Left-behind women in Fuzhou

Chapter 17 The Story of Jingrong (4)
Later, they turned off the computer and walked out of the Internet cafe. I don't know what happened to the rich businessman's daughter the next day.To this day I still wonder if she is safe.

One night, I was watching an online movie when I suddenly received a call from Ah Qing.She said that Jingrong was hit by a motorcycle and is now in the hospital.

I hurriedly asked her what was going on, and she said, tonight, Jing Rong was setting up a street stall and was discovered by the city management. The city management chased after her, and she fled in front.

I hurried to the hospital.Thinking of poor Jingrong along the way, tears almost fell down.

The motorcycle fled on the spot.The mighty urban management in gray uniforms scattered when they saw that something had happened.Jing Rong fell alone on the wide and cold street at night, his trousers were torn, and blood poured down from the torn gaps and dripped onto the ground.All kinds of plastic toys are scattered all over the place.

People gathered around one after another, those who passed by on bicycles, and those who walked along the street, surrounded them with excitement and curiosity.But no one reached out to help.They were discussing, chatting, and analyzing. The people in the outer circle eagerly asked the people in the inner circle what happened. A sense of accomplishment that people look up to.Jing Rong covered the wound with her hands, trying to stop the blood flowing continuously, but the blood stubbornly came out from the cracks in her fingers, and snaked down her fingers like an earthworm.

Ah Qing told me about the scene at that time. Ah Qing said that she and her classmates were rehearsing the program in Wuyi Square that night. They were preparing to participate in the centennial celebration. Jing Rong's friend was hit by a car, injured his leg, and fell on the street.Ah Qing hurried to the accident site with her classmates.When she saw Jingrong covering the wound with his palm in vain, she suddenly remembered an oil painting that the teacher explained in art class.A little girl who was a servant accidentally broke an expensive porcelain vase. She was worried that she would be punished by her master, so she tried to join the pieces together, but it didn't help, and the little girl burst into tears.Ah Qing said that she had forgotten the name of that painting, but the content of that painting had touched her deeply, so she always remembered it.

Jing Rong said that it was an enthusiastic onlooker who helped get through Ah Qing's phone.Ah Qing was the only close person Jingrong knew in Fuzhou.

Ah Qing and her classmates sent Jing Rong to the hospital. Seeing Jing Rong's leg covered in blood, she didn't know what to do, so she called me again.

When I arrived at the hospital, Jingrong's leg had already been bandaged, and the X-rays showed that the bones were not injured, but he had to stay in the hospital for one night to observe his condition and see if his internal organs such as the liver were injured.Thank God, I wiped the sweat from my brow and shouted silently in my heart.Ah Qing and her classmates had to rush back to campus, and they had to go to class the next day.I stayed alone in the ward with Jing Rong.

However, Jingrong must be discharged from the hospital. She climbed out of the hospital bed and limped towards the door. I stopped her, but she was determined to go back.When I got angry, she said that she only had five yuan on her.

I said, I have money, and I have paid for the hospitalization.

Jingrong said with tears, when will I repay the debt I owe you.

I said, don't pay it back, as long as you are healthy, I will be happy.

Jingrong said, I will cherish myself well, so you can rest assured.

That night, we stayed up all night again.

Jing Rong once again talked about her husband to me.She said that her husband, like me, is a rare good man.Her husband who graduated from elementary school was illiterate, and his parents were also illiterate, so they took extra care of her who was admitted to a technical secondary school.They handed over the family's financial power to her with confidence, which is really rare in rural areas.But she didn't want people from the same village to criticize her behind her back, so she didn't accept it, and instead handed over all the money she earned to her parents.

The whole family never scolded her or even spoke loudly in front of her. She treated them like their own parents, and they treated her like their own daughter.Every time she goes home, they will take out the reluctant pastries sent by relatives for her to taste.She refused to eat, they were still very angry, she could only eat with tears in her eyes.

Jingrong said that six months after she and her husband got married, her husband went to Israel.During that time, she wanted to get pregnant as soon as possible, but every father-in-law and mother-in-law would have the wish.But her stomach was not up to snuff, it was always flat.She felt very sorry for them.However, if she becomes pregnant, how can she support the child by herself.So she was conflicted at the time.

Jingrong said that working abroad does not make a lot of money as rumored by the outside world. Those who have skills and specialties are okay, but those who do not have skills and specialties can only rely on luck.If you have a job, you will earn income. If you don't have a job, you can only sit and eat.Abroad is not paradise.

Jingrong said that she had said many times that her husband should come back and that the two of them would live together.But the husband doesn't want to come back.He knew that 20 yuan depended on them to work in the country, and he would not be able to repay it for a lifetime.He still wants to try his luck in a foreign country, and he still holds the dream of getting rich.

After dawn, Jing Rong ran various tests.At noon, the doctor said after examination that there was no internal injury and he could be discharged.

I supported her as she staggered out of the hospital gate.The sun shone on her face, and her cheeks collapsed, forming two dark shadows.I hailed a taxi and carefully got in while protecting her.

I just want to live a good life and not mess with anyone, why don't they let me live a good life.Sitting in a taxi, Jing Rong said.

There are too many unreasonable things in this society, and there is nothing we can do about it.I comforted her.

Jingrong sighed for a long time, and then said, I don't have any demands now, I just hope that I can live and wait for my husband to come back alive.

Jingrong stayed in her rented house for a week before she was able to walk freely.

Every time I go to visit Jingrong, I can always see the old lady of the landlady, a very kind and melancholy old lady, her face is covered with dense wrinkles like orange peel.She only has three houses in total, she lives in one and rents out the other two.All her source of income is the monthly rent of several hundred yuan.The old lady lived in poverty.

People in Fuzhou call the old lady Lao Yimu and the old man Lao Yibo.So Jingrong and I also called her Lao Yimu later.

Lao Yimu took great care of Jingrong, and prepared meals every day and sent them to Jingrong's room.When she heard that Jingrong's husband had gone abroad to work, she kept saying, "It's a crime, it's a crime."

Old Yimu has no children, she has a cat, and that cat, which is dozing lazily all day long, lives with her. They are both equally old, equally tired, and equally waiting for the end of their lives.

Old Yimu seldom said a few words every day. When she had nothing to do, she always sat on the bluestone steps in front of the door, motionless like a clay sculpture. The sun shone on her bald head like a clay pot. Her eyes were squinted, and there was a drop of saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth. She didn't know if she was asleep or thinking about her own thoughts.

Later, Jingrong told me that Lao Yimu's marriage was full of misfortunes.Not long after she got married, her husband was arrested. At that time, the KMT and the Communist Party were fighting fiercely. Later, the KMT went to Taiwan.At first her husband said he would be back soon, but she waited for ten years and still had no news of her husband. She didn't know whether he died in battle or fled to Taiwan with him.Ten years later, she was only in her 20s, and people at that time got married early.Someone proposed marriage to her, and she felt that there was no hope and waited until her husband returned, so she remarried.At that time, it was the period of the "three-year natural disaster" in the early 60s as the official said. Later, experts analyzed that it was a policy mistake at that time, and many people were starved to death.The second husband couldn't make it through, so he took the risk and smuggled to Taiwan.So far no whereabouts.It is not known whether he drowned in the sea, or reorganized his family across the Channel.In those years, even if the two husbands lived in Taiwan, even if they had been thinking about their home in Fuzhou, they could not come back. The political views were different, and the strait became an insurmountable barrier.For decades, Lao Yimu lived alone like this.No hope, no hope, just waiting for the day when life ends.

In Fuzhou, there are too many old people who are in the same situation as this old Yimu.They are the left-behind women of the older generation.

In those days, I often walked alone in the narrow alleys of Fuzhou. On both sides of the alleys were very old and dilapidated wooden houses. The rooms were dark and damp, with simple furniture. Mom, they seldom step out of the house, they live in the dark as silent as beetles, without thoughts or feelings.

I have tried to approach them, understand their inner world, understand their past.However, their incomprehensible Fuzhou dialect discouraged me.The dialect that Mei Niang taught me at the beginning, with her gone, I gradually forgot.I have never learned this dialect that is the most difficult to understand and operate in China.They can't speak Mandarin either. There is no TV, no books, no traces of modern civilization in their room, and they can't understand Mandarin. They are still living in their own claustrophobic era, the era of the past.

In this way, they walked day after day, year after year, through youth, through middle age, into today's old age, until they entered the grave.

They live in a busy city, but they are isolated from the world.No one cared about them, and no one even set foot in their rooms.

After Jing Rong recovered from her leg injury, in order to make her happy, I asked her to go to the countryside with Ah Qing one weekend.

The sun in the suburbs seems to be brighter, and the sky is clearer.Ah Qing and Jing Rong walked in front of me hand in hand.Ah Qing is still wearing a pair of jeans. The skinny jeans outline her slender legs and plump buttocks. The buttocks sway expressively from side to side, showing resilience and vitality.Jingrong is still wearing a red skirt, which may be her only skirt, because I have never seen her in another color.They were all wearing sneakers, bouncing and jumping all the way, and their steps were as elastic as a drawn crossbow.

They sang one after another, the familiar songs, more nursery rhymes and teenage songs.From "Gardi Gedi Gedi Gedi Gedi-Gedi" in "Smart Yixiu" to "Let's Swing the Oars", from "Snail and Oriole" on the other side of the strait to the local songs of Fuzhou "Day Hei Hei", they let go of their voices and laughed loudly when their voices changed, and they couldn't sing anymore.Looking at their sweaty, beautiful faces like flowers in the sun, I thought sadly, they are still children, why should life impose so much pain on them.

Sometimes, a buffalo would appear in the paddy field by the roadside, grazing slowly, wagging its tail leisurely and comfortably, and they would talk loudly to the buffalo.The buffalo ignored their words, and they were a little frustrated.However, after walking a few more steps, they found new fun again. A butterfly landed on the blade of grass, and they shouted to chase the butterfly again...

Two beautiful and innocent girls, they sang, shouted and ran wildly all the way, amazed the farmers walking on the road and working in the fields.They looked at the two crazy girls curiously, with complex expressions of envy and excitement on their faces.

The experience of that outing also left a deep memory on Ah Qing.In the many days after Jingrong's death, Ah Qing said that she often dreamed of chasing butterflies with Jingrong on a small road in the countryside.

Jing Rong said, it would be nice to be able to become a butterfly.

It was Jing Rong who brought me and Ah Qing closer.

At that time, Jing Rong often told me that Ah Qing looked trendy and beautiful on the outside, but she was actually very traditional on the inside.I clearly remember that Mei Niang is also such a woman. Her tall and plump body is full of vitality, which makes people feel impulsive at first sight, but in fact she is very conservative.She wrapped herself up tightly and was only open to me and her husband.I was her lover at that time.A woman with a lover is not a lustful woman.A horny woman has multiple men and is only interested in sex, not affection.

Not every pretty girl is slutty.Jing Rong said.

Why are sluts always pretty girls?I asked.

Jingrong said that there are many opportunities and temptations for beautiful girls.

At that time, Jing Rong said more than once, you can really fall in love with Ah Qing, you are both my best friends, if you can get together, I will feel very happy.

But at that time, I didn't have this kind of thought, because she was Meiniang's little girl, because I thought of Meiniang in my heart, because I always regarded her as my little sister.I didn't expect that when I returned to Fuzhou for the second time two years later, she would be the first person I met, and I would really fall in love with her.

I believe that all of this is God's arrangement, or Mei Niang's arrangement.

We really love each other, in the summer of 2005 in Fuzhou.

We all get off work the night shift, we all leave work at midnight.Every time I get off work, I ride my bicycle to pick her up.The summer nights in Fuzhou are extremely hot and there is no wind.On both sides of each street are tall and ancient banyan trees, which are a tree species unique to Fuzhou. The banyan trees hang down long, soft roots and remain motionless.

I was riding a bicycle and I was sweating profusely. Ah Qing sat on the back seat with his right hand around my waist and his head on my back.After riding for a certain distance, she would always say, let me down, let me down, you are so tired, let's go.Then, I took out a tissue from my handbag and wiped the sweat from my forehead.

We walked together on the street at midnight, listening to the crisp sound of heels hitting the asphalt road, our hearts were full of tenderness.From time to time, there will be couples who come back late and walk hand in hand, with smiles on their faces and whispers. The look of being intoxicated in love is very touching.Because of the heat, they all wore very little clothes. Men usually wear the kind of "crop pants" that are shorter than trousers and longer than shorts. They are very wide and comfortable. The upper body is a sleeveless T-shirt, which looks very majestic. Fierce and fierce; women's clothes are simplified to the minimum, suspenders, miniskirts, two thin belts draped over the shoulders, exposing most of the back and breasts, and the skirt barely covers the buttocks.They all wore slippers or sandals, and in fact any other kind of footwear would have been a torment to the feet in this climate.

Love flows in Fuzhou at midnight, and love surges in the silent streets.

Sometimes, we still have more ideas, and we will push the bicycle all the way to the foot of the mountain.Yushan is located next to Wuyi Square in the center of Fuzhou. The mountain is not high, but it is very beautiful. It is shaded by green trees and covered with green trees. It looks like a petite, graceful and charming southern woman.In other cities, I haven't seen such a mountain in the city center, adding a different scene to the city.We pushed our bicycles all the way to the top of the mountain along the gentle mountain road, then found a stone bench and sat down, looking aimlessly at the myriad of scenes covered by the night.

On a clear summer night, the moonlight is very bright, shining on the densely layered trees on the top of the mountain, scattering fine spots all over the ground.The car lights on the ring road in the distance can be discerned on and off, and there seems to be the sound of a rumbling engine, which is suddenly distant and close.There is also an indescribable sound that sounds vaguely, slow and viscous. It is said that it is the breath of the night.I have heard this sound more than once in the still night.

Ah Qing and I were both riding on the stone bench, I hugged her from behind, and we looked at the distant sky in the east together.There is a fragrance on Ah Qing's body, the kind of girly body fragrance that makes people deeply intoxicated and intoxicated. It lingers like wisps of light smoke. I lay my head on her round shoulders and gently kiss the roots of her ears. , she trembled slightly, then sighed happily, her hands slipped from her knees.She said dreamily, husband, I can't live without you for the rest of my life.

I said, I can't leave you either.

Ah Qing said, you will take me with you whenever you go to the ends of the earth, okay?
I said, you are my wife, who else can I take if I don't take you.

Ah Qing turned her head, kissed my chin and said, my husband is so nice.

We just talked endless love words like that, said over and over again that I love you, love you, love you, love you to death, and then kiss each other, on the lips, on the cheeks, on the neck.I asked quietly, is it wet?She said shyly, you rascal.I said, no hooligans will you fall in love with me?She said coquettishly, you are so annoying, you can only be a hooligan to me in the future, not to others.I said, with my Ah Qing, I won't take another look at others.

As dawn came, the stars in the sky gradually faded, and buildings in the distance emerged like islands from the night sea. The lights in the buildings were scattered like scattered stars.The trees gradually became clearer, and the early birds sang a few times timidly, and then they sang happily together.The sun rose from the eastern sky, showing half of his face like a child playing hide-and-seek, poking his head, and seeing the clear sky, he happily jumped out of the horizon.Thousands of red rays of light shone over, and the earth was bathed in a holy splendor.The daytime in Fuzhou came, and Yushan began to boil.

We thought there were only the two of us on the whole mountain, but when we looked around after dawn, we found that there were lovers snuggling up on almost every stone bench, with tired and satisfied expressions on their faces.And not far from us, there is a pair of foreigners.They are looking at us with smiles.

Hello, I greeted them with a smile.

Hello, the foreigner waved to me.

Two foreigners are from Sweden. They teach English in a middle school in Fuzhou. Their monthly salary is only about 1000 yuan.They are a couple.They came to watch the sunrise on the top of the mountain.

The boy's name is Ayrin, and the girl's name is Martha.

(End of this chapter)