Abandoned woman Zhang Baotong 2016.11.12

The sun was about to set, and Lan Lan saw Writer Wang. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Writer Wang has to walk from the path in front of her house every day to Yungang Mountain behind the village to walk and see the scenery. Yungang is the highest hill near the village. Above is a flat meadow and woods, and a cemetery. People in the village generally don't go there. It's just that people outside love the view of going up up to see the sunset.

Writer Wang is in his fifties, thin and thin, sven and literate, quite tall, probably overusing his brain or thinking too much, and his head has begun to lose his head. He was wearing a blue-gray long-sleeved tracksuit, and he walked straight and straight, looking very energetic, looking like a person who had been a cadre in the city.

For some reason, Lan Lan was afraid to see Writer Wang, afraid that people would laugh at her for wearing torn clothes, and her family still lived in an adobe house. Therefore, whenever Writer Wang passed by the door, she had to hide in the house, not wanting to meet him. However, at the moment, Lan Lan had no way to avoid him, so she could only hold back her crying and lower her head, not wanting him to see that she was crying.

However, Writer Wang squatted in front of her, looking at her with that worried look, and stuffed two napkins in her hands, and said to her, "What happened, can I help?" Seeing that Lan Lan didn't pay attention to him, he stood up and walked towards Yungang.

However, after only a short while, he came back from that side. Obviously, he didn't go up to Yungang, at most he only went to the bottom of the mountain in Yungang. He came back to her, crouched down, and said to her, "It's getting dark, go back." But he didn't know where she was going, and when he saw that she was still sitting still, he said to her, "Go home and eat." ”

Seeing Lan Lan still stubbornly sitting like a sculpture, motionless, he took out a piece of chocolate from his trouser pocket, put it on her hand, and slowly left.

Lan Lan was very surprised by Writer Wang's move. She looked up at him with gratefulness. However, he had gone far away, but he kept looking back at her. The gaze seemed to convey an indescribable concern and sympathy, and a faint sadness. Looking at the figure of Writer Wang in the distance, Lan Lan thought that this man was so good, if any woman found this kind of man, how blessed would she be!

At this time, it was innocently dark, and Lan Lan stopped crying. She sat on a stone by the side of the road, waiting for it to get completely dark. She had been crying for most of the day, and she felt very hungry because she had not eaten at noon. So, she peeled off the piece of chocolate. She had seen this kind of chocolate in the supermarket, and it cost a few yuan a piece, which was very expensive. Something that is so expensive will definitely be very tasty. So, she licked it with her tongue, and an unusual sweetness permeated her body. By the time she had finished eating the whole chocolate, it was already completely dark, but she didn't want to jump into the river anymore.

Lan Lan cheered up, wiped away her tears, and decided to go to Qiusheng. In her mind, Qiusheng is the only one who loves her. Now she is desperate and can only ask him for help. But Lan Lan was very hesitant in her heart, that time she jumped into the river, it was Qiusheng who rescued her, and after that, Lanlan asked Qiusheng to help every time she encountered difficulties. She knew that Qiusheng really loved her, and begged her many times to want to hug her, kiss her, touch her, and even have sex with her. She knew it was a sign of a man's love for a woman. But she had only let him hug him once, because he was more than ten years older than her, and she didn't like to let older men get close to her the most. If Qiusheng was younger, according to Huang Youcai, she would have secretly Qiusheng if she didn't treat her like this. Women are like this, their own men are unreliable, so they have to find other men to rely on. Otherwise, no one will take care of you when you encounter trouble.

Lan Lan walked towards the small shop and wanted to call Qiusheng, but she met an acquaintance on the road and called Qiusheng on her acquaintance's mobile phone.

Hearing that Lan Lan had something, Qiusheng immediately rushed over. As soon as she saw Qiusheng, Lan Lan couldn't help crying, because she could only confide in Qiusheng alone because she was full of grievances. Qiusheng saw that Lan Lan's eyes were swollen from crying, so he was distressed, so he hugged her tightly and kept comforting her. Because it was dark, there was no one on the road. Lan Lan leaned into Qiusheng's arms and cried for a while. When her mood calmed down, she said to Qiusheng, "Qiusheng, you go and tell Writer Wang that I am willing to be a servant for him." ”

Qiusheng was so happy when he heard this, he said, "Okay, I'll take you to see Writer Wang now." ”

Lan Lan nodded, and followed Qiusheng towards the village head Chunyuan's house, but she was still thinking about the things that Huang Youcai had robbed, and said to Qiusheng, "Huang Youcai snatched my necklace, ring, and bracelet, you have to find a way to help me come back." ”

Qiusheng said, "Don't worry, tomorrow morning, I will call two people over, and let's find Huang Youcai together." ”

Lan Lan said, "Hurry up, I'm afraid it's too late, Huang Youcai will give those things to the boudoir." ”

Qiusheng said, "Even if he gave the things to Lord Yama, he has to give them all back to me." ”

Hearing this, Lan Lan relieved her heart.

Lan Lan was taken by Qiusheng to Writer Wang's hut. Writer Wang's residence is the two red-brick bungalows where the Chunyuan family lived more than ten years ago, leaning against the east side of the two-story building of the Chunyuan family. The hut was almost abandoned, but after being cleaned up, it was so-so and still inhabitable, but it looked relatively simple and improvised. In fact, the house on the second floor of Chunyuan's house was empty, but Wang Writer refused to live there, so he had to live in these two simple bungalows. He was afraid that living in the same building with Chunyuan's family would easily cause mutual interference and inconvenience. Because being a writer is about living as simple as possible.

However, the place where Writer Wang lives is too simple and improvised. One of the cabins was his bedroom, with a small wooden bed by the wall. It is estimated that this cot is also abandoned, because few people still sleep in wooden cots. The bed was covered with plain sheets, a thin quilt and a mosquito net. In the middle of the room was a small old square table. There were two or three small wooden stools around the table. Near the front door is a small kitchen cabinet with a cutting board next to it and a small iron pot on the stove. That's pretty much all he has.

Before entering the hut, Lan Lan still imagined the residence of Writer Wang very magnanimously. However, as soon as I entered the hut, my whole impression changed. I think that the people in this city are worse than the poor people in the countryside. Her family is the poorest family in the village, but her family will not be as shabby as his. Lan Lan wondered if she had ever been a writer except writing books, and she didn't know anything.

At this time, Writer Wang was putting his laptop on a small bed, sitting on a half-high stool and writing a book. Seeing that Qiusheng came in with Lan Lan, he hurriedly got up and asked the guests to sit at the small table, ready to pour tea for the guests.

Ke Qiusheng waved his hand and asked him not to pour tea, so he said, "Writer Wang, you write books all day long, and your life is so hard, I have found a helper for you, who can cook and do laundry for you, so that you can write books with one mind." ”

Writer Wang frowned and said, "When did I ask you to help me find someone? I think that when I went to the countryside with you, I came here with such hardship and fatigue, and now with these good conditions, I can't do anything. You're afraid you don't want me to forget my roots, do you?"

As soon as Lan Lan heard that the other writer Wang didn't need people, she couldn't help but chuckle in her heart, and she felt a fever in her face. But Qiusheng smiled at Writer Wang and said, "Writer Wang, I won't say much else, even if I ask you for help." Then, he told Wang Writer the truth, "I won't hide it from you, I gambled with Huang Youcai, he lost the gamble, and owed me 2,000 yuan, I asked him for money, but he said that he didn't get the money, so he mortgaged his wife Lan Lan to me, and said that he would redeem Lan Lan when he had money." ”

Writer Wang looked startled, and immediately became serious, and said in a warning tone, "Qiusheng, it's illegal for you to do this. If you bet on other people's wives, if you let the police station know, you will definitely be arrested. You'd better hurry up and let other people's wives go home. ”

Qiusheng said disapprovingly, "It doesn't matter, it's also his illegal law." I didn't let him take his wife as collateral. Anyway, if he doesn't pay me back, I won't pay his wife. ”

Writer Wang said, "Then why did you bring her to me? I will not participate in your illegal acts." ”

Qiusheng pleaded, "I really can't help it. I can't take Lan Lan back to my house, if that's the case, my wife is afraid that she will divorce me. ”

Writer Wang said, "Then you just let her go home, isn't it over?"

Qiusheng said, "No, won't my 2,000 yuan be wasted?"

Writer Wang said, "No, I don't care about this. Don't get me in trouble. ”

But Qiusheng said, "Please, Writer Wang, this matter has nothing to do with you, you just look at my face and let Lan Lan stay with you for a few days." Anyway, you're single, don't you just need a woman? Just let Lan Lan stay here with you for a few days. ”

Writer Wang was anxious and said, "Lanlan, a young woman, what's the point of staying with me? I'm just afraid that others will gossip." I don't really need people, and if I need them, I'll pay to hire them. You send her home quickly. ”

Lan Lan saw that Writer Wang didn't want to take her in, so she said to Qiusheng, "You don't want to be tyrannical, Writer Wang doesn't need people, why should I stay with him?"

Qiu Sheng grabbed her and didn't let her go, and then pleaded with Wang Writer again, "To tell you the truth, Lan Lan's husband Huang Youcai got involved with a guest from a neighboring village, and he didn't let her go home. It's not that Lan Lan doesn't want to go home, but she can't go back to home. Otherwise, I'd have brought her to you. ”

Writer Wang was silent for a long time when he heard this, and then asked Lan Lan, "You have been sitting on the side of the road and crying just now, just for this?"

Seeing that Lan Lan nodded silently, she said to Qiusheng, "Since that's the case, let her stay here." However, I'm too dirty and messy here. ”

Qiusheng said, "It doesn't matter how dirty and messy it is, as long as you can have a place to live." ”

At this time, Writer Wang took Qiusheng and Lan Lan to the next room. The room is basically a warehouse, with some honeycomb coal, a door panel, and some wood. If you want to live here, you have to clean it up. So, Qiusheng said, "Why don't I go and bring the wire bed at home and make do with it for a few days?"

Writer Wang thought for a moment and said, "Okay, but I have to bring some more bedding." Otherwise, I'll go with you. ”

Qiusheng immediately waved his hand and said, "You don't need to go, I'll go to Chunyuan for help, you hurry up and get Lan Lan some food to eat, she hasn't eaten since noon." ”

After Qiusheng left, Writer Wang walked to the kitchen cabinet, opened the kitchen cabinet and took out a tomato and two eggs from it, then turned on the induction cooker and gave Lan Lan tomato and egg noodles. At this time, Lan Lan said to Wang Writer, "Otherwise, you can call Qiusheng and let him not trouble." I wanted to stay at Qiu Ju's house for the night. Qiusheng said to me that you were looking for someone to help, so I came with him. Since you don't need people, I'm not going to stay with you. ”

But writer Wang said, "Actually, I really need people. However, you are still young, and I am afraid that if you live with me, it will be bad for your reputation. ”

Lan Lan said, "I don't even have a place to live now, what reputation do I think about?"

When the noodles were cooked, Writer Wang put the noodles in a big bowl, held them in front of Lan Lan, and said, "I didn't know if you came, and I didn't have to prepare, so you can eat some noodles casually." ”

Lan Lan began to eat. Maybe I was hungry, so I ate deliciously.

Writer Wang thought for a long time, and then said, "If you want to help me here, you must ask your husband to agree." If he doesn't agree, it's easy to get into trouble. ”

When Lan Lan heard this, she said, "Why do you want him to agree." He doesn't want me anymore, so why should I rely on him? It's like I can't live without him. He was so cruel to me, I will never forgive him for the rest of my life. ”

Writer Wang said, "Don't say that, it's raining in the sky, and the two don't hold grudges when they fight." ”

Lan Lan said, "If I don't hold a grudge, he will beat me to death." ”

Qiusheng and Chunyuan came in with a wire bed and futon and asked Wang, "Where is it?"

Writer Wang hesitated for a long time, then said, "You can put it wherever you see it." ”

Chun Yuan said, "Of course, it should be placed next to your bed, and it is not easy to place it anywhere else." ”

Writer Wang scratched his head and said, "It's too close, it's not good, let others gossip when they see it." ”

Chunyuan said, "It's so dark, who will come?"

Qiusheng said to Wang Writer, "Are you afraid that Lan Lan will get into your quilt at night?"

Chun Yuan smiled and said, "If it's me, I'm afraid that Lan Lan won't burrow into my quilt." In fact, it doesn't matter if you drill it, no one can see it anyway. Only the two of you know. ”

Lan Lan's face immediately turned red, and she said unhappily, "What are you talking nonsense?" (To be continued.) )