(a)

When the telephone rang in the morning, Chang Xia grabbed the microphone and called on time at seven o'clock every morning.

"It's time to get up." His sleepy tone, nasal, thick. Imagine that he is lying in the warm quilt at the moment, and Chang Xia can't wait to lift the barrier of the canopy. Got under his covers.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"I'm dreaming." "What kind of dreams did you have?" "I can't remember." They kissed the microphone, pressed the microphone, and stretched their limbs lazily in the quilt, and the mellow flowers of love bloomed on their chests. The day begins.

Today, Chang Xia is on a business trip to a county and city below, and a few hours of long-distance bus ride from the North Station to that small city.

After passing through the bustling commercial street and visiting a few distant pharmacies, you are in the suburbs, the sunset is slowly sinking in the sky, and the smoke is shrouded in the distance, and you must rush to the long-distance station in the city as soon as possible. I have to take a car back to Shashi tonight.

At this moment, the flow of people from work is hurrying home and returning in a hurry. The lights in the kitchen would turn on, and she hurried to the station alone.

Buses run on highways in the mountains. The setting sun has been completely swallowed up by the dark horizon. She leaned her head against the window, and the mountains outside the window were dark and gloomy. The heart is swept away in a terrible loneliness, like in the stomach of a whale, stirred and devoured.

The bus stopped near the train station, the lights came on, and the people on the bus walked out of the door one after another with their backs hunched. A cart of people they didn't know separated expressionlessly.

After getting off the bus, you have to pass through a timber market, and the timber market is not intimidating when it is lit up in a trance. can

Walk through the timber market, with no lights ahead, like a primeval forest, an unlit footbridge across the train tracks.

Are there rapists and robbers lurking inside? Cross the framed flyover. It's a slightly sloping stone staircase as dark as a ghost. A single woman needs to have the courage to walk in, clutching her backpack, stiff-headed, her head bowed, driven away by the ghost behind her, her squeaky feet knocking on the cement noodles, making an icy echo.

Towards the end, through the narrow iron door, the darkness seemed to spit her out of its belly. She was thrown into a small alley with a faint yellow light, and only then was she relieved that she was finally home.

(b)

I opened the iron door and fumbled with the switch to press the switch, and the light banished the oncoming darkness. When I walked to the kitchen, I picked up a thermos bottle, but I couldn't pour a drop of water, and the stove was covered with a thick layer of ash because it hadn't been cleaned for a week. The room is full of a dilapidated and depressed look.

In this situation, Chang Xia only felt too tired.

The phone rang. "Where did you go today?" "Went down on a business trip, what about you?" "Me too."

It's too tiring for days like this. How they wanted to hug each other, but they could only look into the microphone, "I want to pull you out of the microphone or I jump into the microphone." ”

"Why wouldn't I? Why don't I want to fall asleep with you in my arms and see you sleeping like a little pig in my arms. But now, it's up to us. ”

Before the two ended the call, they kissed the microphone. Compared with people who have no love, after arriving home, at least there is a telephone ringing waiting for them, in the dark night, two bonfires are lit, although they can not get close to each other, but across the river, at least, they can see each other's light, this is their love.

(c)

Unconsciously, spring and autumn passed.

It was twilight, walking in the alley, the bus on his side was hurrying, and it was like a big bird flapping its wings home. The roadside stalls have been collected. The shops seem to be closing. The solemn twilight on the horizon fell, and the sky seemed to be falling like leaves,

"Why do you feel this weird?" Chang Xia asked herself. When she lowered her head and approached her residence, she remembered that tonight was the Mid-Autumn Festival. Yesterday at dusk, I saw the person returning home carrying a mooncake box, but it didn't give her more feelings. At this time, I remembered that it was the Mid-Autumn Festival.

This is the second Mid-Autumn Festival she has spent in Shashi. On the first Mid-Autumn Festival, Bai Xian left Changsha on a night train. In the second Mid-Autumn Festival, she and Bai Xian each stayed in the same place.

Walking up the stairs alone. The house was dark and silent. She turned on the light. I saw my own shadow cast in front of the bed. When she walked to the kitchen, she shook the thermos bottle, there was no hot water in it as usual, and she hurried to work every morning, always forgetting to boil a pot of hot water before leaving.

The stove was cold and covered with dust. Her Mid-Autumn Festival is gone.

Close the door and get out. I hope that the small fast food restaurant with a smoky wall downstairs will have a Mid-Autumn Festival later, and there will be a boxed lunch fried for her to eat.

Come back from a boxed lunch. On the phone, "Where are you?" ”

"In a small town." Tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival, Bai Xian went on a business trip to a small town. The life scene of the people in the town reminds people of Wang Wei's poem, "The sunset on the ferry, the smoke in the ruins, and the wild song in front of the five willows." "And Bai Xian didn't have a home there, just a prisoner.

"Are you alone?"

"I'm the only one."

Sighing deeply, "When, the two of us ......"

"Come on, silly boy."

(iv)

Chang Xia looked at the bright poisonous day on the street, and thought, he has survived the inhuman work when he was a child, why can't he do it now?

Is there a chance to make a new choice to survive in the city now? Now college students who flock to the job market every year are like when she goes down to the river to catch shrimp and touch them, and grabs a handful of them casually.

People like her, who have no ancestors, no parents' help, no prestigious school education, and no popular platform, what they only have is the tenacity and hard-working that they have cultivated in the arduous working environment.

When Chang Xia appeared in the pharmacy, the girls in the pharmacy wearing white overalls, their complexion was like a cream white, in fact, the skin of these girls was just average, just because Chang Xia, who was tanned like black carbon, stood beside them.

The pharmacy staff was very impatient with the manufacturer's representatives. When they recommend promotional items to customers, customers will refuse, and they will be angry, and the next house they will be angry with is the representative of these pharmaceutical companies. No one will have mercy, and they will all work hard to earn three meals a day. There is no mercy in this world, only the weak only perish.

Every day when eating a boxed lunch made of water and oil in a smoky and black little fast food restaurant outside, and the bed under him does not belong to him, who does not want a stable and safe place to shelter in the shade. What else is there besides hard work!

Many pharmacies have promoters, who are not pharmacy salespersons and often only have a high school or junior high school education. These promoters are in pharmacies, hungry mouths wide open, waiting for customers. When there are no customers, they lean on the counter without brilliance, and when they see the customer, they are eager to try and greet the customer attentively: "What medicine do you want to buy, come, I will take you there." So he took the customer to the medicine array.