Left-behind women in Fuzhou

Chapter 10 Alian's Story (4)
I had to use left and right directions to direct the van that wobbled and swayed like an asthmatic and made a lot of noise.In the yard of the police station just now, I found several Honda and Santana police cars, and they are going to use this van that is struggling to move.

The county seat is not big, and it takes only ten minutes to go to the end.The van stopped at the entrance of that hotel, and I led the police to climb up to the roof. However, the wooden house was already empty.On the ground, there are only torn mats, smelly socks, and wiped toilet paper from the hasty relocation.

The policeman with the mole was very angry. He stared at me and asked, who is it?where?Who did you report?
What can i say.Those girls are probably hiding in some hotel room right now, maybe they are being guarded by the thugs, but what else can I say.They should know better than me.

I suddenly felt great fear.I want to leave here as soon as possible, leave the county, and leave this "five-acre-three-point land" under their jurisdiction, the sooner the better.

I said, I'm leaving, I'm sorry to trouble you.Please also send me to the hotel where I am staying.

The policeman with the mole asked, why?
I said, now they must have been eyeing me, you must protect my safety.

He smiled, very comfortably, and said contemptuously, you only know how to be afraid now?

I don't want to say anything more, I feel a great shame after being humiliated.I was alone, and I was terrified.These people's policemen standing in front of me with guns and those gangsters hiding in the dark with knives terrified me.

The van only took me to the fork in the road leading to the hotel where I was staying, and I didn't want to drive any further.They said that there was a fight in the suburbs and they were going to deal with it.Then, he turned around and disappeared into the dust in the county town.

I almost ran to the hotel at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint.I have to get out of here before the underworld knows where I live.Rushing into the room on the third floor, I grabbed my backpack and jumped to the first floor three steps at a time.When I passed a room being cleaned on the first floor, I saw two people walking in from the door of the hotel, one of whom was a man with a scar on his face.I dodged into the room and signaled the cleaner to be quiet.I heard them being stopped by the front desk clerk, they gave my room number, said it was my friend, and went upstairs.I hurried out of the hotel.

However, standing on the street, looking around at a loss, there is not even a taxi in this remote small county.The invisible and frightening murderous intent is approaching step by step, but I cannot escape.

I could only run in from an alley, and a dirty, muddy puppy was chasing me and barking. I kicked it over, and it ran away with its tail between its legs.The alley was deserted.I ran to the end only to realize it was a dead end.I climbed over the wall and landed on a grassy wasteland. On the other side of the wasteland, the long arms of the excavator were stretching up and down, like a steel warrior played by Schwarzenegger.

Crossing the wasteland, I stopped a tuk-tuk.I have no direction.I tightened the curtains on both sides of the window, lowered my head and said to the driver, take me out of the city as fast as possible.

Mo's chug chug started, and the sound was very harsh and drove out of the city.There was no glass or curtains in the front of the carriage, and I saw some hideous-looking people wandering on the street, looking at everyone passing by.

After leaving the county town, I came to a gas station. I saw a big truck about to start. I jumped off the motorcycle and climbed into the high cab of the truck. I said, Master, please give me a ride. I am a reporter.I took out my press card for him to see.He didn't look at it, and said with a simple smile, get in the car.

The big truck started rumbling and moved forward with thunder like a tank, so I felt a little relieved.The driver was very enthusiastic and took out his drink for me to drink, and I waved my hand.All I had was fear, and I no longer felt thirsty, even though my brow was sweating profusely.The driver said, the reporter is good.Then I complained, you reporters should take care of it, the police often stop the car, regardless of whether you are overloaded or not, you will be fined if you stop.Empty cars are also fined, either because your car has not been cleaned, or if you are speeding.The money earned every month is given to the police.

There was a wry smile in my heart, I can't even control myself now, I am being chased by the underworld and the police, how can I control the police.The common people are the kindest. The common people think that the reporter is the uncrowned king, and that the reporter is the embodiment of social justice. However, the reporter beside him, who is considered a well-known reporter in the circle, can't even protect himself now.

Several motorcycles passed by the big trucks, and I saw their yellow hair from a height. They were the thugs of the obscene show, and they were going to intercept me in front.I have to get out of the car.

The big truck turned a corner, I got out of the car, and climbed up the mountainside by grabbing weeds and tree roots along the small path beside the road. Looking back, I saw a few more motorcycles passing by from the bottom of the mountain. The people sitting behind the motorcycle Holding a machete and a wooden stick in his hand.The machete glistened in the sun.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and it was Ah Qing.She has been concerned about my safety.I described my immediate situation.She burst into tears and kept saying what to do, what to do, should she go to the police?I said, the police were the ones chasing and killing me.

Ah Qing said, come back soon, and don't be a reporter after you come back.Anything is better than being a reporter.

I turned off my phone, fearing that the phone would ring again and give away my whereabouts.

I broke off a sapling, and broke it into a stick fit for use.As a last resort, I will fight them to the death.I have been practicing martial arts since I was 13 years old, and it is difficult to get close to three or more people.But here, surrounded by the underworld, if I were found, I would have no hope of surviving.

It took me several hours to climb over the mountain, and it was dusk when I came to the foot of the mountain.I threw away the stick and stood in the middle of the road to intercept traffic, hoping to give me another ride.However, several cars came in front of them, honking their horns loudly and driving past, with puffs of black smoke angrily emitting from the rear of their buttocks.The sun was gradually sinking to the west, and I suddenly remembered the scene of Wu Song going to Jingyanggang in "Water Margin". There is a sentence in the book-when I look back at the sun, it gradually falls.Jin Shengtan commented that - when I get here, even if there are no big bugs, I will cry in fright.And I, with a sore throat at the time, really wanted to cry.

Fortunately, another truck stopped. When I saw that it was a foreign license plate, I expressed my embarrassment. The driver said straightforwardly that if they stopped me, I just didn't stop.It's almost out of the realm of fame now.come up.

The truck roared off.I sat in the bumpy carriage, tears streaming down my face.Turning on the phone, there are many text messages, all from Ah Qing.

After driving out of Daming, I realized that I had fled all the way to Wuyi Mountain, which was the opposite direction to Fuzhou.I ran away in a panic on the mountain road just now, and actually left my digital camera on the mountain. There are photos of obscene performances I secretly took in it.

There are many ways to commit suicide, one of which is to be a left-behind woman.

Alian said so.

When Alian said this, I was standing on the balcony of her house looking at the clear sky outside the window.The curtains were drawn, and the sliding windows were also opened, revealing the outside world at a glance.The sun shone cheerfully in the room, on the bed, and on Alian's bloodless and extremely pale face.In the sky, there are two unknown birds flying.Chasing each other for a while, and flying together for a while.Downstairs, the Minjiang River flows quietly in the afternoon sun, with scales of light rippling on the surface of the river.

We had just returned from the hospital that day.I hugged Alian on the bed, her body was very light, like a feather, her collarbone protruded from her neck, and her cheeks were sunken.She was leaning against the head of the wooden bed, her hair covered an unusually thin face, but her eyes were bright and big.Her skin was as thin as paper, and beneath the paper were protruding bones.She was so thin, it was pitifully thin.

I stood on the balcony, looking at the boundless distance, and suddenly felt a little sad.Such an excellent woman, and her equally excellent daughter, can only live in a world without love, and live like years.What's the use of such a beautiful house without love, it's just a beautiful tomb.

Come, sit beside me, I suddenly feel very scared very scared.Alian said.

I walked over, sat beside her, and gently held her in my arms.She was as light as a baby and as calm as a baby.She closed her eyes and rested her head on my shoulder, looking very peaceful.Her withered and yellow hair was like weeds, gently brushing my shoulders, which was only wearing a vest, a little itchy, but also a little sweet.I looked at her, and I felt pain and pain in my heart.The innocence is really unfair, it created such a beautiful woman, but made her endure such torture.I thought of Du Liniang's libretto in "The Peony Pavilion" that I learned in college: It turns out that there are all kinds of colorful flowers, but like this, they are ruined.At that time, we just felt that the libretto was so beautiful and wonderful, but we didn't understand its content. Only today did I know that there is boundless sadness and despair hidden behind it.Is beauty doomed to end badly, is beauty doomed to walk with loneliness?
Alian said, I don't need anything, even if I have nothing, I just need a complete family, a loving family.

I comforted her, I said, in fact, there are too many unsatisfactory things in this world.The ancients said that nine out of ten things are often unsatisfactory in life.As the folk saying goes, every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite.Don't get too sad, everyone has a hard time.

Alian's eyelashes trembled, and a soft sigh came out of her mouth.Gently, like a leaf falling gently.

A-Lian also said, in fact, God has already blessed me enough, it has already given me a beautiful and intelligent daughter, how can I be greedy?I should be satisfied.

My daughter is everything to me.Alian said.

Later, the weak Alian fell asleep leaning on my shoulder, with a smile on her lips, like a child.In order to avoid waking her up, I just leaned against the bed, half sitting and half lying down, until she woke up in the middle of the night.

The door of Alian's room was rarely opened, and no one knew what kind of woman lived in this house.In this city, people are used to being beggar-thy-neighbor.A-Lian stayed in the house day after day, like staying in a dry well, letting the time go by slowly, letting the beauty fade away, and letting the wrinkles creep up on her forehead.No one bothered her, and occasionally there would be a soft, hesitant knock on the door. It was those cleanly dressed salesmen who came to make sales. They were timid and panicked, but sincere.Whenever they came, Alian would always buy what they had.

Alian once told me that she would do her best to help all the poor people.

A-Lian and I have never had sex in bed, never.We are just very good friends, close and talk about everything.She said that when we were together, she would fall asleep and sleep soundly.Sometimes she rests on my lap, sometimes on my shoulder, and sometimes in my arms.Looking at her delicate face in deep sleep, my heart is really peaceful and clear.I have no impulse, we are like brother and sister, only care and love.

She is different from Meiniang, a tall and plump Meiniang, a Meiniang exuding vitality, and a kind of wild beauty, which made me fall in love at first sight.Even our light hugs and light kisses keep me horny.Perhaps, because of the matter of the bed, I fell in love with Meiniang so deeply, so deeply in love, and so painfully in love.But with Alian, I only have a deep pity.

We also talk about sex a lot.Alian said she was not interested in sex, she thought it was dirty and shameless.

I can't figure out why A-Lian, who is in her prime, is doing this. She is not inferior, and she knows she is beautiful. One morning, I saw her admiring herself in the mirror in the bathroom, baring her teeth on purpose like a child. Grin, then smile happily.I broke in suddenly, she was very embarrassed, and quickly pretended to be nonchalant.There are many photos in her photo album, including those of her rock climbing, outings, walking by the sea in a swimsuit, and her own body photography, all of which are very beautiful and classic.She often took it out to admire, but her face was full of melancholy and loss.She said that thinking of the beautiful time in the past seems like a lifetime away, but now she is old.

She is not old, she is only 24 years old. 24 years old is the golden age for a girl.

She married very early, like most girls in southern Fujian.

Old, just her state of mind.

It wasn't until one day that I realized that A-Lian had been hurt ten years ago.

One day ten years ago, Alian was walking home at night with her schoolbag on her back. At that time, she was in the first grade of junior high school.I don't know why I came home late that night.The night was dark and windy.The roadside is a dark forest, the wind blows the leaves, as if there are countless footsteps rushing forward.She was terrified.A tall black figure approached, approached, suddenly covered A-Lian's mouth, and pushed her into the woods.

Alian's clothes were torn, and then, great pain covered her whole body.

At dawn, the family found Alian in the woods. Her naked body was covered with a layer of withered and yellow leaves.

When Alian told me about this incident that day, she was very calm, as if she was telling someone else's story.She said that she never told anyone about this, including her husband.She told her husband that her hymen was torn during exercise.

This matter is the eternal pain in Alian's heart. She said that since then, she has been very afraid of sex life.She is terrified of sex.

After A-Lian finished speaking, two teardrops slipped quietly down to her cheeks, crystal clear and translucent.Alian has always been very strong, this is the first time I saw her cry.

Little Nana goes home once a week.

Every time the nanny takes little Nana home, this lonely home that has been quiet for a long time will be full of vitality.Little Nana was scurrying in and out of the room, running around, rolling somersaults on the thick carpet.The room was filled with her carefree laughter, bright and loud.The auntie nanny stood quietly, with a smile on her face.

This time was also the happiest time for A-Lian, a rare smile appeared on her pale face.Little Nana was tired from playing, so she held her in her arms, kissed her sweaty forehead, and combed her messy hair with her fingers.Alian's kind eyes are touching.

Look how white my daughter's skin is.Once, Alian said to me.

Little Nana was extremely fair, and the blue capillaries under her skin were faintly visible.Her round face was glazed like porcelain, without blood.I felt that kind of white was not normal, it was not the white that children should have, but I didn't tell Alian.

Little Nana fell asleep soon after she was tired from playing. She slept soundly and slept for a long time.Until the next day when it was time for school, Alian woke her up from her sleep, but her eyes were still hazy.Then, the nanny aunt who came from home put her in a taxi.

I have seen that tall, handsome but lifeless man at Alian's house several times. His eyes are yellow and his fingers are slender, just like a girl's.Sometimes he is clean, other times he is sloppy.He seldom speaks, and walks away in a hurry every time he meets me.I've always been skeptical.

Until one day, Alian told me that it was a duck she met in a disco.

In Fuzhou, a small city, there are too many ducks.In many cities I've traveled through.Fuzhou is undoubtedly the place with the most dense ducks.Whether it's in a disco bar or in a hair salon on the street.Always meet them.They are generally tall and slender, dressed in neat clothes, with long hair or dyed hair, the hair sprayed with gel water is combed back, revealing the smooth forehead.This is their professional attire.They depend on rich women and left-behind women like parasites to survive, and people treat them more disgustingly than those prostitutes waiting for customers on the street.

There are many rivers in the urban area of ​​Fuzhou. Willow trees are planted on both sides of those rivers that pass through the city, and the soft silk is covered with hair, which attracts people's imagination.Under the willow trees, there are barbecue restaurants that are only open at night.Every midnight, tables of ducks and ladies gather in front of the barbecue restaurant, shouting and making noise.The ducks are topless, with slippers on; the ladies only wear bras, with heavy makeup on their faces.Cups and plates were messed up on the table, and piles and piles of toilet paper stained with snot after wiping their mouths were on the floor.These human scum just got off work from nightclubs, hotels, sauna towns, pubs, disco bars, hair salons and more.

Their noise alarmed the upstairs residents, and those local residents dared not speak out, so they could only close and open the window sash over and over again, and beat their own windows to protest.People on bicycles from the night shift passed them, squinting at them with contempt.They don't care.

People in Fuzhou call men who sell their bodies ducks, and women who prostitute themselves chickens.They are all very vivid names.

The duck that often comes to Alian's house is called Fang Jie.Once I heard A-Lian call him that.

I was very angry, why A-Lian would also look for ducks, and why she had become so decadent.And she kept telling me that she was not interested in sex.

I began to hate Alian, she turned out to be a lewd, hypocritical, dirty bad woman.

When I first came to Fuzhou, a colleague from the newspaper once told me about it.There is a local saying in Fujian - good men do not marry Fuzhou women, and good women do not marry Putian men.

(End of this chapter)