Left-behind women in Fuzhou

Chapter 1 The Story of Meiniang (1)
If you have no money, you must be handsome; if you are not handsome, you must be cool; if you are not cool, you must be talented; if you are not talented, you must be humorous; if you are not humorous, you must be Be faithful to women.

This is what Mei Niang told me when we first met.We sat face to face in the cafe that day, with two cups of coffee in front of us, filled with misty fragrance, floating in our sight, taking a sip, it made people deeply addicted.The music is like water, permeating the room. It's the kind of very romantic and loving music that always makes people's hearts jump.Mei Niang put her hands flat on the tables, her fingers were slender.She looked at me with that kind of deep and steady gaze, the gaze of a mature woman who has experienced storms.

Her neckline is very low, and her two full breasts almost burst out of her clothes, and her deep cleavage makes people think about it.At the moment of the conversation, I always glanced secretly, and then averted my eyes in panic.She obviously knew my reckless behavior, and there was an imperceptible smile on the corner of her mouth, like a gust of wind passing by the lake, and then turned calm again.

She talked about her loneliness and loneliness.She said that her husband went abroad to Iraq, and she was very worried. There would often be sudden gun battles, and the hateful American soldiers were always causing trouble. In the gun battles, there were always innocent civilian casualties, especially people from abroad.

I listened quietly, I don't know how to comfort her, because I, including my friends, have never had the experience of going abroad.Living in the north, it seems that the only way to go abroad is to study abroad. Going abroad seems very remote and difficult for us in the north.But here, in Fuzhou, I can hear the topic of going abroad anytime and anywhere. People here talk about going abroad as easily as talking about buying vegetables and cooking.Every day when I go to work, I have to go through an entry-exit management agency of the local public security, where there is a long queue of hundreds of meters every day, waiting to go through the relevant procedures.

They can only speak on the phone once a week because overseas calls are too expensive, she said.During the long night, the loneliness in her heart was hard to get rid of, and even the best TV programs became boring, and her mind buzzed when she picked up a book, so she had to go to the street.She wandered the streets at midnight, full of deep sadness in her heart.At that time, every pair of lovers who walked hand in hand made her envious. Her eyes were reaping the love of others, and her heart became more melancholy and confused.She didn't know where to go or when to go, she wandered alone like a homeless child.At that time, she needed so much to talk to and be comforted, even if it was an ugly person, even a migrant worker who had just returned from a construction site.But no one, no one came to talk to her, no one to soothe her sorrow.

I listened, but couldn't get a word in.I could only refill the glass in front of her, glass after glass.I saw tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, the tears were crystal clear, she didn't wipe them, she didn't notice.

It was late at night, and I stood up only to find that we were the only couple left in the coffee shop.It's closing time.

We walked out of the coffee shop, and the cool night breeze was blowing gently, which made people very comfortable.We cross the road and have to go to the opposite side to take a taxi.However, the traffic flowed like a tide, blocking us in the middle of the road. We felt like we were on an isolated island surrounded by waves, terrified and helpless.A large truck rumbled up, and the ground was trembling. She grabbed my hand tightly, and I took advantage of the situation to hold her hand in my palm, and then, it never separated.

In the taxi, I told the master the name of the community where I live.She leaned on my shoulder, closed her eyes, and the street light shining through the window glass shone on her face, and I saw her face full of intoxication.

During those days, my colleague Chen Kai and I rented a flat in Jiucai Lane, Fuzhou, each with a small bedroom.The colleague next door is already living with his girlfriend. Every night, there will be the creaking sound of the bed lever and heavy breathing, which makes it difficult for me to fall asleep every night.Later, we left Fuzhou together, he went to Changsha, and I went to Wuhan.

When I was working at a newspaper office in Wuhan, one morning, before I got up, the phone rang suddenly. It was a call from that colleague. He came to see me, and he had already arrived at Wuhan Railway Station.I got up in a hurry, washed, made the bed, and opened the door. They were already standing at the door. His slender girlfriend was holding a child in her arms. They had become a family of three.I was astonished and envious.

He is my best friend in Fuzhou. To this day, we still often talk on the phone and exchange greetings.

That night, Meiniang and I came to Jiucai Alley. The narrow alleys did not allow vehicles to pass through. We walked into the depths of the alley arm in arm. The night wind gently brushed her long hair, which caressed mine. cheek.Her body has a fragrance.We leaned shoulder to shoulder, and there was a raging passion surging in our hearts.

Then, go up the narrower stairs.There are no street lights, and the bulbs were stolen at some point.We held hands even tighter, I struggled with every step in front, and she followed closely behind.We had just climbed up to the first floor, and we suddenly stopped together. We hugged each other tightly at the same time. I heard her panting heavily. I don’t know if it was because of excitement or because she was too tired from climbing the stairs. There was also a soft moan. .

Later, I climbed all the way to the fifth floor where I lived, and the climb was slow and long.In the two years in Fuzhou, only this time it took me the longest time to go upstairs, and I always remember it the most.

Between a man and a woman who are strangers to each other, as long as the thin layer of paper is pierced, everything else will be logical and will come naturally.

The lights in Chen Kai's room next door have been turned off, and they may have fallen asleep.I opened the door and walked her in lightly.The hazy moonlight shines in through the curtains, making everything in the room dim. The large double bed seems to be waiting for us quietly with open arms.As soon as she got to the bedside, she couldn't wait to hug me and rolled down on the bed, the bed board creaked in pain.

At that time, I didn't understand anything, and my girlfriend and I just hugged and kissed during my long three-year relationship in college.Sometimes, my impulses surge like a mountain torrent, looking for a breakthrough to rush down a thousand miles, but she always sticks to the embankment firmly, saying that she will give me everything on the day of marriage.However, I didn't wait until the day I got married. As soon as I graduated from college, she became the lover of a wealthy businessman.The rich man bought her first night with money, and she sold it for a price, and finally sold it for a good price.

Mei Niang started to undress my clothes, her fingers were trembling.She stroked my pectoralis major, and pressed her face against it. My breasts were wet with her tears.She hugged my waist tightly again, and pressed her face against my lower abdomen. At this moment, a cat meowing sounded from downstairs.

Until now, I can still remember the meowing of the cat downstairs that night, and the meowing was louder than ever.At first it was a cat meowing, and then many cats echoed in unison.Those days were late spring, and in the middle of the night, there was always a cat crying shrillly and long.When I first heard it, I thought someone's abandoned child was crying.I once told Chen Kai that the parents of that family were so cruel, I wanted to go downstairs and pick him up for adoption.Chen Kai's girlfriend smiled secretly, and she said to me, that's the sound of a cat meowing, it's just like you, thinking of spring.I just understood.

I often think of Mei Niang, she is the first woman in my life, no man will forget his first time, no matter how many women she will experience in her life, just like women will never forget.I think, in this life, I will always miss her and love her from the bottom of my heart.

That night, when the first passion turned into a babbling brook, flowing into the unknown darkness, I lay in bed, feeling as if lying on the surface of slow-moving water, and floating in the sky, I became a stream A cloud, or a stream.Never felt better, never felt more refreshed, never felt better.Through the window, I saw a crescent moon hanging in the sky, and I remembered the text I learned when I was a child, "The crooked moon is like a boat, and the small boat has sharp ends". The happy memories that had been forgotten for a long time now all appeared in front of my eyes.I almost fainted.

Mei Niang lay on her side, her palm gently rubbing my lower abdomen, gently, like a gust of wind passing by.Then, she got up and kissed my forehead, eyelids, and then my mouth. Our tongues were intertwined, separated, and intertwined again, like two strings of flames that were indistinguishable from each other, and slowly ignited again. Lust hidden in the depths.She continued to kiss, all the way down, my chest was wet, I don't know if it was her tears or sweat.

When we once again fell from the peak of happiness to the trough of dizziness, Mei Niang rolled over and lay beside me, but our fingers were still tightly intertwined.The calls of the stray cats downstairs also fell silent, and in the silent room, only our cheerful breathing was heard.One after another, the sounds are connected.

Mei Niang said that she was 28 years old, 5 years older than me.Her home is in Nanping, a city in northern Fujian, which is said to have been the seat of the ancient kingdom of Minyue.That city is well-known in the South for being rich in beautiful women.

A few months later, I went on a business trip to Nanping, the hometown of Mei Niang. The city in northern Fujian, hidden in the green hills, is extremely beautiful. You can see graceful and graceful women everywhere on the street, with a kind of aura in every gesture. Everyone's ladylike charm.They generally have slender legs, white faces, plump lips, and elegant temperament.Mei Niang said that it was because the blood of the Minyue royal family was rushing in their veins.

We didn't fall asleep until very late that night.

I didn't wake up until the next afternoon, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Meiniang standing in front of the window, slowly combing her long hair, which was scattered behind her shoulders like a waterfall, as black as Ink dyed.She has no hair, she is plump, her buttocks are like rolling hills, and her skin has a healthy luster.I walked over quietly and reached out to hug her from behind, and she leaned her head on my shoulder coquettishly.At that moment, I felt that I could never live without her in this life.

I don't know how many times I met Mei Niang, we went to her house together.Her family lives in a place called "Palace Lane". "Gongxiang" and the three lanes and six lanes whose names I can't remember now are collectively called "three lanes and seven lanes".This is the most famous place in Fuzhou, which carries the vicissitudes and history of Fuzhou.Now these places are very old and simple, with mottled walls, jagged roof tiles, and luxuriant weeds and thick moss growing on the roofs.Every Fuzhou person is proud of these places, and they often talk about such places consciously or unconsciously in front of outsiders, showing pride and arrogance.Walking on the bluestone-paved road of "Three Lanes and Seven Alleys", it seems to have stepped into the long scroll of the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China.The alleys are full of former residences of celebrities - Sa Zhenbing, Lin Zexu, Fang Shengdong, Lin Juemin...

The first time I walked in the alley, I held my breath and walked lightly, as if I was worried that I would wake them up who had been sleeping for hundreds of years.It turns out that Mei Niang's family is also descended from celebrities. 100 years ago, only people with outstanding prestige could live in these places. In that not-too-distant era, every rider who passed by here had to lead his horse on foot and pass by.No matter how rich a businessman is, it is rare to buy a foothold here.

I have only been to Mei Niang's house a few times, but every time I can meet her sister-in-law Ah Qing.Ah Qing is always dressed in trendy clothes, exuding a vigorous youthful atmosphere.The stylish Ah Qing stood in front of those ancient houses with brick and wooden pillars, and it was as beautiful as an oil painting.I once took many photos of her and posted them on the website, making many netizens envious.

But Ah Qing said that she didn't like this place. This place is too old, far away from modern times, willing to stay poor, and has long been outdated.She would rather choose bungalows and villas, she wants to be in harmony with modern times.

So, when her brother went to Iraq, she was the first to encourage.Money, she said, is the most important thing to a person, especially a man.

I didn't expect that when I came to Fuzhou for the second time, the first acquaintance I met was Ah Qing. I didn't expect that Ah Qing had grown up and was completely reborn.

That evening, we sat together at Dongjiekou in Fuzhou, and there was still a lot of people here until midnight, and pairs of fashionable men and women walked past us, whispering to each other.The sound of the disco poured out of the glass like a tide.The nightlife of urban youth has just begun.

I talked about my depression, my old job, and my current unemployment.I don't know if I can gain a firm foothold when I return to Fuzhou a year later.I still want to do journalism, I still want to be a reporter.I like this profession, I don't know what else I can do after leaving this profession.However, there are only two newspapers in Fuzhou.

She said that a city newspaper in this city was recruiting a few days ago, you can give it a try.

The next day, I walked into a tall building in the north of the city and was greeted by a small, elderly man wearing black-rimmed glasses.When he was interviewing me, he was smoking non-stop. It was the kind of soft-packed Zhonghua that cost tens of yuan a box, which made me think of people's fat and people's cream.Now that I think about how rudimentary his questions were, he asked me if I had a car?What should I do in future interviews? I said that I can buy a bicycle first, then a motorcycle, and then a car, as long as the newspaper is profitable.He also asked me if I had any published works. I put a few novels I had published in front of him, and he fell silent for a while, looking at me in amazement, his glasses almost falling off the bridge of his nose.I told him again that I came from a newspaper that had a very strong response and was very influential at the time, but was strangled in the cradle by relevant parties. He immediately said, okay, okay, you come to work tomorrow .

In this way, I became a reporter in Fuzhou again.The newspaper office broke up with the reporters, and I was arranged to go to the police station.When the public security organs cracked any big or weird cases, I would appear on the scene as soon as possible like a hound, competing with another newspaper in the same city for news.

What I didn't expect was that during this summer, I experienced shocks again and again. When I was interviewing those cases, I actually met Mei Niang, A Lian, Wang Jing, and Jing Rong.And they experienced the fission of heaven and hell after I left for a year.

At that time, in front of Mei Niang, I was always like a little brother.She is tall and plump, with an unrestrained temperament. She is almost the same height as me in the north, so that I have been wondering if she has Russian blood on her body, because in the late Qing Dynasty, a Russian navy was stationed here. Rising Japan, they helped the decadent Manchu Qing to train a "Northern Fleet" known as Asia's No. Mixed race kids.

I didn't ask Mei Niang about her bloodline, I know that's a shameful mark.

When we walk together, we always like to cross our fingers together. When encountering oncoming bicycles and turbulent crowds, she always takes a step forward like a big sister, blocking me with her plump body and moving me.On my rest day, we meet on the Dongjiekou overpass, and then walk south along the straight Bayi [-]th Road, passing through the Nanmendou with a very tall and very old ancient banyan tree, passing through Chating Street, which is full of handicrafts and cheongsam and Tang suit shops, comes to Zhongting Street on the bank of the Minjiang River at dusk.At that time, Zhongting Street was the busiest time of the day.The quaint Fujian opera music was sung in the mouths of those old ladies in red and green with a thick layer of makeup on their faces, adding to the desolation.Boys and girls wearing tights pedaled roller skates and swept across the square like the wind, with exclamations splashing behind them.The magnificently decorated cruise ship is docked by the Minjiang River, with the sound of Guan Xuan music and misty laughter floating in the wind.A row of tea tables and low stools were set up along the river, and the shirtless diners were drinking and drinking, shouting, and their faces were full of red.This is the most popular place in Fuzhou.Every time we find a seat, sit down, and then reach out to say hello to Xiao Er—two draft beers!Every time we got drunk, we took a taxi home together.

Mei Niang once said, if I hadn't met you, I wouldn't know what I am now.I'm either crazy or a fool.I cannot bear the long torment of loneliness.

Mei Niang also said that many left-behind women eventually chose "Bao Erye" and spent the money their husbands earned abroad on domestic Erye.But you don't want my money.

I said, I'm not the second master, I don't need money.I just need you because I love you.

She smiled brightly and tenderly.She said, don't fall in love with me, I'm already someone else's wife.

I said coquettishly on purpose, I don't care, I don't care.

He patted my face gently and said, silly boy.

The days passed peacefully, so peacefully that no trace was left.Like a river, it flows away quietly, without even a circle of ripples.

I have been waiting for the Friday off day, because on the off day, I can be with Mei Niang.I call her whenever I have time, and I spend a long time on the phone every time, whether I am walking on a busy street or in the dead of midnight.I say over and over, I love you, I love you.Mei Niang is always smiling on the other end of the phone, her laughter is very sweet and seductive, it reminds me of her trembling appearance.

And every time we returned to the room and closed the door, we couldn't wait to unbutton each other's clothes, groping for each other as novel as the first time, from head to toe, suppressing the ecstasy in our hearts.We hugged, eyes closed, tongues exploring each other's lips, murmuring, love you, love you.

(End of this chapter)