Left-behind women in Fuzhou

Chapter 20 The Story of Jingrong (7)
The other man holding Jingrong turned around cursingly, and threatened me, saying, are you tired of work?Then, they dragged Jingrong and ran towards the exit.

I chased after another two steps, and seeing Chen Kai talking to the policeman next to the information desk, I purposely shouted loudly, you must apologize today, if you don’t apologize, don’t even think about leaving.Many spectators gathered on both sides, surrounded us in the middle, and people pointed at me. I heard them say that I was too naughty, but if I bumped into it, it was no big deal, why should I delay people from catching the train.

The man who was bumped by me stared at me fiercely and said, I'm sorry, it's okay.Then, squeeze through the crowd and want to go out.At this moment, several police officers walked in through the crowd, and they asked, what are you doing here?The men looked flustered, and they said to the policeman with a smile on their faces, it's all right, it's all right.We're going to catch the train, catch the train.

A big policeman said, take out the ticket.The other policemen stood beside the men.

Another man holding Jing Rong's arm took out a few tickets from his pocket and handed them to the big policeman respectfully.The big policeman looked at it and said, this is a fake ticket, take it away!The expressions of the six men changed drastically. Just as they moved their feet and wanted to flee out of the crowd, the policemen around them knocked them to the ground one by one.

After interrogation, I found out that this is a criminal gang in Guilin. In the past three years, they have trafficked more than a dozen women from Fuzhou to a remote mountain village in Guilin. , to lure women into the trap, and each woman was sold for 5000 yuan to old bachelors in those mountain villages as wives.

Later, Jingrong said that she was setting up a stall that day.Suddenly a very decent man came and said that he opened a company in Xiamen and needed to recruit a group of female workers in Fuzhou with a salary of 2000 yuan per month.She didn't want to go at first, but she couldn't help the instigation of the other two companions and the temptation of the high salary of 2000 yuan, so the three of them followed that very decent man to the hotel where he was staying.After entering the door, I realized that I had been cheated. There were five other men in that room, and they were controlled together.

Jing Rong has been thinking about how to escape, but has never had a chance.They can't take half a step out of a hotel room.Later, one of them bought a ticket to Guilin, so she decided to call me.She lied to them and said, I am her boyfriend, I am rich, and I promised to go to Guilin next month to travel and get married, and I will give them 1 yuan, as long as she is let go.They agreed and lent her the phone.In this way, Jingrong informed me skillfully.

Jing Rong said that her husband lost his job in Israel, and it was extremely difficult to work abroad.

I will never forget the scene of drinking coffee with Jingrong, that was the first and only time.

It was not long after Jing Rong returned from Minhou, we walked into a coffee shop on Jintai Road, the most fashionable street in Fuzhou.I am a frequent visitor here, whenever I am lonely and depressed, I will walk in here, throw the heavy work outside the door, sit at the window facing the street, listen to the soothing and slightly sad sound of the zither, and take stock of my thoughts.The sound of the guzheng is like a silk thread, pulling out the anguish and sadness I have accumulated, making my heart clear and bright.

The player who played the zither was a very delicate and elegant girl, with unusually fair skin and very thin skin, making her sitting in the corner look like a wax figure.Her slender, slender fingers like onion tubes jumped on the guzheng, and the sounds of gurgling streams, gusts of wind, chirping birds, and all kinds of wonderful sounds that I couldn't imagine flowed out from her fingertips.She waved her arms gracefully, like a swan in flight.In this modern city built of steel and concrete, she brought us the long-lost warmth and romance, allowing us to return to the inherent harmony and nature of human beings, which has been gradually deviated from us and only survives in our memories. green mountains and green waters.

Every time I leave, I will take out a bill from my wallet and put it next to the zither.She smiled at me, bowed, and watched me open the wooden door of the café.

However, I have never heard her say a word, her eyes are as gentle as sheep, her face is as beautiful as an angel, her smile is as shy as a flower, she is crystal clear and pure, but she has never said a word talk.

Until later, the head waiter of the cafe told me that she was dumb.When she was four years old, she had a high fever and burned her vocal cords. Since then, she has lost her voice forever and will never be able to communicate with others.

Fate is really unfair.It gave this girl a beautiful face, why should it take away her right to speak.

Jing Rong and I sat at the window facing the street where I often sat. Through the glass window, we could see the pedestrians coming and going on the street. They were in a hurry and each had their own thoughts.The banyan trees on both sides of the street hold clumps of fine leaves and long air roots hanging down, like old people who have experienced vicissitudes with sparse hair and long beards.A bus is coming, a pedestrian is walking away, and a bicycle is approaching... Everything outside the window is like a picture of a street scene, and we inside the window are like calm bystanders.We are free from the mundane life of this city, leisurely and well-off.

At that time, I often thought that the coffee shop is really a good place.If possible, I will always be with the coffee shop in this life.If I am old and can no longer run news, I will open a coffee shop, smell the faint fragrance of coffee, make friends from all over the world, write my favorite words, and it is best to have a confidante next to me.Oh, what more can I ask for in this life!
The waiter brought two cups of coffee. The sapphire cups were placed on a sandalwood-colored tray, with a faint white smoke filling the mouth of the cups. The combination of that color created a dreamy fairyland, which made people daydream.

Jing Rong's body sank deep into the soft leather sofa, her hands were folded tightly between her legs.She looked timidly at the oil paintings on the walls of the coffee shop, the various shapes of wine bottles on the closet, and everyone passing by in the corridor.She quietly told me that she had walked past the door of the coffee shop countless times, looking at the anime patterns traced on the floor-to-ceiling glass, and imagining who would be sitting inside.She didn't expect that she could sit here today.

She picked up the cup and took a sip lightly, her black eyes filled with a smile.She tsk-tsk praised that the coffee is so fragrant, no wonder so many people like to drink it.

I think of those red men and women in strange costumes that I often see on the street. They are carefree and carefree. With so much sorrow and this persistent poverty.

After that, I haven't seen Jingrong for a long time, and I haven't heard any news about her. I'm used to it, and I'm used to the life where this little girl disappears and reappears every so often like a migratory bird.I think she must still be living in this city, in a certain corner of the city, working hard like an ant, saving money and living the simplest life.

However, I didn't expect that just when I occasionally thought of her, she had already been detained in the detention center.

winter is here.

In this southern city, winter always comes suddenly. It seems that overnight, the cold winter has come. People on the street are wrapped in clothes and hurrying, and there are layers of fine fallen leaves on the ground.The sun rose from the eastern sky, yellow and orange, like a piece of cream cake, with a soft light.There was a slight chill in the oncoming wind.However, the winter in Fuzhou is still warm and poetic.The snowflakes only flutter in the far north, and the strong wind howls only in the sky outside our field of vision.

That morning, I received a call from Ah Qing, who said that Jing Rong was in the detention center.

I didn't react for a long time, and I asked, what detention center?

Ah Qing said that a detention center is a place where prisoners are held.

I said, how come?How come?How could Jing Rong be in that kind of place?

Ah Qing said, let's talk when we meet.

I hurried to the gate of the university where Jingrong was studying. We walked slowly along the sidewalk covered with lace tiles. The gentle winter sun hit our faces, giving us a fluffy feeling.

Ah Qing said that after Jingrong's husband lost his job, in order to pay off the debt, Jingrong went to a hair salon on Industrial Road to work as a massage lady.Those massage girls are all prostitutes. During the crackdown last month, Jing Rong was arrested.

Oh I see.

There is a big book wholesale market on Gongye Road, I often go there to buy cheap books.On both sides of the wholesale market are small and small hair salons. The glass doors of the hair salon are always half-opened shyly. Inside the doors are sitting women with bare breasts. Waving his arms and shouting, come in, come in—

Ah Qing said that Jingrong called her yesterday and asked to send him a cotton coat. The weather was cold, and Jingrong was still wearing unlined clothing.Jing Rong didn't want her parents-in-law to know what she was doing in Fuzhou, and she didn't want them to know that she was being imprisoned.She has no relatives or friends in Fuzhou.

Ah Qing and I went to a supermarket and bought a cotton coat and woolen trousers for Jingrong.

That afternoon, we sent it to Jingrong.

We came to the foot of a mountain outside the city of Fuzhou and climbed to the top of the mountain along the winding winding road. There was a tall and indifferent building on the top of the mountain, surrounded by high concrete walls on all sides. That was the detention center.

An old policeman from the detention center received us. He was wrinkled and stooped.He said he would retire in a month after working in this isolated environment for 30 years.He was thin, affable, and coughed constantly in his speech.

I said, I am a reporter.I showed him my press card.After looking at it, he said, for 30 years, no reporter has ever been here, and people have forgotten this place, except for those prisoners.

I said, we want to go in and see a prisoner named Jingrong, and send her some clothes by the way.

The old policeman led us in, walked through the long and deep corridor, and came to an iron gate. Two policemen with guns stood on both sides of the iron gate.The old policeman opened the iron gate and we walked in.

It was meal time.All the windows of the house where the male prisoners were held were closed with bricks, and the thick iron door was locked from the outside, with a three-inch square hole under the door.The chef pushed the cart to the door, took out a funnel-shaped utensil made of iron sheets, and put the small end into the hole, then scooped up a spoonful of sticky porridge, poured it in from the large end, and there was a prisoner inside. Use a bowl to follow.Walking outside, you can hear the noise of the prisoners in the house.

Continue to walk in, the innermost room is the female prison.The detention of female prisoners is very loose.Through the fences, I saw that the doors of the women's prisons were all open, several women were sitting in the yard basking in the sun, and a female prisoner was combing her hair in front of the mirror.

The old policemen opened the bars and we went in.Walking into the innermost room, I saw Jing Rong sitting on the edge of Tongbu's bed with a dull expression.I called her.She raised her head, saw us, and suddenly shed two lines of tears, and then broke down in sobs.

I stroked her shoulder lightly and said, don't cry, here you have to listen to the police and reform.

Ah Qing said, we will wait for your return.

Walking out of the women's prison, I looked back and saw Jingrong standing by the door, looking at us, crying all the time.

The veteran policeman told her that Jing Rong will be detained for three months and she will be released in two months.

Ah Qing said that money is very important to a person.People don't live for money, but it is difficult for a person to live without money.

Ah Qing said that poverty is a demon, it will drain all the dignity in your body, make you do things that you can't even believe in, and make you a person you can't even face.

I said that money is not the most important thing in life, the most important thing is the attitude to life, family affection, love, and health.Money can buy many things, but there are also many things that money cannot buy.Money can buy the most expensive medicine, but it cannot buy health; money can buy the most luxurious villa, but it cannot buy love; money can buy the most expensive gift, but it cannot buy family affection; money can buy You can buy fragrant cars, BMWs, and nightly music, but you can't buy enrichment; money can buy luxury and luxury, and you can buy whatever you want, but it can't buy satisfaction.And health, love, affection, enrichment.How important is satisfaction to a person.

(End of this chapter)