There is no hate for no reason in the world, and there is no love for no reason, if you can't exchange love with youth betting, then it's good to exchange benefits.

- Liu Bingyun

In the spring of 1985, a small town in Northeast China

Bingyun stared at the signature on the paper: Dong Weijian. The layout is good, very artistic, it can be seen that it has been carefully designed, the end of the word "Jian" is very sharp, domineering, there is a heavy point in the upper right next to it, as if it is stamped at the end, it is said that most people are very confident in this kind of people, and they say the same. This page was from Wei Fengying in the afternoon, and it had six articles in the main text and twelve articles in the appendice, which was an "unequal treaty" that the man unilaterally signed with his future wife. This man was the owner of the hotel where Xiao Chengye lived when he was in the timber business in other places, and he also ran a nightclub, and these eighteen treaties can be summed up in just one sentence: he wants to marry a little woman and put it between him and the world. But he didn't say that, the six articles of his main text are very grandiose, and the twelve articles of the accompanying text are very absurd, the first six of his articles require the woman to be smart, beautiful, magnificent, and virtuous, and the last twelve articles require the woman to be mindless, deaf and dumb, soft and blind, and let him be absurd, such as his seventh article reads:

7. Because of the peculiarities of his work, the husband is required to keep the right to travel frequently and to stay away at any time for the rest of his life, and the wife is not allowed to be interrogated by a judge or a sentinel when he returns home for any circumventive reason or in any circumventive manner, so that he does not die heroically in the mall, but collapses on the floor of his house with a broken nerve, and becomes vegetative or mentally ill.

There are also such things as the association of friends of the opposite sex, the private setting of the treasury, the preservation of personal privacy, and the prohibition of the wife from trespassing on his office without permission, etc., all of which are listed in the twelve articles of the appendix, which are listed in such mocking and cynical tones, and his last one is that the husband enjoys his rights, fulfills his obligations, and does not shirk his responsibilities. If the fate is satisfied, the woman shall break up peacefully, and the woman shall not make any unreasonable requests to entangle for no reason. She stared at the treaty, and if she wanted to marry herself, she would have to sign it, and she took out a pen and signed her name, and sat down on the edge of the kang. Mother had ignored her for days, and had ignored her from the day she heard that she was going to marry this man, and that she had been unable to stop her by all means at her disposal. Every day, she still carries a basket to the train station to sell things, and she still smiles "happily" every day to see her off, and in the past few days, she feels that she has laughed all the laughter of the year. In fact, she knows what her mother is thinking, and she knows that her mother knows what she thinks, in fact, if her mother can still laugh, she will laugh too, they have been living "happily" for each other, but this time, the mother can no longer laugh. Now, she went to her sister's house, there to ask for help, or just to ask for an emotional comfort and release, and she was determined that no one could stop her. She also doesn't need any emotion, including comfort and release.

She sat on the edge of the kang and looked at the family, it had been three years since they had moved here, but she had never liked it, perhaps because it had never given her a little happy memory. No, it's not that it didn't give, it's that this ill-fated fate never gave it. There is a book that says, "All your pain, all your sorrows, all your dissatisfactions, are caused by the joy of looking back on the past." "Her pain is not, her pain is deprived of a future, because she has never had a happy past. She was two and a half years old, her father died, at the age of three and a half, her mother remarried, at the age of thirteen and a half, she was forced to drop out of school, and at the age of sixteen and a half, she was kicked out of the house with her mother...... Her fate was reincarnated in a vicious circle, even though she was only twenty years old.

No one wants her, no one wants her, when her job can only be to use her young youth to carry a basket under the train to carry melon seeds, soda, tea and eggs to sell and sell, when her marriage can only be a ghost-like man who can pick and choose from her, when her future can only be to marry into a deeper mountain and have children with a rough man who can't read a few words, she doesn't even bother to pull the corners of her mouth and laugh. She's going to see this man tomorrow! After she made this decision, what surged in her heart was a kind of malicious happiness, as if she was not her, she was fate, as if fate was not fate, fate was her.

Dong Weijian swept the corner of his eyes and looked at that person all over, not because of how good his eyesight was, but because she really had nothing to look at. Seventeen or eighteen years old, like soybean seedlings growing in the shade of the back, thin and thin, more than delicate, lack of bodybuilding, white clothes and black pants dressed seriously, hair neatly draped behind the head, not messy. A pair of eyes are like the only two bean leaves that are strong, and the expression is strangely quiet, without a trace of the youthfulness and vitality of a girl. He glanced at it and didn't want to look at it again: could he be so careless about such a small thing? It's ridiculous. Raising his eyes to look at Xiao Chengye, he subconsciously smiled with a slumped mouth. But this kind of ridicule is hidden everywhere in the eyes of an old Jianghu like Xiao Chengye, he can see it, his eyes look back at him like a torch, he laughed quickly, used to hide his thoughts, and also used to convey his tacit understanding. Anyway, when two men look at women, there will always be some similarities that can connect their hearts.

"Sister-in-law, why didn't she come with you?" He said that the tacit subtext was: Brother, you tease me!

Xiao Chengye laughed, the subtext is the subtext, if he doesn't say it, he shouldn't hear it! In fact, he was embarrassed, otherwise he wouldn't have laughed so loudly. Originally, being a matchmaker is a man's job! Moreover, two men should have two women, but this Feng Ying is really, a basket of good words encouraged him, but she didn't come, saying that this child definitely didn't want her to be there, but he wanted her to be there! And this kid, who doesn't go home or alive, says that he is afraid of being embarrassed by others. He knew who he was talking about, and it was hard to force it, so he had to follow his wishes. But think about it, according to Xiaoyao's temperament, according to her relationship with Feng Ying, and according to the frequency of her coming to the house on weekdays, the probability of encountering it is definitely more than 70%. And she's sure to come up with enough reasons for everyone in the family to come and see it. He glanced at the person sitting quietly next to him: he didn't like to talk. I don't know what Feng Ying likes about her. Anyway, men look at women forever separated by a fog, and the friendship between women is not clear, they will neither drink all night, nor will they stick knives in both ribs, and their daily interactions are just chatting with each other, shopping, cooking, buying vegetables, and knitting sweaters, but at critical moments, they can push their husbands out to serve them, and they are called "for friends". Well, for the sake of friends, let your husband do what she doesn't want to do, this may be the highest friendship of a woman!

"There's something wrong with her." He continued his hearty laugh and enthusiastically reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "It's a pleasure to see you here!" Is the hotel busy? ”

"Busy."

Xiao Chengye was not prepared to hear this kind of one-word answer at all, and was stunned for a moment, if you want to say that the current embarrassing atmosphere, loud greetings and shouting may not be able to stir up the heat, but he only said one word, it seems that men's friendships are all bad friends, and they will only tear down the chain at a critical time. He glanced at the guy who dismantled the stage with bad intentions, and said with his eyes: Are you not indebted to the beating? The man glanced back at him, his eyes full of schadenfreude, as if it had nothing to do with him now. You're done, hurry up and talk well! He continued with his eyes, but the man was indifferent, and he had to change his eyes for help: Can I sing this play alone now? The corners of the man's mouth twitched slightly, which was considered a compromise, as if it was awkward and connected. "Wait until you get back and ask your sister-in-law to make him greyhound meat to eat!" He continued to laugh, not realizing that he had a preamble or a follow-up.

Dong Weijian bent his mouth: "This is okay!" He laughed out loud, as if the greyhound meat was more desirable than the person in front of him. But as soon as his mouth was halfway through, he suddenly felt that this smile seemed to be a little unkind, and subconsciously glanced at the woman who made them both awkward - Liu Bingyun, and found that the person was holding a cup, looking at all this through the fog, with a very strange expression. There is such a kind of detached, distant plainness in the quiet, as if she is an outsider. He closed the corners of his mouth that were half torn up, and he didn't know whether he was angry or what, he glanced up and down that face, making sure that it was uncomfortable, but he didn't know where the discomfort was. In fact, she didn't do anything, she just sat there quietly, and she didn't even say anything, so she couldn't say that she had offended him at all. But he doesn't like this look, this strange look is clearly not something that can be covered up by the quiet, this weirdness is obvious, his mind has been seen clearly by others, but he is still acting and decorating in a dignified manner, and this appearance is also clear to others.

"I'll take you hunting when I get back!" Xiao Chengye laughed, and his voice was full of pride: "Your sister-in-law said, the first time I came, I must let you have a good look at the big forest in our northeast." I don't know if Xiao Chengye's acting skills are too good, or he doesn't feel awkward, or he is awkward and no one says it, or he just thinks what he says, so this is like a big fire kang in the Northeast, and it is really hot inside and out: "Our pimple game is always delicious!" ”

Dong Weijian couldn't help laughing, as if he hadn't finished laughing just now, and then he was naturally released by Xiao Chengye's real enthusiasm: "Sister-in-law is really not interesting-" He opened his mouth and said his subconscious thoughts, and immediately realized that at the same time, he found that the person opposite had already understood this half of the sentence, and guessed the meaning of the second half of the sentence - complained that she didn't come because she wasn't interesting enough, and introduced her as a person without being interesting enough. The expression was still quiet, but in the dark eyes that looked at him with a glimmer of light, there was definitely this kind of knowing. "She should have hired me today." He remedied, and then hated: why should he make amends!

"I'll ask you first!" Xiao Chengye said, his tone was so lively that it seemed that he was chatting with a large group of people: "Let's make things more delicious when we eat them!" Has Xiaoyun been up the mountain lately? The Dazixiang in the mountains is all open, and it looks good! ”

He saw that Xiao Chengye, the matchmaker, was really competent, and he took care of the two sides to play a round and lead the conversation, but he and her could be connected!

"Nope. I went a few days ago, and it hasn't been opened yet. The person who was pulled into the topic finally spoke the first sentence, his voice and expression were quiet, and only a light smile curved out of the corner of his mouth, as if he was heartbroken Xiao Chengye worked so hard to find something to say for her, so he embellished a kind note after the two-word answer. He glanced at the person who spoke: Is this a squeeze that he can't speak? Then she said! Why did she make the embarrassment and let them perform, she still had to watch. But the man didn't look at him, and the kindness of the light smile ended with Xiao Chengye, and he was not like a group of stupid girls who went on a blind date, either twisting or making noise. It's so quiet. From face to heart, it's too quiet. But these eyes—not for a quiet person, they were as black as night, as bright as cold stars, with a dazzling light in the darkness, and they did not match the face on which it looked, nay, with her expression. Loaded! He crossed one leg under the table, thinking about how to expose her true colors.

"Ah Jian, what do you think of our pimple, the scenery is not bad, right?" It was Xiao Chengye, who was still trying to activate the atmosphere: "The mountains are more beautiful!" ”

"Well, more than I could have imagined." He laughed, insinuating quietly.

Xiao Chengye glanced at him, of course he could hear this insinuation, "You haven't gone deep into it yet!" He laughed and said, naturally taking his words, with the pride of his northeastern man, without a trace of his insinuations into praise for his hometown, and himself icing on the cake: "Let's go to the mountains, this season is the most beautiful, you can see the scenery of several seasons at the same time: the top of the mountain and the shady place is winter, and the snow has not melted yet!" But it was early spring on the mountainside, and the trees and grass were sprouting, and the eyes were full of green. The foot of the mountain is the most beautiful, the mountain is full of flowers, that is called the sea of flowers! One post after another, old and beautiful, on TV, just like a painting! He glanced at him meaningfully: "Brother, if you don't go to the mountains for a trip, you will definitely regret it." Let me tell you Ah Jian, all the beautiful scenery is in the depths, and you can't see it if you don't leave. ”

Dong Weijian couldn't help laughing in his heart: It's good to talk like this, subtle! And it's really the moon is the hometown of Ming, and the people are the hometown relatives, so that the rugged and bold Xiao Chengye can be so carefully maintained and recommended. "If you say that, I should indeed go and see it." He smiled flatly, "But I don't think I might like that—what incense," "It's Da Zixiang." Also called mountain rhododendron. Xiao Chengye hurriedly commented, "It is unique to us, and there is no one in the south." He glanced at the rough face of the good man in his hometown, who said that the Northeast gentlemen were rough? They are as delicate as flowers! "Well, I can't remember," he said, not answering the pun, "I'm definitely more interested in hunting than that." He glanced at the people next to him out of the corner of his eye, and saw that her eyes were on the blue drinks on the table, as if she wasn't listening to them. I have seen too many beautiful flowers, and there are all kinds of flowers in the spring in the south. His tone suddenly slowed down, and he noticed that the man's eyelashes moved slightly, hum, just hear it!

"You're all artificial, we're all natural." Xiao Chengye maintained the beauty of his hometown without being discouraged: "Moreover, the strange thing is that our mountain here is to show different seasons on the same mountain, 'horizontally looking at the side of the ridge into a peak, the height of the distance is different', Dazi fragrant flowers only bloom at the foot of the mountain, if you can climb to the top of the mountain, maybe you can see the snow lotus!" ”

Dong Weijian laughed again, for Xiao Chengye's persistence in knowing that he couldn't do it.

"Do you have snow lotus here?" He smiled and turned to the other person at the table.

Bingyun had been listening to them, watching the fire from the other side, she didn't know what she was thinking, the person was sitting opposite her, his hair was permed with popular big curls, and his popular facial features were not outstanding at all, and it was difficult to find out if he belonged to the crowd. The skin is very bad, not at all as white as the legendary southerners, and the rough and rough face makes the ordinary facial features uneven and strong with an incompatible strength. The expression was serious and domineering, and the gentle Southern Mandarin did not match the domineering expression at all, making it almost impossible to believe that it was the voice that came from his mouth. The figure does not match this voice, she thinks that it is only to match the bold and loud voice that Xiao Chengye uses that body, but his voice is very low, but it is full of energy. In short, at a glance, there is a contradictory and unruly momentum everywhere in his body, and this unruly domineering momentum can be seen at a glance wherever he throws it. As for her, except for one glance at her when they first met, they never looked at her directly after that, as if she was not worth seeing. She sat on the side and listened to the conversation between the two men, and felt very funny, her heart was empty, she didn't expect him to suddenly ask herself, but he was really asking himself, not Xiao Chengye, raised his head, and sure enough, he saw his eyes looking at her.

"Have you ever seen Snow Lotus before?" She replied subconsciously.

"Nope." Dong Weijian looked at the black eyes that turned around, it was a strange flower, how many people could have seen it, he had seen it in Liang Yusheng's "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch"! He looked at those eyes, and when she said it, she stared at his face for a long time, and the two soybean leaves didn't move, and she didn't know what she was thinking, with a strange look. He looked at what she said, no matter what she said, he had to sarcastically sarcastically mock her: At a young age, you want to get married, do you know men? How many flowers have you seen in the world?! But then he found out that he didn't have this opportunity, because she obviously didn't say anything. "You haven't answered me yet." He gave her a domineering and condescending look, and then sat up and waited for the next step. But he soon found that he was disappointed again, because the person he was looking at condescendingly did not pay any attention to his domineering, looked back at him flatly, and smiled slightly. He looked at the smile and suddenly understood, and was even angrier, that she didn't have to answer him because he didn't know either. But she replied again:

"I haven't seen it either." The tone was very kind and serious, and he didn't mock him. But who wants her to be so fake and angry after mocking first and then seriously!

"You haven't seen it either," he laughed angrily, "I guess there are any." Not all cold places can grow snow lotus, don't you say? The Northeast I know is ginseng, mink, ura grass, and bold men. ”

"Yes. The summit is steep and cold. The soybean leaves fell lightly on his face, as if they had a real touch: "You don't have to go at all, there's nothing to see there." ”

Dong Weijian looked at the person who spoke: It was actually a pun. But this pun is really not like the momentum of the pun, there is neither insinuation, nor rhetoric, not even a little emotional color, the voice is not high, not crisp, mellow and soft like a mountain spring, a kind of unknown and unseen lonely self-appreciation, completely annoying and unfocused.

"You don't seem to like the mountain," he said, curling the corners of his lips, "even though it's your hometown." He sat up with the corners of his mouth closed: "And, if I'm not mistaken," he elbowed to the edge of the table: "The one who thinks he fits my conditions perfectly, is you?" His eyes were fixed on her, domineering and unreserved: "Where do you think you meet my conditions?" Do you think you're pretty? ”

"Nope." Huang Douye moved, and stubbornly landed on his face: "I just fully accept your terms." He heard, completely unprepared for her embarrassment. He looked at the two bean leaves, no, this is not a soybean leaf anymore, the plant-like touch is gone, like - the female sparrow in front of the cat's paws? No, it's not. There is no such bluffing. Nor is it the kind of dying struggle. On the contrary, it was too quiet, as quiet as before dawn.

"It's all the same." He took his usual mocking expression, and in his heart continued to analyze: what else was in his eyes that suddenly became calm and hardened?

"It's different." The darkness was carefully corrected before the dawn, as if the sun was about to break free from the darkness, and the darkness was stubbornly silent: "It is my question whether to accept it or not, but it does not match, only you have the right to judge." ”

Careful with his words, correcting his mistakes, with a serious face, so that the mockery disappeared into obscurity, the mildest tone, but with the sharp content of the sword, which aroused his aggressive heart, he glanced at the soybean seedling, so slender that it could break at any moment.

"Uh, I'm going to buy a pack of cigarettes." Xiao Chengye stood up.

"Brother Xiao, I have it here." As soon as he reached out and grabbed the person who was leaving, the person who was being pulled looked at him, and he shrugged: "You better stay here." We're here for this, and it's not going to be fun to talk about it. Turning to the person opposite: "Isn't it, little girl?" ”

The person on the other side gave him a serious look, apparently because of the title, but didn't say anything. He pouted inwardly: It's good to be angry. He hated that kind of quietness, and why was she so quiet and stiff as the stars in the sky before dawn when such a big movement invited him in? "My right to judge is important, but your ability to test yourself is even more important." He looked at the hard star that the soybean seedlings had turned into, and felt that it would be good to crush her into small sand in the next second: "You seem to be very dissatisfied with what I just called you, but you only gave me such an impression, and I can't help it." He spread his hands in the most exaggerated helplessness, "And now, I doubt your ability to understand words, and your mental maturity." Did you graduate from high school? I suggest that you study hard, read a little more, and then think about the question you are thinking about today in five years. ”

Xiao Chengye couldn't sit still first, and hurriedly played a round: "Ah Jian, Xiaoyun came today, but I didn't listen to you say this." Since you have different views, let's talk about something else. This restaurant does—"

"Uncle Xiao." He saw that the man had stopped Xiao Chengye's words, and a look of confusion and helplessness flashed across his face, and he said in a low voice: "We only have this one common topic, let's talk about it." Xiao Chengye didn't speak, he seemed to sigh faintly, and the person who spoke turned his face to him again, and his expression turned to a serious face: "I agree with your view that people should be self-aware, but do you think that the existing secondary education can teach people to be wise?" He looked at him with a clear look: "I didn't graduate from junior high school, but I fully understand the meaning of your clause." ”

Dong Weijian was a little stammered, because the man answered unabashedly, and because the eyes told him another thing at the same time - she did understand the "meaning" of the clause, but the self-aware person should be him. He is seen to be angry because his conditions can be understood positively, and they are excellent; It can also be understood in reverse, it is corruption, and what she understands is precisely the opposite of it. He was disappointed because she had agreed to the corruption. But the man was not ashamed at all. He looked at her, the thin soybean sprouts neck, he could pinch off both fingers, but she was stiff. The black eyes did not blink, and the ink was generally embedded in the white face, stubborn like a miswritten stroke, which made people want to take the absorbent paper and suck it up. He stared at the two miswritten strokes, leaned back in his chair, and said, "I understand the meaning of your words." He looked at her with his hands folded: "You agree with a certain kind of corruption, can I interpret it as another kind of depravity?" ”