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On the last day of the holiday, Tajikgul called Aiyaximu again: "Today my family and I are hosting, just for the two of you! If you dare not to come, I will take Old Ba to your house!"
Qin Chizian was really afraid that this crazy woman would do something crazy again, so he drove and took Aiyaximu to heavenly above.
But fortunately, after they met, Tajikgul took Aiyaximu aside for a private conversation, and Ba Tuhai took Qin Chizian to his office to have tea.
I don't know if this is a spontaneous outburst of emotion, or if there really is no one to vent to. It seems like Old Ba, who has always been despised by Qin Chizian, has suddenly gained insight into life:
"Bro, I know you are a proud person, and deep down you look down on someone like me. Honestly, in the past, I also looked down on people like you, flaunting your poverty."
However, I have now realized that in this life, people are like the tea leaves in this cup, floating and sinking, just like drinking tea, being able to hold it up and put it down. In the first half of my life, I was so proud, and now I am so pitiful. For many years, I have either been galloping in the wine scene or indulging in women.
But now, apart from money, I'm so poor that I've even lost my soul.
My family is from the Northwest region. When I was young, we were so poor that the whole family only had one set of cotton-padded clothes for the winter. Whoever went out had to wear it, while the others had to huddle on the heated brick bed in the cave dwelling. As the saying goes, "If you walk fast, poverty will catch up; if you walk slowly, poverty will catch up."
At the age of fifteen, I came out to make a living with my second uncle from the Northwest region. I was beaten by the henchmen of the "junk king" for picking up cardboard and recycling old newspapers.
Bigger and go to the construction site to carry bricks and transport cement. After a day's work, the mixture of mud and sweat can form a thick layer of crust on the body.
I feel that poverty is the root of all evil.
Around the construction site, there are also "ladies" who specifically serve migrant workers. There are those in their thirties and forties, charging anywhere from 10 to 20 bucks. Damn it, my first time was taken by a woman in her forties.
I'm done, and she even took the remaining half pack of cigarettes and over ten yuan from me. She said her man was gone, and she has four kids at home. The oldest is about the same age as me, and the whole family depends on her to support them.
When I was a laborer, I earned 90 yuan a month. I smoked nine-cent cigarettes, and I bought one-yuan "Old Yellow Skin" for the foreman. I bought it for a full three months, and the foreman promoted me to a higher position, where I earned 150 yuan a month. I invited the foreman to relax, get foot massages, and so on... Later, I brought out over ten people and led my own team.
At the age of 22, I was already living a "dog's life" outside. I earned my money through hard work and the diminishing "human touch" on my body. One day, as I was assigning tasks to the workers, an old man who was watching the door came running, panting, and said, "Boss, there's someone at the door looking for you, claiming to be from your hometown."
Who will come looking for me?
Over the years, apart from sending money regularly, I rarely return to my hometown in the northwest.
The poverty and hardship of my childhood make me afraid.
I waved to dismiss the workers and followed the old man to the gate. Standing there timidly was none other than Zhou Honghong. She is the village chief's daughter, the same age as me, and was my desk mate for five years in elementary school. She has a gentle and elegant appearance. The village chief is also a bully. When I picked a cucumber from the production team, he slapped me in the face, and I have resented him since I was young.
In the street, there is a Five Guarantees household. Zhou Honghong took some pickles and steamed buns from home to help the elderly, but when her mother found out, she grabbed her by the hair and beat her, saying, "With you and your two brothers, our family's five mouths still don't have enough to eat. You, a burden, even stole things from home to give to that old coffin filler! I'll tear your rotten x..." The words were so vicious that it was unbearable to listen to. How could a mother curse her own daughter like that?
Uncle and aunt said that if the village head and his wife can have a peaceful end after a hundred years, it will also be the accumulation of virtue for their daughter, Zhou Honghong.
At school, Zhou Honghong and I were lying on the same cement table. Once, she secretly broke an egg in half for me: "Haige, there's egg yolk on this side, I don't like it, you can have it."
That's an egg! How can anyone not like it?
This is one of the best foods I have eaten in many years.
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" brother Tuhai!" When she saw me, Honghong weakly shouted, tears streaming down her cheeks.
I asked, " Honghong! How did you come here?"
She wiped her eyes and said, "I... I can't stay at home anymore!"
At the construction site canteen, watching Honghong slurping up the meat sauce-covered noodles, I turned to the woman cooking and said, " Aunt Qiu, give my sister another bowl, with extra sauce!"
Two bowls of noodles in my belly, and the yellow-white face has gained a bit of rosy color.
It was only then that I realized, that quiet and kind little girl from back then has already "grown up." In my eyes, which have "seen countless women," what should be prominent has become so, what should be perky has become so, her skin tone is a little dark, but that's the natural beauty of working in the fields and not using makeup...
As I brazenly scrutinized her, her face turned red.
She said, "His father is gone." Then her mother got sick, her two brothers had already moved out, and she was struggling to make ends meet. She couldn't take care of her increasingly frail mother and younger sister. With no other options, she came to my house to get an address and came to provincial capital to find me.
The evil fire in my heart burns more and more fiercely.
In the evening, after a full meal and a shower, Honghong came to my room and told me about the recent events in the village and her family.
She started by saying, "I'm listening."
Later, she leaned on me and said, and I held her to listen.
Later, I held her and slept together, with images of a half-boiled egg and the village chief's couple flashing in my mind.
Honghong Tears in my eyes, I don't know if it's the pain of the first time or joy.
I don't know myself, whether what comes with it is the pleasure of revenge or the deep affection of love.
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This time, I did what I wanted to do.
I kept her for three days, and every night she was full of excitement and fighting spirit. On the fourth morning, I struggled out from her embrace and tried to appear righteous: "Girl, I'll give you 200 yuan... to take you to the station and buy you a ticket." I shamefully didn't say I would marry her or take any responsibility for her.
Honghong murmured, "Brother, I want to stay here and work. You can just pay me whatever you think is fair!"
I pointed to the woman cooking and said, "Girl, the only woman here is Aunt Qiu..."
She suddenly looked up and said, "Brother, I can cook with Aunt Qiu too!"
I firmly said, "No, you have to go home. After you go back, ask Mrs. Dezi if she agrees to you staying here, then we can talk about it." She didn't ask me to marry her, and didn't dare to ask me to take responsibility. What kind of relationship do we have? What is this considered?
I gave Honghong two hundred dollars, took her to the mall to buy a new outfit, and sent her on the long-distance bus back to Anan.
Do I love her? Maybe I just crave her body.
Do I hate her? Not really, the village chief is the village chief, and she is herself.
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