Man on the fourth of the journey Returning woman
Jiang Guoliang
At 17:37 p.m., the car arrived in Zhengzhou. Zhengzhou is the country's largest railway hub station, is the intersection of Longhai and Beijing-Guangzhou two most important railway lines, people come and go, like a bustling city, where all passengers who get on and off the bus are afraid.
Sure enough, as soon as the car stopped, hundreds of passengers rushed up, stuffing the already crowded bus. A fashionable girl was also crowded to our seats. Ten minutes later, the car started, and the woman stood bored in the aisle, pulling out her mobile phone and pressing it randomly, and her head did not lift.
After a long time, we softened our hearts, so we beckoned her to squeeze and sit down. The woman thanked her and barely sat down half of her ass, and we chatted. The woman is not very old, the person is beautiful, and her face looks extremely white under the headlights. A permed curly hair, dyed a popular brown. Wearing a blue sleeveless T-shirt on top, but a pair of thick jeans on the bottom, two holes in the thighs. The woman's hot sweat flowed all over her face and kept wiping it with a handkerchief. After chatting, I knew that she was originally a Henan Lingbao person. I know that since the ancient spirit treasure out of the beauty, today is a verification.
The woman works in a high-end hotel in Beijing, mixed well, has been promoted to foreman, and the standard Mandarin is more authentic than that spoken by Beijingers. After work, she took an express train from Beijing to Zhengzhou, and then changed to this train to rush to Lingbao. The reason why she was in a hurry was that her family had rushed her back to become a parent, and her boyfriend had been waiting for her for two years, and he was impatient and offered to quit if she did not return. The girl's parents are all face-saving people, and for several days the phone call kept urging her to go back. The woman said that her man was far worse than the Beijingers, and she couldn't say anything to him, but she couldn't help it. Resign yourself to fate! There seemed to be tears flashing in his eyes.
We hurriedly persuaded, said that listening to the old man's words can not eat losses, not to mention that the boyfriend has been waiting for you for many years, the true feelings can be seen, after marriage, the two go to Beijing together, maybe it can become a big thing, kill a new world, than those cowhide blowing the sky of the Beijing lepers are hundreds of times better. The woman was suspicious, but her face was much better.
I remember that the western Henan region where Lingbao was located was the place of activity of Li Zicheng's army at the end of the Ming Dynasty, so I asked her a few questions, and the woman answered with a board and an eye, and seemed to be very good at it.
At nearly ten o'clock in the evening, the woman was going to get off the bus in Lingbao, saying that the two eldest brothers were going to start a new life, and she couldn't forget us. Pingshui met, but it was very rare to see it so sincerely. I couldn't see a breakup scene in my life, so I turned my face and stopped looking at her. The woman waved goodbye to us, but after getting out of the car, she did not turn her head back, and hurriedly disappeared into the crowd.
It was late at night, and when I woke up, there was a change of people on the other side, and three migrant workers sat there and smiled at us. They went to Xinjiang to collect cotton, worked short-term jobs, spent two months, shaved to eat, wear, live and travel expenses, and earned five thousand yuan a month. For the annual money of ten thousand yuan, they got on the bus in Henan and traveled five thousand miles. So this Longhai Road, this train, is closely related to their lives.
The man in the middle is extremely kind and has a smiling face. Along the way I only saw him eat an apple and didn't seem hungry. The next day in Gansu, I opened a bag of instant noodles, chewed it dry in my mouth, and threw the condiments out of the window. The companion whispered two words to him, but he was impatient to push it away, and I think it might be the reason for laughing at him. They are going to Shanshan, Xinjiang, and the township has already contacted the cotton picking matter. We are just going to Xinjiang for tourism and investigation, and we can leave at any time, but these Henan villagers are forced by life and have to go, and what the future holds is a big question mark in their hearts. I told them about the ethnic unity in Xinjiang and explained some reasoning, believing that I could make them feel more down-to-earth.
When I was a student, I thought about the impact of the railway, and now I have a better understanding of the great changes that the railway has made to people, both in life and in psychology. Bid farewell to relatives in his hometown, go out of Yangguan in the west, go to the distant western region of Xinjiang, not to make a living, to seek a rich life. The bitterness of it, others can not understand, do not know how many grievances, how much suffering, of course, there is joy.
I think that people always live in self-comfort and self-deception, always pursue a better life for themselves and for their loved ones, and always struggle, sorrow, and struggle. This is life, and this is where the value of everyone's life lies.
Written on September 2009.
(These articles were written between 2009 and 2013 and are now sent out on the headline platform.) Thanks for reading, thank you! ）