first day of moving in, there was a dispute over the construction of the shed. If the owner did not mediate, it might have been another full-scale martial arts.

Within a few days, the boss of the road construction team pulled their technicians to the poker table, and soon there was no place for Lao Liu, and he could only play Doudizhu with his own workers every night.For him, it's like a newborn piglet being pushed away from the belly of an old sow by its siblings. The first sip of hot milk must be hopeless—Mr. Gu originally rented our machinery to dig ditches and fill roads Now he uses the machinery of the road-building team instead.

"Whoever is closest will eat first. The rule of 'cutting Hu' does not only exist on the mahjong table." Lao Liu said.

I drew pictures on the computer and let him complain and blame.

Xiaomeng heard the trick, and he defended me: "It's okay, anyway, I don't like to help them work, those bird people don't understand anything and point fingers, and it's not easy to sign Taiwan classes."

(End of this chapter)