Left-behind women in Fuzhou

Chapter 29 Wang Jing's Story (8)
Wang Jing looked out of the window, tears slipped down his cheeks and dripped into the empty wine glass.Fonteyn offered her handkerchief, which she took, unfolded carefully, and pressed her cheek, sobbing softly.She was wearing a tight sleeveless T-shirt, and I saw blue scars on her shoulders as well.

I don't know what to say, I looked at the dark night outside the window, and my heart sank into the thick darkness.I don't know how the husband she has been looking forward to from abroad treats her, what kind of pain she endures these days.

It took a long time before Wang Jing stopped sobbing. She lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and let it out again. In the curling smoke, the once beautiful face looked very sad.She said he knew everything and we were preparing for a divorce.

Wang Jing's husband is a man wearing myopia glasses, with a fair face, a slender figure, and a gentle manner.I have seen his photo in the photo album of Wang Jing's home.He is undoubtedly highly educated, and he is engaged in a job that many people envy. However, he is the kind of man who is as cold as ice and vicious as a snake.You will never be able to guess his thoughts, but this kind of person is particularly scheming, which makes you shudder.He is narrow-minded, he will exact revenge, he is hysterical, he is conceited, you will never be able to judge him with the psychology of a normal person, and you will never be able to enter his inner world.He is paranoid, he is narrow-minded, he is selfish, he is always self-centered, he only has himself in his heart, and he will only love himself.I saw him in the photo album of Wang Jing’s family. His gaze behind the glasses was unfathomable, but exuded a kind of cold light. deep fear.Although he was very thin, almost weak, almost powerless, but that fear came from his bones, and he radiated coldness from his bones.Like those furry insects curled up in a ball, like those myriads crawling in a panic, they are so weak that if you step on them, they will be smashed to pieces, but you are still afraid of them, afraid of their ugliness , afraid of their body color, afraid of the poisonous juice they splash around.

Wang Jing's husband is called Lin Wenge, a very contemporary name.That year, when millions of Red Guards wore green military uniforms, red badges, and yellow satchels with the words "The Red Army is not afraid of expeditionary difficulties" printed on them, they crowded into the trains that could not carry the heavy load and were almost paralyzed to Tiananmen Square. When the square was inspected by the great leader, Wang Jing's husband was born in Changting, Fujian Province, the place where a Red Army team was born and the revolutionary fire was planted.The harsh environment and poor life there strongly stimulated him, making him tenacious and stubborn, making him cynical and hard-hearted.

Wang Jing didn't know who told Lin Wenge everything about her and Zhang Feng, and she would never know.There will always be some people in this world who care more about others than themselves, always fearing that the world will be peaceful.The second day after Lin Wenge returned home, he received an inexplicable call from the public telephone hall, telling him what had happened to Wang Jing.Lin Wenge entrusted a friend to investigate at the police station, and he found Wang Jing's transcript.He was furious.He believes that the most unbearable thing for a man is his wife's cheating, which is the greatest humiliation to a husband, especially in the community where they live, people already know about it.He felt that as he walked through the community, in the sight of people, those ironic eyes were stripping off his clothes one by one, causing his self-esteem to fall into countless pieces on the concrete pavement of the community. Sacrosanct self-esteem.

So, he began to torture Wang Jing pervertedly.

He stripped his wife naked, bound her hands, and made her lick and suck his dirty genitals; he savagely stuffed all the strips he could find in the room into her pussy, pounding and stirring ;He pulled off his wife's pubic hair and threw it off the balcony; he stuffed the smelly socks into his wife's mouth, and twisted her nipples hard to prevent her from screaming...he is a pervert The devil, who finds pleasure in torturing his wife every day.

Poor Wang Jing, she didn't dare to shout, and she was ashamed to shout, she thought she was guilty, and she fell into deep self-blame.

However, who can think about these left-behind women, during the long and endless wait, they endure the torment of sexual desire every day, and they use their will to try their best to extinguish the burning fire of desire in their hearts.Who heard their suppressed cry and their painful moans in the dark night?
The left-behind women are the most pitiful and deplorable group of women in the world. They struggle and wait in the torment, but what they wait for is an unpredictable result.

There are worse endings waiting for her.

During those days, she was in a trance, she had no appetite, and even if she forced herself to eat some food, she would vomit.When she walked, her feet fluttered, she lost weight day by day, her belly was as flat as a piece of white paper, and the ribs at her waist could be felt.

One day, she went to the supermarket to buy vegetables. She hadn't been to the supermarket for a long time. Life is very good.Among the people who came and went and passed her by, who would understand the sadness that weighed heavily in her heart.She thought of death.She thought that if she walked out of the supermarket and walked on the street with heavy traffic, if a car speeding from the side hit her waist, she would fly lightly to heaven like a beautiful butterfly.She will not struggle, she is willing to go there, where the sun shines and is pure and transparent.There would no longer be heavy pains that suffocated her.

She bought some vegetables indiscriminately, and walked towards the elevator with a plastic bag. Seeing the elevator running, she suddenly felt dizzy. She staggered and suddenly fainted beside the elevator.She only heard exclamations from all around, and then lost consciousness.

The supermarket security rushed her to the hospital for blood tests.She woke up when a sharp needle pierced her finger.A dull pain passed through my heart...

Wang Jing stopped talking, and she leaned on the table, suppressing her crying, her thin shoulders trembling uncontrollably.Fontaine stroked her dry hair with her hands, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.I beckoned to the waiter, and the waiter added another bottle of red wine. The dark red wine was more like blood, which added a kind of sadness to people's hearts.

I said, so far, there is only one way to divorce.Don't be too sad either.

Wang Jing stood up and wiped away his tears.I saw that her cheeks were as thin as a knife.She whimpered and said that getting a divorce is the best ending, but I would rather die now, and I have been declared dead.

That day, in the hospital, blood tests came back and she tested positive for the virus.Holding the test sheet in her hand, if she was shocked by electricity, how could it be?how could be?How could it be positive, how could it be AIDS.Just a month ago, she participated in voluntary blood donation, and at that time, she was fine.

The doctor looked at her strangely, arranged her to sit on a bench in the corridor, and then went back to the laboratory to pick up the phone.As if being shocked by an electric shock, she stared blankly at the snow-white ceiling.She didn't know why this was the case, why she had HIV.Later, when the doctor was not paying attention, she sneaked out of the hospital.

She still took chances, she wondered if the doctor might make a mistake in the test.

When she got home, she didn't say anything.Lin Wenge has gone out, and they will not tell each other's whereabouts.She began to rummage through Lin Wenge's belongings. From a suit pocket hanging in the closet, she found a bottle of medicine with dense English letters on it.She read it carefully, only to realize that it was a medicine for AIDS.

She clearly knows that there is no cure for AIDS, and the best medicine can only delay symptoms.Being diagnosed with HIV is equivalent to announcing death.

At dusk, Lin Wenge came back.she questioned him angrily.He said unabashedly that he had AIDS and was infected in the United States six months ago, and he didn't know who infected him.In that country where making love is as casual and open as drinking water, he has multiple sexual partners.

He said he wanted revenge on everyone.

It was already midnight when we came out of the bar, the street was silent, the tall banyan trees undulating silently like mountains, and the lighted rooms on the tall buildings in the distance looked like caves with bonfires, and there was the sound of car engines from time to time It sounded low, like the howling of wolves at midnight.We are in the red and dusty southern city, but it seems that we are in the ancient prehistoric world, and everything seems to be a generation away.The moon hangs high in the sky. It is full like a disc once a month, and bent like a flat boat once a month. It has been like this for tens of millions of years, hundreds of millions of years.The moon is still the same moon from ancient times, and the people under the moonlight have changed many times and generations.Life is so short and fragile, so desolate and painful, and a sigh passes through my heart.

Wang Jing waved to me pretending to be relaxed. I saw her smile under the moonlight was very sad and sad. The face that was looming behind the long hair was once beautiful and stunning, and it was once high-spirited, but the confidence and charm of the past are no more today. Not a trace was left.She turned and walked away, the night wind was blowing her thin body, she staggered like a paper doll, walking frivolously and erratically, like a flag in the wind.

I was full of heavy sadness, tears almost fell down.I took a few steps to catch up with her, and I asked, where are you going?
She smiled desolately, and the moonlight through the bushes sprinkled spots on her face, making that face terrifying and weird.She said, where else can I go?I never want to go back to that home.Tonight I'll be walking down the street until dawn.

Putting my hand on her shoulder, I said, I will walk with you.

She avoided me suddenly like an electric shock, she backed up repeatedly and said, don't touch me, don't touch me, I can't hurt you.

I shook my head and said, fool, do you think AIDS is really that terrible?I have been in contact with too many people with AIDS.Maybe except Gao Yaojie and Gui Xien, no one knows AIDS better than me, and no one understands AIDS patients better than me.

Gao Yaojie and Gui Xi'en were named "Moving China" figures by CCTV. They have been in and out of AIDS high-incidence areas many times, and they have given AIDS patients hope and confidence in their survival with their great love.

Before ordinary people knew what kind of disease AIDS, the "killer of the century", was, I started to conduct interviews and reports on AIDS alone in this once pure land of China.It was the end of the last century.

At that time, only a few internal publications reported that a miraculous disease appeared in Henan. The patients kept getting hot and emaciated, and a dozen or even dozens of people died in a village every year.Medical experts were helpless.

I read the article about this "strange disease" at the home of my uncle who is a doctor. My professional sensitivity made me make the most daring choice in my life, but I didn't realize it at the time.According to the address provided in the article, I traveled from Shaanxi to Henan in a hard-seat carriage that smelled of sweat and feet, and bumped all the way to the village where "strange illnesses" were common.The matter was even more serious than what was recorded in that article. Not only this village, but every family in the surrounding villages had sick people. The plague permeated the village, and the village under the plague did not hear the sound of chickens and dogs.At that time, I didn't know how this "killer of the century" would make people talk about it. I ate with them in the villagers' homes, and slept in the same bed with them at night, tearing open a pack of cigarettes, each of us ; Open a bottle of wine and take a sip one by one.I spent many days with the villagers suffering from AIDS, and they told me that since they sold blood, they felt that their bodies were not right, they had no energy, and they lost weight rapidly.And every household here sells blood, and selling blood has become their economic industry and a means for them to get rich.

I also saw the "red head document" issued by the local county government in the homes of several villagers. The document strongly encourages farmers to sell blood, believing that selling blood will make them get rich quickly and shake off the label of poverty.The slogan "If you want to live a good life, sell more blood" is written on the walls of every village.Thinking about it now, all of this is unimaginable, but it was true at the time.It was only after a few years that the facts were confirmed. It was because of selling blood that these poor farmers went to death.A dirty needle contaminated with AIDS pierced the blood vessels of farmers, sowing death in their otherwise strong bodies.

However, after the local government discovered this "mysterious killer", it tried its best to cover it up, preventing farmers from telling the outside world that they were selling blood. They blocked the news and watched their own people fall in groups without doing anything.

A few years later, I got to know a few colleagues in the "New Weekly", which was rated as "the most influential media", and then I realized that they were also interviewing secretly at that time, but the one they interviewed was not the same as me. village.We are the first group of journalists to enter the high-incidence area of ​​AIDS.We tried to uncover the truth of the matter, but we were all suppressed, blocked, expelled and imprisoned by the local government without exception.

In the "New Weekly", I also heard a story.When AIDS was rampant and Gao Yaojie and Gui Xien wrote to the central committee again and again, the top management was finally shocked.Wu Yi, the "Iron Lady of China" who was the State Councilor at the time, came to Henan for investigation.In the hotel, Wu Yi talked with the officials of the Henan Provincial Department of Health behind closed doors for more than four hours.Meanwhile, provincial senior officials in Henan lined up and waited outside their rooms, sweating profusely, standing bent over and terrified.After Wu Yi went out, she left without even looking at them.A few days later, Henan caused an earthquake in the officialdom, and a large number of high-ranking officials were dismissed.Since then, China's AIDS policy has become more transparent.

Just one year after I interviewed the AIDS Village in Henan, I went to the AIDS Village in Shangluo, Shaanxi to interview.I have a lot of first-hand information about AIDS, but those materials can only be shelved, they don't see the light of day.

I have dealt with AIDS patients again and again, and hovered on the edge of death again and again, but I am still healthy and strong.I don't know why, I used to put it down to my luck.It wasn't until I read an article by Gui Xien that I realized that AIDS is not as terrible as people say.It is transmitted in only three ways: breast milk, sexual intercourse, and blood.Normal communication will not transmit AIDS.

I often wonder why animals cannot be infected with AIDS by promiscuity, but why are humans infected by promiscuity?Perhaps this is God's punishment for human beings who do not abide by the moral norms. Human beings are destined to be monogamous and only loyal to their spouses.

Just a few days before I wrote this novel, official sources said that there were 80 HIV-positive people in China.According to insiders, it has actually reached nearly [-] million.What a scary number.

That night, Wang Jing and I walked along the street, we didn't know where we came.Occasionally, there will be a few pedestrians in a hurry after the night shift on the street, as well as those yelling men and women who have just returned from the karaoke bar and smell of alcohol.I said that AIDS patients are not the same as AIDS carriers.AIDS carriers can live longer, you don't need to give up on yourself and suffer so much, you should be a carrier, you still have a long way to go.

Wang Jing said, I don't know what should I do from now on?I want to die.

I said that there are many AIDS carriers in this world, they are no different from normal people, and they also want to have their own lives.Life will not end immediately, it will continue tomorrow.You have to live well.

Wang Jing said, I can no longer live.

I moved her shoulder, I looked into her eyes and said, some AIDS patients can live for ten years or even longer.This period of time belongs to the incubation period, and they are no different from ordinary people.You have no right to end your own life, because your life is given by your parents.

Wang Jing nodded with tears streaming down his face.

I said, there is a country in Africa called Zimbabwe, a very poor country, one-third of the people in that country are infected with AIDS, but not all of them live happily.In the face of disasters, we must learn to face up to them instead of avoiding them.

We stayed until dawn that night, we talked a lot, and we also talked about our dreams and our childhood.We are side by side, like a very sweet couple.It feels like our hearts are very close, very close, never before.

I didn't expect that that night was the last time we saw each other, and after that, Wang Jing disappeared from my life.

I didn't expect that I just casually mentioned Zimbabwe, a country with a high incidence of AIDS, and that Wang Jing would go there afterwards.

Dongbai Commercial Building became my favorite place in the summer of 2005. I went there almost every week, like a tourist rather than a customer. The jeweled goods, where every salesperson is as dazzling as those goods, make people ecstatic.According to legend, there are the most beautiful girls in Fuzhou gathered there.

(End of this chapter)