Gradually, she opened her eyes.

Looking up at the ceiling, the ceiling is white and delicate, and there are straight lines all around. In the center, a very expensive lamp was embedded in the recessed roof, and although it was not turned on, it was so large that it was surrounded by crystal balls the size of dangling fists, which proved to be valuable.

In the hall, only small wall lamps are turned on around the perimeter.

"Squeak squeak......" There was a suppressed hum in his ears, and Meng Yao twisted his face. A large black dog sat on the ground, blinking and tilting its head to look at her, and when it saw that it was awake, it leaned over and stuck out its tongue and licked her fingers. Frightened, she jerked her arms up on her abdomen and dodged.

"Haha, the big black doesn't bite, or it finds you lying on the canal ice first." The old man on the side said with a smile.

Meng Yao raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the uncle, "Thank you, uncle." Then he turned to Dahei, "Thank you, Dahei." ”

I saw Da Hei humming at her again.

"I'm in charge of serving food in the cafeteria, and Big Black found you lying on the canal ice, and I'll get you back. This is the first floor of the Kwai Garden Hotel. After the old man finished speaking, his eyes looked around.

"Oh, thank you."

Tears rolled down Mengyao's cheeks, struggling to get up and want to go, but he didn't want to go home, even if it was to wander around. In her impression, the big restaurant is a place for rich people to eat, where is the place where she lies? What's more, she's nothing, what is she?

If you don't have money and are poor, you can't afford to repay the kindness of others. She is just a laying hen from a poor family, and she can't produce a noble boy, she is a broom star, a nuisance to the human race, and an unlucky egg who everyone shouts and beats when a mouse crosses the street.

"Me?"

Seeing the light gradually outside the window, she struggled to get up and wanted to leave, but she shook her feet and barely took a step, and then fainted again.

I don't know how many days have passed.

Meng Yao suddenly opened his eyes, and suddenly the rolling information came in a stream. In front of me, there are no pictures of naked baby boys, replaced by white walls, white roofs, and novel lamps hanging on the roof.

There was no one in the house.

Alone and alone, lie on a single bed, and on the opposite side, there is also an empty single bed. Between the two beds, there is a cabinet with a kettle and a white teapot and bowl.

Where is it so neat and exquisite?

She was confused and wanted to sit up, but she still couldn't move, she was still a little dizzy, but her stomach was not angry, she screamed, and in discomfort, she pressed her flat abdomen with her hand.

Although it was flat, it was covered with patterns, and she picked up her five fingers and grabbed it lightly, and grabbed a large handful of dry and loose empty skin, and the skin was also covered with patterns and potholes of strange colors on top of each other. These are the marks that she left when she was pregnant with a few dolls, and they will never disappear.

I remember walking the streets and alleys in the past, and I heard from the people in the village that her dolls were stolen and sold. Although the child is gone, it is impossible to treat it as if it never happened, and the profound imprint has long been imprinted on the entire abdomen, as well as the inner thighs, full of fluffy and weak patterns. Like an old sow giving birth to a piglet, her belly is always hanging low and the wind is wilting.

It looks horrible, terrifying, hopeless, and helpless.

Memories of the past, like charms, relentlessly rushed into the mind, until they were written all over the brain, pouring in one after another, and it was useless to collapse, and they still rolled in and squeezed hard.

There was a "creak" door, and there was a sound of broken footsteps.

Mengyao's temple, there was a tendon jumping, she tried to suppress the influx of her mind, and she didn't have the energy to receive anything for the time being, so she naturally closed her eyes. I heard the sound of the bedside table, and then after a few "clangings", there was another sound of squiasing footsteps, and the door closed with a "squeak". The footsteps are getting farther and farther away, and a burst of green onion fragrance sweeps through, and Mengyao's stomach is rumbling again. Endure it and swallow your saliva vigorously.

She wanted to get up.

Dizziness, is it because of hunger? She was also thinking, so she tried to hold on with both hands, and finally sat up slowly, and when she saw a layer of plastic sheeting under her, and a lot of pink tissue paper was piled on top of the plastic sheet, she felt embarrassed.

At the head of my bed, there are a lot of wrapping paper to place, so I don't have to worry about not having enough at all.

I looked at the table again, a metal rectangular shallow plate, in which was a bowl of porridge, a small plate of black pickles, and a few sesame seeds scattered, and a boiled egg next to it, next to the boiled egg, there was actually a neatly folded pancake.

Oh, the smell of chopped green onions is the smell of pancakes, right? Hungry, she quickly grabbed it and ate it.

It's like starving for thousands of years.

But she found that she could not be fast at all, and she was unable to do so, because she had not eaten for a long time, and there was not enough saliva in her mouth, and she had to swallow hard, so she had to slow down and was forced to be graceful and gentle.

The porridge is very sticky and delicious, the pickles are sweet and salty and delicious, and the eggs are very satisfying, especially the egg yolk is glutinous and fragrant, which is extremely attractive. But because I haven't eaten for a long time, as soon as I eat the egg yolk, I choke and panic, stretch my neck and raise my head, like a chicken drinking water, towards the sky.

But I still couldn't swallow it, and it was more difficult than a pancake, so I took a sip of porridge and sent it down.

Although there are so many old hens in the family, since the birth of the first girl, there has been no one to eat. Under the pretext that if she eats well, she will not have a male fetus, and she is not qualified to eat at all. But I didn't eat any meat, why did I still give birth to four girls? Thinking of this, she put down the bowl, and another warm burst of tears rolled down.

There was no one in the house, and he was not afraid of any embarrassment, so he let the tears "crackle". She didn't wipe it, and cried for an hour before she felt less depressed in her chest, and finally wiped her red and swollen eyes and lay quietly on the bed.

It's dark outside, isn't it dinner just now?

It was dark so soon, her physical and mental state suddenly improved, looking at the small lamp on the wall, she didn't know where the switch was, and the light tube on the roof didn't know where the switch was, so she sat up and tried to unscrew the knob on the side of the bedside table, and the wall lamp suddenly turned on.

And it's a soft yellow light.

Looking across the wall, there was a large watch with the date on it. The first month of the lunar calendar is 1991, oh, how long has it been? Is it all the New Year? And it's over fifteen?

Oh my!

Removing my legs, as soon as the soles of my feet fell to the ground, I felt swollen and painful, but it was also very fresh, and there was a sudden slight knock at the door, which was very polite.

Dream is alert.

But as an uninvited visitor, he should have thanked his benefactor first, but he didn't expect people to knock on the door first, and he seemed to be so passive and ignorant. Her cheeks were rosy and hot, especially the peach blossom on her sideburns, which was the hottest.

"Please come in."

She was timid, as if she had encroached on someone else's territory.

There was a "squeak" and the door opened.

A woman in her 30s came in, shorter than herself, but very fat, and a big woman, she wore heavy makeup, her face was powdered, and her wavy head was permed, which was remarkably very generous.

The key is that there is a big ring on his finger.

When she entered the house, she saw Meng Yao, who was cramped and struggling to get up, she hurriedly stepped forward and hugged her. Meng Yao suddenly felt the fragrance in his nose, and shook his head dizzily before he stabilized his mind.

"You're sick, sit down, sit down, don't be polite with me." She's quick talker.

"Where am I?"

"Haha." The more this woman saw Meng Yao's uninformed delicate, unrepentant, and informed appearance, the happier she became. She laughed with snow-white teeth, glittering in the yellow light, and her face was thick and slightly floating, and her face was noticeably large and extremely flat.

It's like the Xian people.

"Big sister, I'm the proprietress of the Kwai Yuan Hotel, I saw that you were in trouble, so I helped you, you live in a private room on the third floor of the hotel, are you used to it?"

"Ah, thank you so much."

Meng Yao thanked and lowered his head shyly and didn't dare to look directly, looking like he couldn't climb the other party. After all, they are all about the same age, and they are all women, they live decently, heroically and casually, with a posture of calling for wind and rain, and then look at themselves, exuding the embarrassment of losing their souls from the inside out.

"You're welcome, at the critical moment, we women are the most reliable, big sister, I listen to your accent, it seems that it is not far from my hometown." The proprietress took the initiative to climb the relationship.

"I'm from Zhangjiakou Yaojiazhai."

"That's right, the proprietress slapped her thigh, we are really fateful, I am from the Northeast, and I have been opening a restaurant here for more than ten years."

"Oh." Meng Yao looked up adoringly and smiled dismally. I'm also shiny with my teeth, a standard beauty blank, but I'm just weaker.

For a while, she didn't know how to pick up the other party's words.

"I came here and started from scratch with my husband, but last year when bad luck, a group of thugs came to the hotel to make trouble, and was intercepted by my husband.

So in prison, he has been locked up for a year and a half, because of excessive defense, so he was given a light sentence, and he will come out in five years. In the past year and a half, the harvest has been pretty good, and it's been able to survive everywhere.

Hey, women are so tired of living. ”

The proprietress talked eloquently, eloquently, as soon as she raised her wrist and stared at her eyes, she was full of fierce style, and her demeanor was enough to look down on people in the world. A string of heart-wrenching words, like firecrackers, are very refreshing and straightforward, and they are not hidden or tucked.

"Uh-huh." Meng Yao couldn't interject, and he didn't dare to comment indiscriminately, so he only nodded frequently.

In fact, I admire her way of life very much.

And I came here from Zhangjiakou and worked as a laying hen for 10 years, but in the end, wasn't I still humiliated? Thinking of this, he was even more speechless, tears slid down the corners of his eyes and dripped on his chest, still the patched rubber pink sweater.

The proprietress with wavy curly hair with a big wrist kindly patted Mengyao's shoulder, "Good girl, we are also half a fellow countryman, Zhangjiakou is very close to our hometown, and we will be good sisters and good friends who talk about everything in the future." ”

After saying that, the proprietress couldn't help but take out a cigarette, "Do you smoke?" ”

Meng Yao shook his head, his gaze a little glazed.

"Lady's don't choke."

Meng Yao still shook her head.

The proprietress slid a thin white from the cigarette case with a flick of her red nails, and gently put the yellow filter wrapped with a little silver wire on her lips, and did not ignite it immediately. He took out the white again, sniffed it lightly on his nose, and finally slowly put it into his mouth.

The cigarette disappeared into her red lips.

The red lips were clamped and fixed, and the position was fine-tuned with the tip of the tongue, and finally the arm was raised, and the thumb was pressed, and there was a "gada" sound, and the lighter with the metal shell was crisp, and the lid was opened, and the orange fire mass the size of peanuts approached...... Ignited and inhaled, suddenly green smoke filled, under the light, like a thin layer of light yarn, and then spit out strings of rapidly rising circles.

She narrowed one with her empty eyes, her eyelashes were covered, her red lips were slightly nud, and she gently blew towards the smoke rings stacked one by one.

The big and small circles are obedient and scattered.