Left-behind women in Fuzhou

Chapter 24 Wang Jing's Story (3)
Then, I talked about the heart-wrenching past between Meiniang and me.I talked about how we walked hand in hand on Bayi Seventh Road, about the group of children in the Beifeng Temple, and about my lonely and sad trip to Pingtan Island...

Ah Qing sat up suddenly, and she screamed sharply, her voice piercing the thick night like a sharp knife.To this day I recall that scream with horror.Her eyes were wide open, emitting a faint blue light in the darkness, which made people shudder.

Then she moved towards the bed, her long, tangled hair brushing against her bare shoulders.I stretched out my hand and took her and asked what's the matter?She shook my arm hard and yelled don't touch me don't touch me.

She stomped on the floor with her bare feet and pushed open the door to the balcony.She stood on the balcony and opened all the windows.

I ran over in a hurry, trying to drag her back to the room, but she was crying hoarsely, get out, get out.The lights on the opposite floor were turned on, and there were a few curious heads looking in this direction, but Ah Qing, who was naked, was still standing facing the window regardless.

I suddenly realized that I made a very stupid mistake, why should I tell Ah Qing the story of Meiniang and me.Ah Qing is Mei Niang's sister-in-law.

I was so stupid, I beat my head with my fist in regret.

That night, we didn't go back to the room until dawn.Ah Qing just stood on the balcony like that, without saying a word, tears streaming down her face.

God, why did you give me love twice?Why did you give me Mei Niang and Ah Qing?Why is it the two of them who gave it to me?

My heart sank into the boundless dark abyss, sinking all the time.

I don't know what to say to Ah Qing, it's superfluous to say anything now.

For the first month after losing my job, I lived casually and leisurely.Whenever dusk comes, I wear short-sleeved trousers, my hair is neatly combed back, and it is as spotless as the leather shoes under my feet.I just walked into the bar so refreshingly, and found a hidden corner in the nodding and bowing welcome of the waiter, and then sank my whole body into the soft sofa.The waiter already knew my hobbies, and would bring a bottle of red wine and a pack of [-] cigarettes without my asking.

I slowly sip this spicy and green red wine, which is as bright as blood, brewing romance and charm in it, every sip will spark a spark of joy in my heart.The music sounded leisurely, lengthy and soothing, like "Who is dancing in the sky while holding the colorful practice", I closed my eyes, and felt as if I was in the Champs-Elysées Avenue with maple leaves floating by the horse-drawn carriage in the last century, dressed in long The Parisian girl in the skirt is standing under the Eiffel Tower, her smile is as bright as the sun...

I was always the last one to leave the bar. When the bar was closed, I was awakened from the beautiful dream by the urging of the waiter.Walking out of the glass door of the bar and walking on the empty streets of Fuzhou at midnight, I realized that Paris is still blooming like a beautiful flower in a distant place called Europe, and it only blooms in my wishful imagination.

Very early on, in my teenage years, I read a lot of French novels, from Stendard to Duras, from Merimee to Musset, and I knew that it was a country full of romance and love.I am passionate about France.

When I got home, I lay naked on the bed, letting the wind from the window gently blow my muscular body bulging from roller skating and exercising.The next day, I will not open my eyes until the sun wakes me up.

One day, I thought, I can't pass the long hours every day, so it's better to travel to other places.

I didn't seem to hesitate even a minute and set off with my huge travel bag on my back.The location I chose was Hui'an, a small county in southern Fujian. That unique county became famous because of a poem called "Huian Women" by the famous poet Shu Ting.

Wandering on the streets paved with bluestone slabs in the small town of Hui'an, I feel like I am in a foreign land.I was amazed by every woman who walked up and passed me.It is said that beautiful women are a specialty of Hui'an, and Hui'an women are particularly hardworking.They are wrapped in flowered cloth turbans, only showing their eyes as bright as cold stars, each pair of eyes are watery and sparkling with spring, and the faces behind the turbans must be charming and moving.Their tops are wide and short, revealing their slender waists and round navels. Their lower bodies are also wide trousers. The trousers flutter like skirts with their light steps.That is the unique attire of Hui'an women. This beautiful attire has lasted for thousands of years and will continue to do so.

Outside the small town is the sea, the hot sea wind blows over the small town, the sun is shining hotly, the small town of Hui'an is like a dried citrus, which makes people feel restless.My bare arms started to hurt like countless embroidery needles. I suddenly understood why Hui'an women had to wear such strange dresses for generations. They turned out to resist the strong ultraviolet rays and hot sea breeze.

However, men are rarely seen in the streets and alleys of Hui'an. They are surrounded by slim women in blue jackets and black trousers. An infinitely fascinated daughter, Guozhong.

I strolled into a small shop on the side of the street. The owner of the shop was a woman in her 30s. The sea breeze that had been raging for a long time did not seem to have left traces of time on her body. A bowl of "mixed noodles" was brought to me, which is a special snack here.Her slender waist twisted beautifully with her steps, her snow-white belly was as vivid and dazzling as a sunray, but her fat buttocks wrapped in black trousers bulged like a mountain peak, and the wide clothes could not hide her Convex figure.

I said, why are there women on the street, where have all the men gone?
While tidying up the cups and dishes, she told me that all the men have gone abroad.

I asked in surprise, why do the men in Hui'an also like to go abroad, and they all go abroad to work?
She said that we are very poor here, and there has been a tradition of going abroad to work for generations.

I said, where is your husband?She went out too?
She smiled, showing her white and neat teeth, and she said, yes.I have been abroad for ten years.

I was silent for a while, not knowing what to say.I clearly know that every left-behind woman has a hard-to-read sutra and a sad history of watching alone.

However, no sadness could be seen on her face, her fair face was as calm as water.While greeting the guests, she started the fire and cooked, with skillful and hasty movements.Maybe she's used to it, maybe she's numb.

A little girl walked in, carrying a schoolbag and wearing a sky blue school uniform.As soon as she came in, she yelled loudly that she was hungry and hungry.Putting down the schoolbag, I grabbed the dough on the plate and ate it.

She looked at her lovingly and told me that it was her daughter.She started preparing lunch for her daughter again.

After the little girl finished her meal in a hurry, she went to the classmate next door to do her homework.There were no more customers in the small shop, and it was quiet.A ray of sunlight shines through the window and slantly shines on the mottled tabletop.The street was also quiet in the afternoon, with only a few pedestrians walking hurriedly.

She moved a stool and sat across from me, looking at me with eyes as clear as water.She said, you are not local?

I smiled and said, do you look like me?
She shook her head and said, no, you should be from the north, so thick and tall.

I asked, is this store usually taken care of by you alone?That's also very busy.

She said, I have to take care of the store and the crops in the field, and there are two old people. I am the only one in the house, but I am used to it.

I secretly marveled, I never imagined that such a gentle woman could support a family of three generations.This kind of family burden is something that even a man cannot bear.

I asked, when will my husband come back?
She said, I don't know, I haven't contacted her for many years.

I was taken aback.After a long silence, I said, what should you do, you have to think about yourself.

There was a trace of sadness in her eyes, and she said, what else can I do, if I take care of the two elderly people and raise the children to adulthood, I will be old too.

I don't know why her husband lost contact with her in a distant foreign country, maybe he has another new love, maybe he has died.However, who knows that in this small city, there lives such a left-behind woman, supporting a heavy life with her frail shoulders.I was devastated.

She said that in our place, some men came back from abroad, while others never came back.Everyone lives like me, so I don't have much pain.

Hui'an women are so virtuous and hardworking.Fate is too unfair to them.I suddenly remembered Shu Ting's poem "Hui'an Woman" written in the late 70s:
The wildfire is far away, far away
in your amber eyes

Silver jewelry from ancient tribes
Restrain the soft waist

Happiness is unpredictable, but a girl's dream

Slowly falling on the sea like a dandelion
Ah, the endless waves
Naturally do not like to talk about suffering
Not that suffering is gone forever
When Dongxiao and Pipa are in the evening photo
wake up the general sadness

You bit the corner of the scarf in your mouth

Standing so gracefully between the sea and the sky

Overlooked: Your Bare Feet
Alkaline beaches and reefs stepped on
Thus, in the cover and illustration
You become a landscape, become a legend
Walking out of the small shop and walking in the streets and alleys in the afternoon, I carry a heavy sorrow in my heart.Hui'an turned out to be such a sad town.

In the past, I only knew that the left-behind women in Fuzhou were suffering and lonely, enduring extreme mental torture. I never thought that the women in Hui'an, who are as beautiful as poetry in people's imagination, would also be heartbroken.In addition to mental pain, they also have heavy labor and physical exhaustion.

Why are left-behind women in the world so lonely and helpless?

It was the afternoon of the second day when I returned to Fuzhou, and the sun was burning above the city. Like many afternoons, the streets of Fuzhou were peaceful and quiet, with few pedestrians. The stall owner on the rattan chair is drowsy because of the lack of patronage.At that time, it was the hottest time of the day in Fuzhou.

Crossing the street, I walked into an alley with hundreds of shops on both sides of the alley.At that time, I often walked through this alley, looking at the eaves with door gods on the baffles, birds and animals carved, stall owners with different looks and expressions, and all kinds of items in the shops.It was a Fuzhou version of "Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival", where the life of common people in Fuzhou was displayed every day.

However, no one would have thought that a violence was about to be staged here.

When the excavator appeared at the mouth of the alley, it did not cause panic.Several children playing in the alley were still telling each other, look, there is such a big car, taller than the house.They ran towards the excavator curiously, and their plastic slippers made a crisp sound as they stepped on the ground paved with bluestone slabs.

However, before the children ran to the excavator, the excavator stretched out its long steel arm. With a slight wave of it, the wall at the entrance of the alley collapsed, splashing dust all over the sky.A dog enjoying the cool air under the wall was buried under the masonry. Its miserable barking was squeezed out from the gap between the masonry and lingered over the alley in the afternoon.

Then, dozens of men stepped out from behind the excavator. They wore black T-shirts, black shorts, and black sunglasses, and each held a softball bat in their hands.The man walking in front still had a walkie-talkie in his hand.They walked into the alley with a murderous look, yelling loudly, go away, go away, demolition is about to happen.

At the end of the alley is a small shop. A woman in her 30s came out from behind the counter. Her hair was disheveled and her face was beaded with sweat.She questioned the group of killer-like men, why did they demolish our house?Is there still a king's law?

The man with the walkie-talkie stomped the woman to the ground, waved his hand, the excavator rumbled in, the huge shovel fell in the air, and the small shop collapsed.

Then, many people ran out from various shops and gathered on the road in the alley.The alley became a pot of sticky porridge.Exclamations, swearing, crying, screaming... Interspersed with the sound of the rumbling engine of the excavator, and the arrogant yelling and cursing of the men in black.The excavator approached step by step, the crowd retreated step by step, and the houses collapsed one by one...

Two men in their 40s were sitting in front of their shop. Their faces were distorted with anger. They shouted loudly, "We won't leave, why should we be driven away?"Run over us if you have the guts.

The man holding the walkie-talkie waved his hand again, and the thugs behind him rushed up, and the softball bat fell on the two men sitting on the ground. They shouted for help, but no one dared to go up to rescue them. Get up and run away in panic.

The batterers lined up in a horizontal row, marching forward with baseball bats held high like menacing gods, and they beat everyone they saw, regardless of gender, age or age.The crowd fled hastily.On the road, there are shoes that have been trampled on one after another.The excavator followed.The alley that was full of peace and tranquility just now turned into ruins in an instant.It's like hell on earth...

I have been watching this cruel scene at the end of the alley, and the horrified crowd surged past me.I was just about to step forward to stop this atrocity in the sun, when I suddenly thought, I am no longer a reporter, I am nothing, I am the same as those fleeing crowd, in the face of rape, we can only swallow our anger, it is a great thing to save our lives Blessed.

Seeing the group of men in black approaching step by step, their black sunglasses reflected panic and fear in the sunlight.I fled into the street with the crowd.

On the street, a white extended Mercedes-Benz was parked under the shade of the trees on the side of the road. It was Gou Jinming's car.I suddenly understood that all of this was planned by the billionaire Gou Jinming.Behind a glass window, there must be Gou Jinming's watching eyes, maybe he is showing a satisfied smile on his face now.

And those whose homes have been destroyed, where will they sleep tonight, and how will they survive in the future.

At that time, I didn't know that among the crowd watching this cruel scene, there was also a provincial leader.At this moment when Gou Jinming was at his most rampant, his doom had already quietly arrived.

It is said that one day a week, this provincial leader would make private visits in disguise. He was walking in the streets and alleys of Fuzhou, wearing a straw hat that shaded the sun, and talking to people on the side of the road. No one knew that this modest old man was actually A senior official who came out of the provincial government compound to understand the real situation of the people.

One evening, I suddenly received a call from Wang Jing. Wang Jing said that she was waiting for me in a teahouse and asked me to drink tea.

When I came to the tea house called "Swordsman Jianghu", I saw Wang Jing sitting by the window. In front of her was a huge coffee table carved from tree roots, painted bright yellow.She looked out the window and smoked silently. Her hair was black and straight, her lips were bright, and the smoke curled up from her hair and drifted to the ceiling.I looked at her from the side, she looked very coquettish and charming.I remember my good friend Chen Kai once said that women who smoke are different, and women who smoke are the most attractive.

I sat across from her, and she took out a cigarette and lit it for me. It was my favorite three-five cigarettes.

She asked, how are you recently?
I said, I've been fired and now a vagrant.

Wang Jing smiled desolately, and she said, I am also a vagrant now.

I asked in amazement, why?Aren't you working in Gou Jinming's real estate company?

Wang Jing said, I resigned myself.I don't want to do it there anymore.

I said, okay now.We can all rest well.After working for so many years, I finally tasted how wonderful and precious freedom is.

Wang Jing told me that when Gou Jinming was violently demolished that day, she and Gou Jinming were sitting in the extended Mercedes.She witnessed Gou Jinming directing the excavator to destroy one store after another, and saw the scenes of those thugs wielding big sticks.At that time, she was stunned by that scene.In the past, she only knew that Gou Jinming was an illegal profiteer. She never thought that Gou Jinming was still such a barbaric hooligan, and the lives of ordinary people were as cheap as ants in his eyes.She tried to stop Gou Jinming, but Gou Jinming said that he had plenty of money, and when he died, he would give him some money and then he would spend it.At that time, she had the idea of ​​resigning. She couldn't work for such a hooligan, and couldn't get along with him.

I said, I admire you very much.

Wang Jing said, I believe that Gou Jinming will not last long, and he will not last long if he is so lawless. After all, this is the world of the Communist Party.

I said that if you do many unrighteous actions, you will die yourself.No ruling party will tolerate such atrocities.

Wang Jing beckoned, and a waiter came over. It was a very delicate girl, wearing a plain orchid cheongsam. She put a bag of tea into the pot, added boiling water, then lifted the tea pot high, tilted it, A thin stream of pale yellow water like a waterfall accurately fell into the small wine cup-like teacup without splashing a single drop.I picked up the teacup, and a burst of fragrance came out, refreshing and intoxicating.

The waiter said that this is the most precious Tieguanyin.It is produced on the only three tea trees at the top of Wuyi Mountain in Fujian. Since the tea trees grow on cliffs, they can only be picked by monkeys.And the annual output is only a dozen catties.

I was taken aback, and I asked Wang Jing, why did he spend so much money on such expensive tea?

Wang Jing said, because I admire you, you are a real reporter who dares to fight against evil alone.

I said that every journalist with a conscience would do like me.In front of the evil, if journalists don't stand up, who else can stand up.

(End of this chapter)