Chen Zhujun returned to the rented room, crying angrily, and angrily called his two brothers and sister-in-law while crying, asking who came up with the bad idea of getting married. Her brother and sister-in-law coldly said that it was none of their business.

One morning in early autumn, Chen Zhujun leaned against the window of the rented room, looking at the buildings in the morning fog in the town, and sighed with emotion: half a life has passed, like a dream. She walked to the dressing mirror and looked at herself, unexpectedly unaware of herself. When I looked at my hair again, I found that it was almost two-thirds whiter. Outside the window, there is a faint song, like a wisp of flower fragrance, sprinkled in the breeze, refreshing people's hearts. That song can't help but remind people of a person, something, a relationship. Chen Zhujun couldn't think of anything in that tactful and melodious melody, and there were always only two words in her mind that hit her nerves: monk.

She remembered the monkhood of Yunwu Nunnery, which was a joke from her past. For this reason, she decided to go to those famous mountains and ancient temples to practice.

The monks in the big temple had to go through the formalities, so Chen Zhujun had to ask the village party secretary to help him. The village party secretary is Chen Zhujun's cousin, in his fifties, and Chen Zhujun still has no five blessings.

Chen Zhujun walked to the village activity room, only to see a group of people in the activity room, one by one, with a pile of paper balls on the ground, scrambling to grab it.

There were two elderly women who hit each other's heads because they used too much force. The two of them didn't care about grabbing the paper ball, so they were busy scolding.

An old man in his sixties, because of the crowd, was knocked to the ground. Probably suffering from asthma, out of breath, and couldn't bother to grab the paper ball for a while, rolling his eyes and just scolding.

A young woman holding a child was also knocked to the ground, and the child cried for a while, and the young woman hurriedly got up, scolding while coaxing the child.

A short, middle-aged man, with his hands crossed over his chest, stood aside and pointed and nagged.

Several village cadres sat at the table in the conference room, like stone statues, looking at everything in front of them coldly.

Chen Zhujun was stunned for a while, not knowing what a large group of people were doing.

After a long time, I heard the branch secretary speak impatiently, "I'm really tired of being the branch secretary! How many troublesome things are entangled every day, it's really a loss of life! This branch secretary, if any of you are willing to be the secretary, I am willing to take the position immediately." You see, which village's subsistence allowance households do not rely on assessment, but in our village, they rely on lottery, and there is really no way to take you! Lottery is drawn, I am happy to push the boat, no matter which of you is really poor or rich, it is your luck if you win, and you are unlucky if you don't win. The lottery is set by yourself, and if someone hits me behind my back again, tell you that I have something to say first, but don't blame me for not being able to speak at that time. ”

The lottery was quickly completed, and then the lottery was read and the list of people on the subsistence allowance was registered. The village chief continued.

The crowd boiled all of a sudden, and those who won the lottery were chattering and scolding happily, and those who didn't win the lottery were nagging and scolding.

The short man who was nagging just now, because he didn't win the lottery, walked to the table angrily, slapped the table, and shouted, "No, I didn't win the lottery every year, and I don't care so much this year, if you don't include me in the subsistence allowance list, I'm going to poke you all out!"

"Which one are you going to poke out? Tell you, the lottery was unanimously approved by you, and it's none of my business. The branch secretary also slapped the table.

"I'm a big man, only 1.5 meters tall, full of third-class disabilities, you don't list me as a low-income household, how can you bear it?" said the short man.

"You didn't win, it's your luck. You can't help it, you just have to wait until this time next year and rely on the time to run. The village chief said.

"you, you have to sign it again, start over, otherwise, I'll make a fuss. The short man said.

", I don't have the king's law, if we want to be like you, where can we find paper to sign?" the branch secretary said, "Then sign and register your name." ”

So, there was another noisy noise, reading the sign, signing the form, swearing, whining, whistling...... It's noisy and it's a headache.

Chen Zhujun had no choice but to leave the village activity room and return to the rented room. In the evening, she went straight to the secretary's house.

When she arrived at the branch secretary's house, she explained her intentions, and the branch secretary couldn't help but lose her voice when she heard it, "You want to become a monk, sister, I also want to become a monk, it's really a tired person, a lot of annoying things, a lot of annoying people, so that people really don't have a good day! By the way, where are you going to become a monk, I will go to the house with you!"

"Brother, what are you kidding," Chen Zhujun said with a smile, "I'm really a monk, not like you talking and playing here." ”

The branch secretary looked up and saw Chen Zhujun sitting on his side, with his face turned sideways, his eyes slightly closed, a tiger tooth exposed at the corner of his mouth, and a smile on his face...... That silhouette reminded the branch secretary of a New Year's painting on the wall many years ago, so his heart moved, and he couldn't help but feel a little pity, patted Chen Zhujun's thigh and said, "Sister, you really want to become a monk, since ancient times, most monks have been trapped by love." I see you, you have met a lot of people in half your life, not like people who are trapped by love. Women, emotionally, don't take it too seriously, you can be confused, as long as you don't lack money or rice materially. It's better for you to follow me secretly, and I will ensure that you have no worries about food and clothing. I give you food every month, why do you want to die and become a monk? In this world of flowers, as long as you have a unique vision, how can you worry about food and clothing.......

The branch secretary said while moving a hand on Chen Zhujun's leg, Chen Zhujun was embarrassed to push that hand, just as the two hands collided together, the branch secretary's wife stepped in from the outside, and when she saw that scene, she was so angry that she scolded, "You dogs and girls are really messing up ethics!"

Chen Zhujun was stunned for a while, and hurriedly withdrew his hand, not knowing what to say.

"We," the branch secretary explained to his wife, "we're talking about ordination, ordination, you know?"

"After leaving this house, you didn't come back!" said the secretary's wife, "Do you ask her out, or do she ask you out?"

"You, I'm really angry with you," the branch secretary stood up, patted his head, and said to his wife, "What do you want me to say, so that you can understand?"

"I don't understand," the branch secretary's wife sneered, "I only understand that you are stealing men and prostituting women!"

"You're blind!" Chen Zhujun yelled at the branch secretary's wife, "It's sticky, as if I've never seen a man in my life!

As soon as Chen Zhujun's words fell, the branch secretary was full of unhappiness. Just now, my heart was still yearning for Chen Zhujun, and after hearing that, I immediately turned my face and said, "Since you don't look down on the men in this broken village, then you don't want to come to find the men in this broken village in the future." Then he went straight to the back room with a displeased face.

"You have nerves!" Chen Zhujun said.

"Do we have nerves?" the secretary's wife sneered, "We have nerves, if we have nerves, we won't change the person we are looking for, only the nerves will be swapped." ”

"You?" Chen Zhujun was so angry that he couldn't speak for a while, stepped forward, and slapped the branch secretary's wife twice.

"Ah, you're beating someone?" the branch secretary's wife immediately shouted, "Come on, someone's beating someone!"

The branch secretary rushed out of the back room.

The three of them twisted together. Fortunately, someone rescued the predicament in time at that time, and the three did not cause substantial harm.

Suddenly, Chen Zhujun put on a high hat that hurt immorality and customs, and was pushed to the forefront of rumors in the village.

"I'm already living without love," Chen Zhujun said with her daughter Chen Min in tears on WeChat one night, "Except for you, of course, ......" The mother and son cried and chatted until dawn, and then went to sleep.

The next day, Chen Zhujun left his hometown by car and went to Nanyue, where he was officially ordained a nun.

For a while, people in her hometown talked about her renunciation and mentioned her past, some sighed, some sympathized, some ridiculed, and some praised...... There is really a lot of discussion, and there is no consensus.

At that time, there was a talented teacher in the village, who deliberately went to Chen Zhujun's mother's house, looked at the old house where the people went to the empty building, and made a song "Nian Nujiao" with great emotion to commemorate Chen Zhujun's act of becoming a monk.

Bee waist and eyebrows, jade fingers, beautiful women in the south of the country.

Looking forward to Shenfei, smiling and talking, it is difficult to find an amorous son.

Who can get drunk with me, this hatred is always difficult to send.

Thousands of sails are empty, and the soul is in the three mountains.

Although the word is a bit far-fetched, it was sent to the circle at that time, but it also resonated with many people. Later, some of Chen Zhujun's friends took some photos of Chen Zhujun and matched them with the lyrics, which caused quite a stir. In particular, some unmarried women there have fallen into the whirlpool of fear of marriage for a while. According to them, after all, a woman's emotional experience always hides some microcosm of the times. Therefore, for them living in the same era, they are always worried about repeating Chen Zhujun's mistakes, and they are really pessimistic and disappointed in their marriage or have a snake shadow.