Left-behind women in Fuzhou

Chapter 8 Alian's Story (2)
As far back as the 30s and [-]s, China began to boycott Japanese goods. I remember reading a book about the revolutionary martyr Fang Zhimin when I was a child. There was a scene where Fang Zhimin and his classmates took to the streets to burn Japanese goods and blow up Japanese stores. , and today, who dares to count, how many shops are selling Japanese goods on the street, and how many Japanese cars are driving?
I am heartbroken for this unfulfilling nation, for this too forgetful nation.

Under my education and nurturing, A-Lian burned down the previously purchased Japanese-made clothes and gave away a newly-bought Japanese-made digital camera to others.

I admire this petite woman from the bottom of my heart.

Alian is a very petty woman.

Alian has two houses, one in Fuqing and the other in Fuzhou.

The house in Fuzhou is located in the suburbs. When you open the window, you can see the Minjiang River flowing through the downstairs, day and night. A blossoming mushroom after the rain.Under the umbrellas are people lying leisurely in swimsuits.There are white sails in the distance, which are boats fishing for sand.And every night, the lights on both sides of the Minjiang River are like stars, and the stars in the sky are reflected in the river water. Watching the Minjiang River flowing in the dark, you will know what is called the Milky Way.Sometimes, the ship will pass by the river, playing the long and dull flute slowly, making you feel as if you are in a dream.

Alian often lives in Fuzhou, and the house in Fuqing has been vacant.

The first time I walked into Alian's home by the Minjiang River, I was amazed. Although I had made mental preparations, I didn't expect it to be more luxurious than I imagined.There are delicate wood grains on the light red wooden floor, whether it is natural or artificial.The walls and ceiling on all four sides are also decorated with wooden panels, painted with beautiful patterns like fairyland, trees, rivers, grasslands, sky... from the front to the distant infinity.After watching it carefully and touching it with my hands, I realized that the whole room is a picture. I don't know how this petite woman had such an idea in the first place.

Alian stood in front of "a big tree" and asked me proudly, is it beautiful?

I nodded.

Alian said, my house is the only one in Fuzhou, and there is no other branch.I hired two artists and it took two months to finish the painting.Do you know who they are?

I shook my head.

Alian said, it was two foreigners.After painting, they went back to Denmark.

Push open a "small wooden door in the forest" on the screen, and come to a small tea room.There is only one tea table in the room, like the furnishings of all tea shops in Fuzhou, the tea table is carved out of tree roots, with a varnish glow.There are a few cushions scattered around the coffee table.The tea room is undecorated and looks very simple. There is a "Tea Tasting Picture" hanging on the wall. A very old monk with a cane leans against a pine tree to drink tea. The ink used in the picture is light, which makes people feel peaceful.

However, the walls that were supposed to be pure white turned pale yellow. After a long time, I realized that it was caused by Alian's smoking.

Alian is very addicted to cigarettes, and she smokes two packs of cigarettes a day.And only draw three or five.

Alian sent the children to the kindergarten, and she would sit in the tea room almost every night, listening to music, smoking one by one until dawn.

This is how she spends her days.

Her favorite song is "Twilight" by Xiaogang, an extremely tender song, and Xiaogang's magnetic voice has transformed this tenderness into infinite sentimentality.As she listened, she burst into tears.

Left-behind women suffer more than ordinary women, no matter whether she is rich or poor, no matter she is knowledgeable or shallow.The sky of left-behind women is always incomplete, and the emotions of left-behind women are always incomplete.

After that, I often went to Alian's house.Sometimes I would give her some relaxing books and newspapers, and then turn around and leave after a few words of greeting; when I was in a bad mood because there were no interview clues, I would chat with her in her tea room where "cave dwellers lived".We lay on both sides of the coffee table, chatted without a word, sipped the tea that had already become light, and listened to the soft music played by the corner speaker.It doesn't matter what you say, maybe the topic you just talked about has been forgotten when you want to talk about it again, and we start a new topic, and we don't even need to think about it.For a long time, we were just listening to each other's voice, and listening to each other's voice was also a kind of enjoyment. Her voice was very soft and soft, like soft hair, and it has been teasing to the deepest part of my heart, letting me Comfortable and satisfied.And she also said that my voice is very magnetic and masculine, and I can tell from the voice that I am a very tall, strong and handsome man.

However, I never thought I was handsome.Looking at the fierce face in the mirror every day, with long hair, sharp lips, and single eyelids, I feel ashamed of myself.I have always thought that a handsome man is a delicate man, but I am not delicate at all, so I am not handsome at all.The only thing I am satisfied with about my body is my strong body. Years of fitness and roller skating have made my whole body muscular and powerful.However, Alian said that women actually like sunny and strong men, just like Stallone and Schwarzenegger.

At that time, we were together, Alian taught me to speak Hokkien, and I brought her many music discs, and taught her to appreciate foreign music.That year was the year when "Secret Garden" and "Bandari" became very popular in China.

In the caveman teahouse, I also met three people: one is a Taiwanese man in his 40s, with dark skin, who speaks a dialect that may be Gaoshan nationality, which is difficult to understand; the other is a man in his 20s, very tall. He is tall and handsome, but not masculine at all. He is obsessed with Alian and seems to be very scared; there is also a very beautifully dressed girl, who wears different sexy clothes every time and wears heavy makeup. , lazy and lacklustre.

For a long time, I didn't know the identities of these three people.Because of them, I think Alian is very mysterious.

However, I have never seen her daughter, nor have I ever been in her bedroom.

It's just that in her thick photo album, I saw many photos of her and her daughter. The little girl is as pure and lovely as an angel, except that she lacks a pair of wings.There is also a naked group photo of them together. I saw a butterfly tattooed on Alian's belly. The colorful butterfly spread its wings and landed on the white belly, looking coquettish and beautiful.

To this day, I still can't read Alian. She is a very thick and difficult book, and there are too many contradictions in it.I don't know if this book is a peerless classic or a superficial popular reader.She is pure, but sometimes she is cunning like an old fox; she is upright, but sometimes she does unethical things;She cleans herself up, but has many friends with complicated backgrounds.Sometimes she spends a lot of money, but sometimes she counts every penny.I don't know whether she is innocent or mature, kind or evil.

I have never dared to get closer to her, this woman with too many mysteries is like a fire, she will burn everything that approaches her.

One morning, I received another call from an informant. In the most famous private kite kindergarten in Fuzhou, a four-year-old girl picked up several thousand yuan and waited until the owner arrived before going to school.

A child who is only four years old, with several thousand yuan, stands in the cold wind and waits for the owner... This is an excellent news thread, and it is much better than the subjects of murder, arson, rape and prostitution.I took a taxi and hurried to Kite Private Kindergarten.

It was a very beautiful girl with long and curled eyelashes, a pink face with two deep dimples.The girl's skin was very white and delicate, and her whole body was so fleshy that water could almost be pinched out.When I saw her, I couldn't help but hug her.At that moment, I suddenly felt that she seemed familiar, as if I had seen her somewhere.But I immediately told myself, impossible, beautiful children have something in common.I think, as long as I can have such a girl in my life, even if I have nothing, I am willing.

Auntie is a woman in her 30s with kind eyes. She has been smiling and watching us quietly from the side.The aunt said that the girl has the best academic performance in the class.

The bell rang, and my aunt was going to class.She deliberately left the little girl for my interview.The little girl leaned against the bed, crossed her fingers and put them on her chest, licking her mouth with her red tongue from time to time, looking like a star who had seen the world.I secretly laughed in my heart.

The girl said that after eating breakfast today, she sneaked out of the school gate. She wanted to call her mother, but her mother was hospitalized.Fearing that the teacher would find her, she sneaked along the corner of the wall, which was separated from the road by a row of holly.Before she reached the telephone hall, she saw a wallet on the road, picked it up, and found a thick wad of money inside.She didn't call, but stood there waiting for the owner.She thought that after losing so much money, the owner must be very anxious and will definitely find it.The wind was so strong in the morning that it made her shiver all the time, but she couldn't leave, and there was no way to find her without the owner.Later, the bell for class rang, but she still couldn't walk away, but the teacher would criticize her if she didn't go to class, so she burst into tears.Later, the owner finally came. It was a parent who wanted to transfer his child from another school to Kite Kindergarten. He took the money to go through the admission procedures.He wiped away the little girl's tears, carried her back to the campus, and found the teacher.

I said, what's your name?
The girl said, my name is Lin Nana.

I said, why don't you keep the money for yourself, that money can help your mother get medical treatment and buy you a lot of toys.

The girl said, my mother said that you can't take other people's things.

I want to interview this great mother.I asked, what's your mother's name?
The girl said that her name was Lin Fenglian.

What?I stood up in amazement.It's Alian.This is Alian's daughter.I held the girl's face and watched it carefully. She was exactly the same as the little girl I saw in the photo. Why didn't I remember it just now.

I said, how could my mother be hospitalized?where is she now

The girl said, I called home to find my mother, and the aunt at home said that my mother was hospitalized.Don't know where she is.

I very much regret not being in touch with Alian these days.I hurriedly dialed Alian's phone, and it took a long time before the phone was connected.The voice over there is a bit inaudible, maybe the signal in the hospital ward is not good.I said, Alian, I am with Nana now.Let Nana talk to you first.

The girl answered the phone, only called her mother, and kept crying, unable to say a word...

Alian was hospitalized for an appendectomy.She said lightly that it was a minor operation.Much less pain than she had endured before.

She said that she worked in a quarry in eastern Fujian after graduating from junior high school, and the basalt produced there is famous all over the country.There are several large typhoons in Fujian every year.When a typhoon comes, there will be landslides and mudslides there.Once, she was washed away by mudslides and buried in piles of rubble. People searched for three days, but there was still no trace of her. They gave up hope of continuing to search and notified their families.Unexpectedly, she came back on the fourth day, and she survived miraculously.She was covered in blood and staggered as she walked.She crawled out of the rubble.

Another time, she and her husband drove a ten-wheel truck to send stone furniture to Inner Mongolia. They got lost in the desert and were surrounded by wolves. The wolves broke the glass. They sat in the cab, each holding a A knife, against the shattered window.At midnight in the desert, dripping water turns into ice.They back to back, use body heat to keep warm, but also guard against wild wolves breaking in through the window.After dawn, the wolves dispersed, and a group of passing military vehicles rescued them.

However, I can't figure out why the couple who walked out of the desperate situation of death now have the happiness built by money, why they still have to part, one is far away, and the other is desolate.

Alian was hospitalized for a week, and during that week, I went to the hospital to accompany her every night.

She is a wonderful woman and a great mother.

She was treated in a small but cozy ward.There was only one bed in that ward, and a couch where you could lie down and rest.The nurse lady will come every morning to change the sheets and clean up.

During the long night, she has been hanging the hanging bottle.Watching the liquid in the bottle flow into her body drop by drop, I believe that her physical strength is recovering bit by bit, and her strength is also increasing bit by bit.She was lying on the bed, her long, brown-yellow hair draped over the pillow, like flying through chaotic clouds.What a beautiful face, how charming, how delicate, and so pale, bloodless, it makes people feel pity.

I stretched out my arms and put her on the bed. Her hand was in my open palm. Her fingers were slender and pale, and the blood vessels on the back of her hand could be seen clearly. She closed her eyes and listened to me quietly. , like a child.We were like that, my palm gently holding her hand, and I didn't let go for a long, long time.

Sometimes I read her novels, some written by me and others.When she heard the ecstasy, she smiled heartily and said, reading is really a kind of enjoyment, and she regretted not studying hard at that time.I am very envious that you have such a high culture and so much knowledge.Alas, more money is useless, money is not the most important thing in life.

I was very moved. It was the first time I heard about a woman who valued knowledge more than money.

She said, it would be great if you could be my husband.

I remembered that Mei Niang once said the same thing.I don't think I'm handsome. I have a fierce face, long hair hanging loose, and a too strong and burly figure, just like a knight walking in the rivers and lakes.When I was walking on the street, I really envied those white-faced scholars who were gentle and slender with a little bird-like girlfriend nestled beside them.But why do they all say that? Is it because they are all poor left-behind women who have no sustenance, or they themselves like tough men like me.

Alian said that a man's appearance is not important, what is important is to have a kind and considerate heart.What women need is not to have a sense of security.

Seven days later, A-Lian was discharged from the hospital, and A-Lian who got off the hospital bed was pinched and her cheeks were sunken.The pair of black trousers that had been worn so tight were now hanging loosely around his waist.There were two wrinkles as thin as mosquito feet at the corners of her eyes.

The seven nights of getting along suddenly shortened the distance between us.

Walking out of the hospital gate, we held hands and called a taxi.

In the summer of 2005, Fuzhou seemed to be hotter than ever before. The fiery red sun hung over the city, and people were too lazy to move.The asphalt road is almost melted by the sun, and the ground is sticky when you step on it, making it hard to extricate yourself.There are tens of thousands of fire snakes scurrying in the air, stinging people's bare scalps and burrowing into people's clothes, making people feel fearful and painful.The street was dead silent and dull.There are few pedestrians in the streets and alleys, and the few cars drive by lazily, the windows reflecting the dizzying sunlight.Everything under the sun was listless, lifeless, dying.There is no wind, the wind blows only in the distant horizon.

The weather is hot, and in the sauna city where you can shower, enjoy air conditioning, and enjoy special services, the business is surprisingly good.

Ah Qing would often call and tell me what she had seen and heard that day.In that sauna city that can accommodate hundreds of girls, all kinds of weird and unimaginable things will be staged.She was giggling and trembling on the other end of the phone, and I was in pain on the other end of the phone.Sauna City is a place where filth and filth are hidden, and Sauna City is also a gold-selling cave for rich people.Ah Qing is so beautiful, so eye-catching, in that kind of place where men show their most primitive instincts, how many people will stare at her with lustful eyes every day, and how many people will have her ideas in their hearts every day.Even though she is a pure girl, there, she will eventually meet a man who makes her heart beat.It's just a matter of time.

Sure enough, just a few months later, a man in his 30s came to the city where Ah Qing worked. The homeless Ah Qing bought a house, and Ah Qing obediently fell into his arms.

As a reporter, I would never be able to afford that apartment in my life.

It is said that Ah Qing’s boyfriend is like many uneducated and foreign language people who go abroad to work in Fuzhou. They work in the most humble jobs in distant foreign countries, washing dishes, sweeping streets, picking up garbage, and even carrying dead bodies in hospitals.However, all of this is no longer important. The important thing is that he has returned to his hometown with a lot of money.He can afford a house for a woman to live in, and he can afford a woman's materialistic happiness.Despite his ugly appearance and his previous marriage history, in the eyes of women who value material comforts, he is still a handsome and handsome prince charming.

After that, I had no choice but to leave Fuzhou again and start another round of wandering in the rivers and lakes.

The day I left Fuzhou coincided with the arrival of Typhoon Haitang.I took the last flight into the sky, looking at the gray city under my feet, the typhoon is approaching by the sea, I don't know what kind of fate the friends who stay in this city will face, but I go, With the future at stake and maybe never seeing them again, I couldn't hold back the tears.

In the summer of 2005, the relationship between Ah Qing and I was rising like the temperature of this season.

That evening, Ah Qing called me and asked me to go to Diba.I agreed.

(End of this chapter)