Left-behind women in Fuzhou

Chapter 15 The Story of Jingrong (2)
She said she didn't know I was staying here tonight, but she didn't want to.They beat her and threatened her.They grabbed her by the hair and slammed her against the wall, scarring her forehead.She had no choice but to come in.

I stroked her hair gently with my hand, I was so moved that I didn't know what to say.A sense of arrogance rose from the bottom of my heart.I picked up the bedside phone and called the front desk.I said, tell the person who registered the room for me, this lady, I will book the night tonight, and don't let anyone disturb me again.

I stood up and snapped the latch on the back of the door.

I stayed up all night that night, and I heard footsteps outside the door every once in a while, soft and hesitant footsteps like thieves, they must be eavesdropping on the movement inside the room with their ears pressed against the crack of the door.I coughed hard, and the sound of footsteps outside the door disappeared in panic.Thief!After all, they are petty thieves!I opened the phone book and turned to the page that recorded the phone number of the duty room of the Fuan City Public Security Bureau. If they dared to break into the door, I would call and inform them immediately.

There was no danger that night, and it was different from the one I had in Daming two years later.The big name is the collusion of the police and the gangsters, and they want to put me to death; but on this night in Fu'an, I kept in touch with the local police, and I was confident.

Jing Rong fell asleep early, she didn't take off her clothes, she lay on her side, holding the quilt in her arms.She slept soundly, and occasionally she would babble a few words in her sleep, her voice was vague and full of the coquettishness of a young girl.Looking at her round face in deep sleep, and her blushing face, I suddenly thought of my childhood, the happy childhood spent at my grandmother's house in the northern countryside.The winter nights in the north are always very long and long. My grandma and I sat on the warm kang with our legs under the quilt.Grandma told me stories. In grandma's stories, there is always a fight between justice and evil, and in the end justice always triumphs over evil.There are also stories and legends about wolves. The tall wolf runs on the bleak snowfield in the north, the snow and fog rolled up by its four hooves, and its long howl makes the leaves fall.At that time, I always dreamed of being chased by wolves. When I was desperate, I woke up with a loud cry. I opened my eyes and saw the moonlight shining on the wall through the window lattice, like bright long swords... …

Looking at the sleeping Jingrong, a trace of warmth flashed across my heart.I stretched out my palm and gently stroked her face. Her face was a little hot, and her skin was delicate and soft.She woke up suddenly, her long eyelashes fluttered a few times like a frightened bird, then she opened her eyes and looked at me with a comfortable smile on her face.She moved inside and said, come up and lie down, you haven't slept yet?
I took off my shoes, lay down next to her, and then turned off the bed lamp. The room suddenly fell into darkness, but the happiness in my heart quietly overflowed.Everything in the room was shadowy, and everything in front of me seemed illusory and unreal. I forgot that there were many dangers and dangers outside the door, and I forgot that I was in danger. shoulders.In the hazy sky, I saw her smiling happily, her white teeth shining brightly.

She said that she had not slept so comfortably for a long time.Ever since my husband went abroad, he was always in shock all night long, but tonight, he seemed to be back home again, lying on his own bed again.

We were so close that we could hear each other's breathing.Her breathing is long and even, like an old lady shaking a spinning wheel skillfully; my breathing is urgent and short, like a walking tractor climbing a slope.There was a smell on her body, the smell of green apples, a little astringent and sweet.That kind of smell that can only be found on young girls, this smell cannot be replaced by any cosmetics.Having been ravaged and trampled by many men, she still retains this smell. Perhaps, only a girl with a pure heart will have this smell.

Her head was buried on my chest, and as she breathed, her soft and undulating chest approached me continuously. The smell of green apples filled the room, and the lust that had dissipated in my heart began to gather slowly again. Like a trickle after the rain, it flows into the pond together, submerging the weeping willows beside the pond.She fell asleep again, and there was a soft snoring sound, a very intoxicating snoring sound, soft and long.

I suddenly blamed myself deeply, she believed in me so much, she risked to tell me the snare built by others, told me the truth of the matter, lying by my side defenseless, maybe in her heart, she put me As my husband or brother, I cherish me without any selfish desires, but I have such dirty thoughts about her.I am so sorry for her.If I do that kind of thing tonight, I believe she won't refuse, however, my image in her heart will fall in an uproar and shatter into countless pieces.If I did that, I would be no different from the johns who bullied her, I would be a disgraceful john.

At dawn, she woke up again, opened her eyes and looked at me, and said apologetically, sorry, I was too tired and fell asleep alone.you up all night?
I said, can't sleep.

She turned over and lay on her back, got out of my arms, and said, I'm sorry, it hurts your arm.

I said, nothing.

She said, from the last time I saw you, I knew you were a good person.

I smiled and said, I am a reporter, I know what to do and what not to do.

Dawn shines through the curtains made of tulle, whitening the curtains.The sound of chug-chug walk-behind tractors came to mind on the street, it was a vehicle pulling swill.Another day has come.

She said, it's dawn, what should you do?
I said, here, no one dares to do anything to me, what about you?where are you going?
She hesitated for a while and said she didn't know.

I said, come with me, leave Fu'an, okay?
She nestled her head in my arms again and whispered, OK.

That day, she told me that after graduating from middle school, she was admitted to a technical secondary school in Fuzhou, but faced with the huge entrance fee, she had to give up.My mother also died that year.Lonely and helpless, she came to Changle in the suburbs of Fuzhou to work.While working part-time, she met a young man who was in the same workshop. The slender young man helped her with work every day, sharing work and sorrow for her like a big brother.Later, she married him.There are two elderly people in his family. She has no parents. She treats them with the same respect and friendliness as her own parents.In Changle, which is rich because of many people who go abroad to work, their family is extremely poor, but she said that apart from being poor, she is happy in everything.

One day, many young people in the village urged them to go abroad to work together, and my husband also had this idea.They discussed it in bed all night. After dawn, the husband walked into the home of the loan officer in the village, borrowed 20 yuan from there, and handed it over to the snakehead.It is agreed to repay the interest of 2000 yuan every month.With the loan officer, it is not a penny to get a loan for business, medical treatment and schooling, but the loan for working abroad is very smooth, because the scheming loan officer believes that the money can be repaid, and there will be no return. a lot of money.

Half a month later, my husband smuggled to Israel with several young people from the village. Legend has it that the country established by the Jews is full of gold.

However, the husband who graduated from primary school could not find a job there for a long time. In order to prevent the police from interrogating, they lived like mice in the dark and damp basement, picking up food from the swill of the restaurant.The country built in the desert was extremely hot, and they hadn't showered for many days, and their bodies emitted a strong stench.They enter other people's countries with the lowest attitude, but they still have to endure the danger of starving to death.However, today, they have no way out.It is impossible for them to go back, and they don't even have the travel expenses to go back.

The monthly interest of 2000 yuan can only be repaid by her.

He finally has a job now, and our life will be better in the future, and I will never be a miss again.I want to spend a good time with the two old people and wait for him to come back. I will go home today.she says.

After dawn, I called the office of the Fuan Public Security Bureau. I told my name, and they asked me very enthusiastically where I was and when I arrived in Fuan.I said the name of the hotel, and they said they would send a car to pick me up right away.

Ten minutes later, someone knocked on the door, and I saw two imposing policemen standing at the door through the peephole. I opened the door, and we followed the policemen downstairs.

When I was checking out in the lobby, I squinted and saw a few people with strange faces scattered on the sofa next to me, and they secretly looked at me with some fear.And beside the sofa, there stood a tall and thick woman with a fierce look on her face. She looked at me, panting heavily, and her eyes were full of resentment.Later, Jingrong told me that the woman was a bustard, and in Fuzhou it was called Mommy.

I told the police that we are going to Ningde for an interview.The police car took us all the way to Ningde, which is the largest city in eastern Fujian.

Then, we boarded the same long-distance bus bound for Fuzhou. She got off at Changle, and I took the bus straight to Fuzhou.

After returning to Fuzhou, I waited for Jingrong's call every day. I believe she would not just forget me like that. We went through hardships together and spent a night together in that dangerous foreign land.

However, like last time, she still didn't call me.She just disappeared without a trace.Why did she appear so suddenly and then disappear suddenly.

I know very well that I will not fall in love with her. In those days, I have always thought of Meiniang and loved Meiniang. I have been waiting for Meiniang to appear in my life again. No one can replace Meiniang Mother, there is no one.Meiniang has penetrated deep into my bone marrow and melted into my blood.In the quiet night, I always think about Mei Niang, and I can't help but burst into tears when I think about it.Even though I knew that Mei Niang might never come back, I still waited for her, hopelessly waiting for her.

Then, let Faye Wong's "May I Live Forever" be played on the speaker, the song I liked most when Meiniang and I were together. Because of our painful love, every line of the song and every note of that song become All heavy.In the poignant music and soft lyrics, I seem to see Mei Niang standing in front of me again, her tall and plump body is very upright, her dark skin is bathed in the holy aura, she smiles at me, her head full Her long hair fluttered in the breeze.

My Mei Niang, where are you?Where have you traveled in this season?
Although I will not fall in love with Jingrong, I still can't let go of her. Such a poor and lovely girl, such a pure and kind girl, why did she fall into the abyss of eternal doom and let everyone bully her? Devastated.Violence.I can't imagine how she spent those nights, who could tell her inner distress, how could she have the courage to tell others, she could only bury the humiliation and sadness in her heart, endure it silently, Cry, and then wipe away the tears silently, and face the life that is still suffering the next day.

I have seen many young ladies, they have no aura, their expressions are dull, their thinking is dull, they are prematurely aging, their skin is dry and bags under the eyes are drooping, and their foreheads are full of dense and fine wrinkles, which cannot be seen from their faces. Regardless of any joys and sorrows, the long-term nightlife and unrestrained sexual intercourse have made them physically disordered, and the long-term dark life has made them numb.They no longer have any shame and thoughts, and they have become tools for men to vent their desires, no matter whether the man is handsome or ugly, righteous or evil.

If so, what is the use of having more money.No amount of money can buy back youth and state of mind, nor happiness and beauty.What's more, most of them don't make a lot of money, and they have to beware of perverted beatings, scolding and abuse by clients, arrest by the police and harassment by gangsters, as well as AIDS and sexually transmitted diseases. spread.Also, most of them have since gone through menopause and have since been infertile.This kind of occupation is really a high-risk occupation, but no one takes them seriously, no one cares about them, they are like stray dogs in the wilderness, no one cares about their life and death, no one cares about their life and death.

They are actually the most miserable group of people in the world, the loneliest group of people, and the most painful group of people.

No woman wants to be a lady, just like no man wants to be celibate.

For thousands of years, people just judged them from a moral point of view and whipped them, always pouring ugly and evil sewage on them, from the prostitute who killed Samson in the ancient Bible to today's soap operas full of false bubbles In the film, they have been nailed to the pillar of shame, but who can put themselves in their place and think for them, and who can understand the deep pain and loneliness in their hearts.

I have never been able to forget the New Year’s Eve when I left Fuzhou for Wuhan. I was single and wandered in the street in despair. In a massage parlor with the open door and pink lights, a girl was sitting there lonely, trimming her nails boredly, I walked in and chatted with her.She shed tears as she spoke.She has no home, she was abducted, and on this day of family reunion, the Spring Festival Gala makes this moment so sensational and beautiful, but she is homeless.

I don't know how many young ladies are homeless during the Spring Festival every year, and how many young ladies can only feel sad alone during the Mid-Autumn Festival and many traditional festivals.Who understands the pain deep in their hearts.They are a living group, they are our kind, we should not exclude them, we should give them due respect and understanding.

During the Spring Festival that year, I walked with that unknown lady.We warm each other with two lonely and cold hearts.We walked hand in hand along the Yangtze River Bridge, crowded together on the turbulent Hanzheng Street, and then ate sweating in front of a hot pot restaurant in Hubu Lane, the busiest city in Wuhan.We are together, the winter in Wuhan is no longer cold.After the Spring Festival, we broke up.After that, I don't know where she went, and she doesn't know where I am now.We met by chance, but let us forget each other, but let us leave warm memories for each other.

In a person's life, how many people will meet and pass by, but there are very few who can leave memories.Maybe a look on the street makes our hearts flutter, and it is still unforgettable until today; maybe a figure from the back on the road makes us think about it, and we are still full of longing until now; maybe a greeting, maybe a smile... suddenly illuminated like an electric light and flint The doors of our darkened hearts awaken our long-sleeping senses.And yet, that person is gone, gone from our lives forever, we can't find it, we know nothing about it.Where is he now, is he married, who is with him, who wants to grow old with him, what is he doing at the moment... Whenever I think about these things, it makes people feel sad.Even though he doesn't know who I am, I still think about him.

Life is full of too many unknowns and mysteries, and life is also full of frustration and melancholy.

After returning to Fuzhou, the days began to be busy again,
Hurriedly rushing to the first scene every day, interviewing car accidents, fires, drowning, robbery, murder, rape, kidnapping, suicide fraud, dealing with all kinds of people every day, face to face with the elderly, children, men, women, bachelors, girls, disabled dwarfs and gangsters, spinning around like a spinning top every day. In order to have the manuscript published in the newspaper the next day, I can receive the full salary at the end of the month.Making news every day, the next day the news is thrown into the trash, the news is replaced by newer news, no sense of honor, no sense of accomplishment, I don’t know when this kind of day will end, I don’t know when it will Being dismissed by the newspaper, I don't know where I will drift next, and I don't know how I will survive in a few years. According to an unwritten rule of the Chinese newspaper, the age of 35 means that I am unemployed in the news circle.There is no guarantee of career, no guarantee of life.There is a saying circulating in the circle to describe a reporter—working harder than a cow or a horse, eating worse than a pig or a dog, getting off work later than a lady, and earning less than a migrant worker.The outside world calls us "uncrowned kings", but in fact only we know that we are nothing. We are just journalists. Behind the scenes are the hard work and sadness of life, and the worry and helplessness for tomorrow.

However, we can only sell our words, not journalists, and we don't know what else to do.

One day, I suddenly received a call from Fangting, saying that she had negotiated a deal. She sold a batch of medicine from Harbin to a hospital in Fuzhou, and she could make a fortune. She was very happy, and she wanted to treat me to dinner.

I agreed.

I haven't contacted her for a long time, she has always been A-Lian's best friend, maybe I can get news about A-Lian from her.After Nana's death, Alian was arrested by the police because she wanted to go to Taiwan for a fake marriage, and was exiled to a labor camp in northern Fujian.I want to ask her to go see it together.

Fonteyn might have made a fortune.She booked a box in a luxurious hotel. There were two dining tables in the box, and there were more than 20 people sitting there, both men and women.

(End of this chapter)