Left-behind women in Fuzhou

Chapter 23 Wang Jing's Story (2)
Pushing open the thick tea-colored glass door of the villa, I hid myself in the corner next to the stairs, and saw the bodyguard standing on the steps beside the wall aimlessly looking out the door, I let out a long breath.There was no one in the villa, the corridors and stairwells were covered with thick scarlet carpets, and the spotless walls were hung with oil paintings of human bodies. Those mutated and exaggerated human bodies were releasing vigorous desire and desire. charming.I stepped on the carpet and gently climbed up to the second floor. There were six rooms facing each other on the second floor. The door of one of them was ajar. I gently pushed it open and saw that there was no one inside, so I stepped in.

It was the most magnificent room I had ever seen. A set of expensive nanmu furniture was placed against the wall, shining simple and elegant in the bright sunlight coming through the window.I once interviewed a furniture fair held in Fuzhou, and I know that this set of furniture is worth at least one million.In the center of the room was an unusually wide double bed in the color of brass, with rails inlaid with glistening pearls and gemstones.Every pearl and gem can buy hundreds of ordinary double beds.I never thought that the dormitories of corrupt officials would be so extravagant and corrupt.There is a huge photo hanging on the wall. In the photo, an extremely seductive woman is sitting on a chair, smiling very contentedly. Beside her is a short and fat man who is as unremarkable as a potato. , although he tried his best to look majestic in his suit and leather shoes, his bloated and drooping face and high protruding belly revealed his pampering and infinite ugliness.The two of them are like Zhang Fei with Diao Chan, but he is far from Zhang Fei's toughness and might.The image of his fat stomach and brain reminds me of a big fat pig that has been shaved and hung under a tree during the Chinese New Year in the countryside.There is a faint fragrance in the room, and that fragrance floats in every corner of the room like smoke, which makes me deeply addicted.I suddenly felt a desire that had been suppressed for a long time quietly diffused like smoke from the bottom of my heart, slowly covering my whole body.However, I don't know where the scent is coming from.I once read a book in which it was written that there is such a fragrance, which is produced by a kind of grass native to the deep mountains and old forests of India. The fragrance can only last for a few hours. Everyone will be aroused by this fragrance, which was a tribute in ancient Indian palaces.On the wall facing the double bed hangs a TV with a super-large screen. Under the TV is a small cabinet with a pile of discs on it. On the cover are unsightly pictures of naked men and women having sex.I think this senior official must be an impotence patient.

I took out my digital camera, took a few quick shots, and quietly climbed up to the third floor.There are only two unusually large rooms on the third floor.The doors were all open.In a room, there are two leather sofas facing each other. The pure white color is soft and comfortable. Next to the sofa are two tall metal sculptures of nude women. I don’t know if they are brass or gold-plated.I walked in quietly, and saw two business card boxes on the coffee table in the middle of the sofa, one box was full of brand new and beautifully made business cards, all with the same person's name printed on them; the other box had business cards of different sizes and colors different.I pocketed the two boxes of business cards, stepped back, and walked to the other house.

Through the crack of the door, I saw a circle of vertical wooden cabinets against the wall of that house, filled with precious calligraphy, paintings and cultural relics. Just as I was about to walk in, I suddenly saw the back of a woman, she was wearing silk Clothes, hair pulled back high, from the back, she looks rich and plump, she is not the tall and coquettish woman I saw in the dormitory photos, she may be the Fei of this family that Wang Jing said commission.

The Filipino maid is cleaning the room.The room was already clean, but she was just symbolically wiping the glass doors where precious cultural relics were placed.Through the open window, I could see the hilltops in the distance covered with verdant green and lush.

Suddenly, there was a wonderful sound of music in the stairs. I didn't know what happened, so I hurriedly hid behind the door of the reception room.The Filipino maid came out of the room where the cultural relics were placed and went downstairs.I leaned over the window and looked down, and saw the door outside the villa opened silently, and a red sports car drove in lightly. The bodyguard I saw when I entered the door was still in the small room, and the other bodyguard did not know where to go. Where did he come out, and quickly stepped forward to open the car door, a very coquettish tall woman stepped out with her legs crossed, and the other car door also opened, and a fat old man with big ears and a bloated figure came out.They are the dog couple I saw in the dormitory photos.

I saw them walk into the villa, and I saw the Filipino maid go out and walk into a small room beside the villa.

I don't know if they will go up to the third floor, I hurriedly put the two boxes of business cards back to their original place, hid the camera under the carpet in the corner, tightened the electrician's belt around my waist, and then forced myself to walk in the corridor calmly. waiting for them.However, they didn't go upstairs. I heard them walk into the bedroom on the second floor, and I heard the woman's coquettish whine, and the old man's sticky laughter like a pig.Then, there was that woman's exaggerated feigned surprise screaming.As soon as the cry started, it stopped abruptly.The woman's fox-like voice sounded again, she said, husband, you are so mighty, I am so satisfied today.

I didn't expect them to finish their work so quickly. I was worried that they would come out, so I hurriedly put the camera and card case in my clothes, walked up the stairs to the first floor, and slipped out through the back door of the villa.At that time, the two bodyguards were happily chatting in the room at the front door, and the Filipino maid was thinking in her small house.I slipped out the back door and flipped over the fence.I didn't expect that outside the wall was a clump of thorns, and my arms and ankles were stabbed with blood.

Then, I took a look at the tall and majestic corrupt official's villa, and ran down the mountain.

I ran down the mountain, and like every successful unannounced visit, I ordered two dishes of fried vegetables and two bottles of beer in a small restaurant, secretly congratulating myself on another successful escape.

I took out my business card and saw that the owner of that villa was named Liu Liji, who held the power to buy and sell land in Fujian Province.On the other box of business cards are printed various officials in charge of one side and businessmen doing various businesses.

I quite thought that this successful unannounced visit would expose Liu Liji's ugly and evil deeds to the bright sunlight, and then uncover the many shady scenes in Fuzhou's real estate industry. Like Don Quixote, who thought he was brave enough to fight against the windmill with a spear in his hand, he was beaten to death.

After returning to Fuzhou, I wrote the manuscript that night and handed it over to the deputy editor-in-chief of the newspaper.

In the manuscript, I withdrew the name of the pig-like corrupt official, and even the address of the villa. Before I had more convincing evidence, I dare not conclude that The corrupt official is Liu Liji.I just wrote what I saw and heard truthfully, and investigating his corruption is the business of the Anti-Corruption Bureau. I just provide a valuable clue for the Anti-Corruption Bureau. .

The deputy editor-in-chief is from Guangzhou, the frontier of reform and opening up. A few years ago, he also made a series of unannounced visits. His name and deeds were widely circulated by colleagues in the press. He used to pretend to be a "donkey" to travel to and from the Golden Triangle, and once rescued a prostitute who was kidnapped by a multinational group to Thailand... His experience is a legend, and he hates the dark forces.

After he finished reading my manuscript, he suddenly hugged me and said in admiration that our newspaper needs such a manuscript.He stood in the office and waved his arms like a poet, like waving a sharp knife, expressing his indignation against corrupt officials.

The next day, my manuscript appeared in the newspaper.

That issue of the newspaper also caused Luoyang Zhigui in Fuzhou. People read the manuscript I wrote and wondered who the corrupt official I wrote about would be.

In the afternoon, a mysterious phone call came into the newspaper office, saying that my manuscript had caused riots in Fuzhou, severely disrupting the hard-won situation of stability and unity.Instruct the newspaper to publish a statement of apology on the front page the next day, and hold the relevant parties accountable.

So, I was called to the newspaper office to accept criticism from the "Sanbie Editor-in-Chief".That was the second time I walked into his office at the top of the building.In his spacious and comfortable office like a private room in a five-star hotel, the "Editor-in-Chief of Sanbie" was furious at me, his face flushed like a balloon.He also bounces around the room like a balloon.He said that if the newspaper closed because of this manuscript, then I would be a sinner through the ages.

I said, I am not wrong, every sentence in my article is well documented.

Then, the deputy editor-in-chief on duty came in, and he said to the "Sanbie editor-in-chief" that the manuscript and the facts were not inconsistent. If we were so cautious and fearful of power, we would still talk about public opinion supervision and the party's mouthpiece.

"Sanbie editor-in-chief" said, you all go out, I need to be quiet, and then fell on the sofa holding his huge head.

On the next day's newspaper, the newspaper published a statement of apology, and the deputy editor-in-chief on duty and I were both dismissed.

The deputy editor-in-chief on duty boarded the plane to Guangzhou, and I escorted him all the way to the airport.Standing at the gate of the wide and bright airport, he said that in this land, real news can never be produced.Brother, come to Guangzhou.

I said, after a while, if I can't find a job, I will come to Guangzhou to find you.

Watching the plane pass through the clouds and disappear into the distant blue sky, I suddenly felt extremely sad.I don't know where to go next, whether I can survive in Fuzhou.For the first time in journalism, I lost my job.

And the reason why I don't want to leave Fuzhou is because I still have to wait for Mei Niang to come back. I fantasize about seeing her again. .

A few months later, I left Fuzhou for the first time and went to work for a new newspaper called "New Weekly" in Wuhan because of this deputy editor-in-chief on duty.He is the editor-in-chief of "New Weekly".At that time, all my thoughts were lost, I couldn't wait for my Mei Niang.At that time, I didn't know that Mei Niang had already become a monk, or that she was wandering in a place that I didn't know. She had already made up her mind to spend this life in the morning and night, to complete her betrayal of her husband and love. Atonement for the death of her husband.But, does she know that I miss her deeply and care deeply?

Chen Kai, who used to share the dorm with me, left with me, and he went to work for the "Sports Weekly" in Changsha.The night before we left Fuzhou, we stood by the lawn downstairs of the newspaper office for a long, long time, recalling the two years we lived together in Fuzhou, and sighed.At dawn, I will board a plane to Wuhan, and he will board a plane to Changsha.At the airport, we held hands and could not help but burst into tears.

In the summer of 2005, after a tumultuous year, The Weekly announced that it was disbanding, and I was once again out of a job.At that time, I almost didn't even think about it, and went back to Fuzhou.In terms of feeling, Fuzhou seems to be my hometown and the habitat of my soul.

This summer, I finally met Meiniang, and I finally met Meiniang who became a monk. In the temple in Beifeng, Fuzhou, she had already converted to Buddhism. She no longer misses the past with me. Like dry water.

It was also in the summer of 2005 that I met Meiniang's sister-in-law, Aqing, and started another charming and sad love.

Why is my love destined to be so sad?

However, every love I have is sincere, and I have poured all my emotions into it.These two loves have exhausted all my feelings and enthusiasm. After my love failed again and again, I was covered in bruises and my heart was broken into pieces.From then on, no one will make me tempted, let me devote myself to loving someone, and let me regard her as more important than myself.Like Mei Niang, my withered heart will no longer have any slight ripples, I can only choose to be celibate.

And Ah Qing left me because I told her everything about Meiniang and me.

Now, I'm still thinking, if I didn't tell Ah Qing about me and Meiniang that night, maybe Ah Qing would not have left me so resolutely; if I lied to her and told her that Meiniang and I were just ordinary Friends, maybe now we have entered the bridal chamber decorated with lights.

However, I am going to choose her to be my wife, choose her to spend the rest of my life with me, and we will be together no matter whether it is calm or stormy in the future, so I can't hide anything from her, I must be honest with her, She must know everything about me, including my past.I can't have any privacy from him, or I'd be unfaithful to her.

I thought of the poor girls who were no longer virgins, and how they would explain to their husbands the embarrassment of not having a virgin on their wedding night.They are faced with a dilemma just like me. If they say that they have had a relationship and that they have had sex, can the husband understand?Wouldn't my conscience be condemned if I made up a lie?
Those poor girls who have lost their virginity are like me. We are not wrong, but we all suffer the cruel blow of fate.

In the summer of 2005, after Ah Qing left me, I asked myself over and over again, does love need lies?I told the truth about Meiniang and me, but was I wrong?I didn't do anything wrong, but why did love leave me?

I will never forget the scene of that night in this life.That night was like a sharp knife, cutting off the love between Ah Qing and me.

Before that, Ah Qing was so innocent and lovely, but since then, Ah Qing has become violent and volatile, making people frightened.

That night was as sweltering as many nights before that, with no wind blowing over the city, the fine leaves of the banyan trees on both sides of the street were motionless, and under the trees were people with towels on their shoulders and shaking cattail fans, they were panting with long mouths. With a rough voice, they chatted without saying a word.

I picked up Ah Qing from the city of Sauna, and Ah Qing told me what she had seen and heard today, and took out a tissue to wipe the sweat on my forehead.Then, at a corner where no one was around, he climbed up to my sweaty neck and gave him a quick kiss.

Ah Qing coquettishly said, husband, do you love me?

I said, of course I love you, how can I love others if I don’t love you?
Ah Qing pouted and said, Humph, if you dare to love others, I will break your dog legs.

I said, you are a dog, and you are the dog's leg.I will give you the dog leg, and no one will snatch it from you.

Ah Qing patted my shoulder lightly with his fist and said, husband, you are necrotic.

We had a great time on the way home that night.All signs point to tonight being as beautiful and fascinating as many nights we've had.Ah Qing also sang to me a new song she learned, which is "Two Butterflies", which is popular in the streets and alleys this summer. She opened her arms and flapped her wings like a butterfly, saying that she would take me through the thorns to see What flowers and what water.

I said, you have violent tendencies and femininity, who has seen female butterflies flying around with male butterflies.

Ah Qing said, bah, you don't understand romance at all.

We talked and laughed and went back to the room, then took a cold shower, and then lay on the bed together.

We sprawled on the bed, her wet hair pillowed on my arms, her legs on mine.Outside the window, the moonlight was shining brightly and the shadows of the trees were whirling. The residents upstairs were playing a song in a foreign language. The unusually soft melody penetrated through the crack of our open window and floated in the room.It was a song sung by a man with a very magnetic voice, like the wind blowing across the open field, rolling up the dead leaves flying all over the sky; it was also like snowflakes fluttering in the middle of the night, falling down the uninhabited valley.I thought that the man who sang must have a sharp face and a short, hard beard.

Ah Qing suddenly turned over and climbed on top of me. She kissed the base of my ear and whispered in my ear, husband, I want it.

I reached down and found that she was surging like a tide.

Then, we parted breathlessly, closed our eyes, and felt the happiness after the peak.

We lay on our sides facing each other, our tongues intertwined weakly, like erratic flames in the dark night.Ah Qing said, husband, I love you.I said, I love you too.Our voice is very soft, like the breeze passing through the treetops.

I have already forgotten why we mentioned Mei Niang that night.We mentioned Mei Niang in that kind of drunken precarious state.Our consciousness is no longer under the control of the will, and it seems that every word that slips from our lips falls into its own accord.

Ah Qing said, how did you know Mei Niang?
I talked about Mei Niang's loneliness, and I said that every left-behind woman endured the same loneliness and pain.I said, Mei Niang once told me that she very much regretted letting your brother go to Iraq, a country with frequent wars and crises.

Ah Qing said, Mei Niang seems to trust you very much, she is more kind to you than to me.I'm so jealous.

I paused, hesitated, but said it anyway.I said, you don't know, we were deeply in love once.

In the dark, I saw that Ah Qing seemed to be smiling, and she said, how is it possible?Do you have a high fever?

At that moment, I felt that I liked Ah Qing very much, such a simple and lovely Ah Qing, I wanted to marry her as my bride and make her the happiest bride in the world.I can't hide everything about me, my past from her.I said, we really used to love each other very much.

(End of this chapter)