"Classic" Yan Geling: Girl Fishing

Introduction: Chinese immigrant novels are another classic, can be said to be Yan Geling's famous work, many people may have seen the movie, the language of the original novel is very vivid and lively, even a little naughty, this language style and the novel protagonist Xiaoyu's innocent personality is simply the perfect combination.

It is said that from three o'clock to four o'clock in the afternoon, the women who came out of the train station were rough and fierce, flat shoes, short and complicated and excessive body odor.

It is also said that from four to five o'clock in the afternoon, the women who walk out are completely different. Most of them are long stockings, high heels, under the thick makeup of the color began to fail, the expression is still reserved, the appearance is also graceful, and the big and small ass rolls round in the narrow skirt.

The first group of women was released from various factories, and the latter group came down from the office building. People in Sydney are called "female workers", "office ladies". In fact, the former does not live worse than the latter. Good or bad, in Sydney, a city that makes people simple and stupid, is how much to earn. Female workers earn more than office ladies, and they don't have to change scenery on their dresses, shoes and socks, and the money can be eaten, lived, and accumulated to buy big things. In this regard, the female workers never wear fake jewelry, they are all real gold, real diamonds, real green, people are not close, there is light on the body screaming at you.

Also, go home and take a shower, molt and change clothes, and when the office ladies are still dressed and makeup and walk out of the station ticket door, the female workers have become people again. At this time, they all changed into loose, home-cooked clothes— in which the body was less restrained than naked — and went to the market to pick up the leftovers. At this time of day, there are always a few vegetables, fruits or meat in the market that can no longer be left, so cheap that "communism" is almost realized. In this way, the female workers have one more advantage and one disadvantage than the office lady: they sweep away all the cheap and leave nothing left for "them".

However, the women still want to be an office lady one day, wearing high heels, small narrow skirts, and makeup. Wear fake jewelry or buy cheap dishes. Xiaoyu stood at the train station like this, with two plastic bags next to her, stuffed with a few meats and vegetables but only cost her a few dollars. There are also some women who are similar to her attire, and they all come to meet their husbands after buying a holly. Xiaoyu's husband is not actually her husband (how is this so difficult to explain?). The sixty-seven-year-old man with whom she had been to the marriage office had nothing to do with her. What can she do with the old man? Just him? Old Italian with a rotten belly like a terraced field?

Xiaoyu is only twenty-two years old, can he make her husband go for half a century? This is, of course, the kind of scam that the IMMIGRATION is familiar with. The little fisherman spends money, the old man sells his personality, and they work together to fool that it is not their own government anyway. Everyone does that, and the immigration department can't afford to hire that much labor to track every man and woman. In this country, don't say that a small woman marries an old man, that is, a small woman marries an old woman, and the government congratulates.

Another group of passengers came out, and the little fisherman's neck was led upwards. She was not tall, but she grew the breasts and buttocks of a tall woman, and she was so plump that she was heavy. It is said that this kind of woman will give birth and breed, will work hard, but has less brains. Less brains tend to have more kind eyes. How else would she have become a nurse at the age of seventeen? On the mainland — now she's used to calling her motherland [mainland," and she cares for people who no one wants to take care of, and they all say before they die that she has a good heart. She went abroad, and people said: Good retribution, people have to commit suicide or kill people in order to go abroad, and xiaoyu will go abroad like a cool out. Xiao Yu saw him walk out and immediately smiled. People say that Xiaoyu laughs very well, just because he laughs without thinking.

His name is Jiang Wei, he won the national breaststroke championship ten years ago, and now he still has a beautiful field chicken. When he met Xiaoyu, he was about to go abroad, and this friend had been walking for him since three months ago. All said: In the future, mix half a foreigner, don't forget to pull and pull our brothers.

Xiaoyu was brought by someone, and no one was familiar with her, but she danced all who invited her to dance. Push her closer to her, push her farther away, smile the same way. Jiang Wei's hand was not honest on her waist for a moment, she smiled and recognized. Jiang Wei took another step closer, and she raised her eyelids and asked, "What are you doing?" "It seems like she didn't understand when men had boring jerks. Asked her what her name worked on, he invited her to hang out on weekends.

"Okay." She also didn't say it positively or negatively.

On Sunday he led her to his house for an hour, and no one in the family was going to go out to make room for him. In the end only he took her away. One after another, I went to two or three parks, and I couldn't hide from people's eyes everywhere. Xiaoyu can complain about no. He said that this place was a big living person, so she walked with him many ways and changed places. Finally they went back to his house, and it was already dark.

Behind the courtyard gate, he hugged her horizontally and vertically for a while. Ask her, "Do you like me like this?" She was silent, her body was kneaded into whatever shape it was. The next weekend he slept with her. Busy, Jiang Wei took a nap. Awake he asked, "Who are you going back to bed with?" ”

Xiaoyu said slowly, "A sick person, dying." He liked me for over a year. ”

"He likes you and you let it?" Jiang Wei was like a tight fit from the end of his hair to his toes. Xiaoyu also read from his eyes: You owe men so much? So what's not to like? She rubbed his full body of frog flesh with her heart in her hands, "He looked like he was thirsty, and he looked really painful and pitiful. She said. She took her eyes and said the remaining half of the sentence: Didn't you just say the same? Like being poisoned; like I have food but I'm hungry for you.

Jiang Wei walked for half a year without giving her a word, but one day he sent an envelope of various kinds of paper, saying that he had completed the school formalities for her, bought a ticket, and she screwed this bag of paper to the consulate. She came like this "eight thousand miles of clouds and moon". I wasn't particularly happy or superior. Almost on the plane, the luggage cracked a big hole, the mother saw that she was the only one left in the hall, and the fire came up: "I can't catch up!" How can it be so meaty? Xiao Yu looked up and smiled first, then said in a thick voice: "Aren't people in a hurry?"

The cohabitation life that began was jiang wei working in the morning and going to school in the afternoon, and Xiaoyu working all day on weekends. The two had only one dinner time together. They were very nervous about a meal, to eat, to talk, to kiss. There are tricks for eating and kissing. Talk about a topic: when we have an identity, what do we do. Naturally, then, the words will refer to identity.

Jiang Wei often smiled obediently and said, "You go and marry a foreigner, right?" ”

"Aren't you a foreigner here?" Xiaoyu said. Later I learned that I couldn't say that.

"What's wrong with me foreigner, you mean that you have no identity is a foreigner, right?" he annoyedly threw her away. There was no space, and a psychological distance was thrown out.

At this point, the small fishing stopped. Leave that kaner to himself. He would come to pick her up again, not knowing who to ask: "Do you think I am willing to marry you off?" Xiao Yu suddenly found a secret: she was a beautiful person in his eyes, very beautiful. She had always looked at herself sloppily, and she had never been impatient in front of the mirror, because she thought she was sloppy. She neither looks at herself nor does she spend money. Unlike other women, they fiercely put themselves on like a Christmas tree. On weekends, Chinatown refreshment shops are full of this "tree", looking like a Christmas forest.

A friend of Wang Wei really found such a subordinate organization: for all kinds of men and women who are most unlikely to be together. "Fifteen thousand!" Friends warn. He didn't expect to give it a try. Where the money comes from, where is the little fisherman, such a girl, who makes up her own money to suffer a spoiled situation.

Just the moment when you imagine a man like a pig standing side by side in front of the witness, most girls feel crazy. Not to mention going in and out of various institutions with this man, being looked at and interrogated, and the girls have to smoothly report one of the men's covered features. There are also oaths, hugs, and receiving things, more than once, twice, three times. Then partner with a man who doesn't look like the Eight Commandments of pigs, right? But if he is not so pig eight precepts, he will be left behind by lord An An, and will he come to do this with you? Also, the more pigs he is, the lower the price. Fifteen thousand, the old man is not lame or blind, even if it is fair. Jiang Wei persuaded Xiaoyu like this.

Standing at the half-circle desk of the witness, holding hands with the old man, Xiaoyu felt less terrible. The words rehearsed in advance, she didn't understand anyway. What they don't understand is not heartfelt, they have only been on their lips and tongues, and their conscience lies far away, and they are not alarmed at all.

Jiang Wei pretended to be the woman's relatives and friends to stand aside, and at first someone coaxed him to "Marry Sister Zhong Kui" and "Fan Li Shexi Shi", he also laughed, and gradually, who teased him, he stared back at whom. Xiaoyu didn't look back at Jiang Wei, otherwise she would have found that he needed to go and see it at this moment. He stood in a group of yellow-skinned "relatives and old men", his throat knot rising and falling sharply, and his whole body bulging with frog flesh, swollen the suit he bought at the thrift store to the point of opening the line. She just went to see the old man when it was very necessary. The old man had dyed his hair before this, and the money had also been handed over to Xiaoyu to settle the account. Plus renting a suit and buying a bottle of men's perfume, the old man walked her for a hundred yuan. Later, it was learned that the old man's hair was dyed by Rita, and the suit was also changed for him by Rita, who had worn the orchestra decades ago. Rita and the old man have a rather low-level and quite touching relationship. Old Man Ritayang drank, cried, homesick and slept. The old man played the violin, and she sang, though the singing got out of tune. The most valuable of all the old man's family was the violin. Without the piano tray, the old man will not match, because if it does not match the same good wood, the tone of the piano will be affected. That's how the old man explained it, who knows. The piano without a piano was clamped by the old man's shoulder, but it was still not very effective, and the head still had to be pulled off and lowered below his waist. Therefore, the old man has a posture of playing the piano with a sloppy and sloppy posture. The old man was poor and had never sold art on the street, and Rita forced him to not go.

He sold himself. Calculate for him, if he does not get himself drunk to death, he will say that there are still ten years to live, sell once every two years, earn ten thousand once, and he will not drink the wind and foam until he dies. From this point of view, the next "moon guy" who stripped away five thousand yuan from it would not only be inferior but also immeasurable.

The old man who asked for a hundred dollars of rogues didn't look so bad. Xiaoyu saw that his hair was like lacquer and combed very old-fashioned; the smell of alcohol on his body made the perfume cover off. The suit is well worn, and in the end it has been a puppet. The old man's eyes were straight and aggressive, and his eyebrows had been dyed and combed, covering his face with two thick shades. He described it as almost decent and grim. From his constantly pursing lips, Xiaoyu could see that his breathing was short and too nervous. Finally the old man hugged her as she was told. Seeing an old eyelid pressing down on her, she felt sad. She thought that he was so old and had to play so hard in this ugly drama, and the role was too heavy for him. He was too tired to breathe. How sad it was—she also thought that he could only play the groom in such a ugly drama at such an old age, and did not expect to be the groom again. He will not have this hope in this life, so he plays this role so really, and he is addicted to reality in the play. When the old man's dry and cold lips touched hers, she didn't dare to look at him again. What prevented him from becoming a happy father and grandfather? There was no one behind him, and all that came to cheer was yellow-skinned, her side. He was really lonely and miserable. Rita didn't come either, she came, who was it? When Xiaoyu opened his eyes and saw that the old man had a little pity in his eyes, it seemed that he felt guilty about who had ruined Xiaoyu, such a clean and clean girl.

After the cutscenes were all over, people hugged "old men and young wives" to the lawn outside the door. Say good to take some pictures. Xiaoyu and the old man took two pictures in front of a "Benz" that happened to be parked on the edge of the lawn, and then everyone who accompanied them rushed to the car and shouted: "I will come to one too!" "In any case, there was a moment in this life when I had it, even if I boasted and bragged, it was not without evidence.

Only Jiang Wei did not take a picture, slowly dragging on the tail of the crowd.

Xiao Yu found out at this time that he was so unhappy. When he broke up with the old man, everyone held the Chinese dialect and he giggled: "Bye-bye, the old man is not dead, you are tough and tough, otherwise your hut, we have to go to occupy the collar..." Jiang Wei laughed viciously.

When I got home that night, Xiaoyu still cooked and stir-fried. Jiang Wei's hand moving chopsticks was blind. Finally, he stopped talking casually. Tell her to wipe the lipstick clean. She said that lipstick came from? She came back and took a shower. He chopsticks a cypress shouted: "Go wipe me off!" ”

Xiaoyu stared at him, not knowing this person at all. Jiang Wei rushed into the toilet, tore off the handpaper, grabbed her eyelids, and rubbed her lips with force, even her nose and face. Xiaoyu thought: He obviously saw that there was a table paper on the table. She didn't struggle, she was afraid that if she struggled, the little bit of resentment in his heart would vent. She wanted to cry, but seeing him lying on her shoulder and sobbing uncontrollably, she felt his pain hurt more fiercely and deeper, and gave him the opportunity to cry. Otherwise, both of them will cry, and who will coax them?

She carried his cries hard, his hot trembling, his soaring grievances.

Early the next morning, Jiang Wei kissed her when he got up to work. Then he looked up at the ceiling, looked blankly, and said, "Three hundred and sixty-four days." Xiao Yu understood what he was referring to. After a year, she can appeal for divorce, and after a period of time in court or something, she can withdraw herself from the marriage in name only. But no matter how gentle and considerate Xiaoyu is, Jiang Wei and she have since had a little bit of life: a little bit of yin and yang weird sentimentality. He would say, "Are you and I really real?" You are not really moving with anyone. There was no threat or fierceness when he asked, but weakness that made Xiaoyu hurt him badly. He was the kind of male who was born of a tiger, and he was brutal and everything was normal. His smile had changed, just like it was now: his eyebrows twitched, and the two figure-eight lines dragged down the two wings of his nose, a little embarrassed and a little sinister.

Jiang Wei immediately laughed when he found himself standing at the entrance of the station and among the many wives. They walked home together. As usual, Xiaoyu did not remind her that she was carrying two large bags. Jiang Wei also threw up his hands and went downstairs as usual, only to find out: "Cough, why don't you call me!" "Then take away all the bags."

The little fisherman laughed as he was tired, and went upstairs very slowly when he was tired. Because part of the money paid to the old man and the institution was borrowed, their small apartment moved into The Three Men to share the rent. A room full of foot smells. Xiao Yu was just about to clean up, and Jiang Wei said, "They paid you to clean it?" ”

One of the three Hanzi was cutting threads in the garment factory, a woolen sweater was stained everywhere, Xiaoyu went to pick it, and Jiang Wei was also angry: "Are you mine or public?" ”

Xiaoyu had to harden his heart and let it stink, dirty, and chaotic. Anyway, you don't live here, Jiang Wei often said, and there are complaints in his words. It seemed that Xiaoyu was willing to go to the old man's room. The second week of "marriage", the old man came running and said that the immigration bureau had come early in the morning and asked him where his "wife" was.

The old man said that they should work the morning shift, and the next time they come at night, they can't say "night shift" anymore, right? The immigration agent only saw a few women's dresses, Rita's, he compared the length of the dress with his eyes, and then went to test the height of xiaoyu on the wedding photo, and then asked: "Your wife is a Chinese, how can you wear an Italian skirt?" ”

Jiang Wei had no choice but to send Xiaoyu across three streets to the old man's house. The old man's room was dilapidated but he lived alone, with two bedrooms. The bathroom of Xiaoyu's bedroom did not have a shower, and the bath had to pass through the old man's room. Jiang Wei strictly inspected the lock on it, but it was good and reliable. He said to her: If the old thing is going to break, you will jump out of the window and run to me, three streets in total, and he will catch you and run. Xiaoyu smiled and said: No. Why wouldn't Jiang Wei say? Hearing such a young woman taking a bath, the paralysis is up!

"No, there's Rita." Little Fishing Finger pointed to Rita, who was frying fish in the kitchen with a shady face, said.

Rita was as wary of Xiaoyu as Jiang Wei was to the old man. Xiaoyu moved in, and the old man did not let her spend the night in his room, saying that the immigration bureau would come again, and the story would be difficult to tell.

Half a year to live, basically small chaos and big cure. Xiao Yu went back to the old man sooner and later every day.

Jiang Wei squeezed everywhere, three men walked one, the other to find a girlfriend who worked as a tailor, and operated a sewing machine at home every day. There is more noise in the room, less dirty and smelly, all the same, and everyone has nothing to say. It's just that Xiaoyu can't study there. After dinner, Jiang Wei went to school, and she went back to the old man. She had her own bedroom there, and if the old man and Rita didn't fight, it would be quiet. She didn't understand the subject of their fight. For money? Leaking for the house? Rebel for cockroaches in the kitchen? Ruminating on sewers? For both of them have no right way to make a living, and both force each other to go out to run for food? Reta, who had lived to be fifty, had never had a serious career, and now she helped the family make Italian food and pastries. She earns more and earns less, depending on how many families have to hold ceremonial family banquets on a whim.

By chance, Xiaoyu became aware that they were arguing partly for her. When Xiaoyu entered the courtyard, she was used to touching the stairs in the dark. But that night the door light suddenly came on, and when I entered the door I saw the old man standing in the door, obviously hearing her footsteps rushing to turn on the lamp for her. Afraid she'll fall and bump? Afraid of her timidity and fear of the dark?

Afraid that she despised him: too poor to even turn on the doorlight? She didn't walk quietly, and only by quietly and carefully waiting did she raise the time so accurately and turn on the lights for her. Did he wait for her? Why wait for her, he's not stubborn with Rita? Soon after entering her house, she heard a "moo" sound, and Reita's mother animal howled like a livestock. Then there was the noise. Noisy, Italian is louder than any language. The next morning, the old man shrank in front of the table and was stubble the frame containing the "wedding photo", and the glass did not expect the stubble. She didn't dare ask what was wrong. What's wrong with asking? She slowly went to check the glass slag on the floor, as if she had been there.

"Rita, she's angry?" she asked. The old man's eyes protruded from the upper end of the reading glasses and the lower end of the eyebrow arch, so hard. Can't ask: Did you turn on the doorlight for me (love?). Concerns? court? It was enough, she asked again; to be more precise, it would only embarrass everyone to death.

The old man shrugged and said, "Is there anything more normal than getting angry?" She stood frozen for a moment and said, "Or tell Rita to come back?" "In fact, it is not difficult to mix with the inspection of the immigration bureau, they will not break into the door, they always have to use the doorbell to inform." The doorbell rings, and everyone plays again. The house was a mess, and every pile of garbage could be hidden in Rita. No, no, no. The more "no" the old man became, the more determined he became. The little fisherman made a sound. She put down the envelope and said softly, "These two weeks of room money." ”

The old man didn't look at it.

When she reached the foyer, she looked back and saw that he had dug the money out of the envelope and was counting on time. Head forward. Like eating shi, I am afraid of dropping the scum and going to the plate. She knew he was anxious to figure out if the money was counting as he expected. Last time he raised the house price, Jiang Wei ran to bargain with him, and finally did not move. At this time, she saw the old man's head and neck return to its original position, as if she had eaten enough, and laughed with herself. Xiaoyu only wanted to make peace, so he paid the price the old man wanted, and he didn't plan to tell Jiang Wei. Isn't that ten bucks? Let the old man be so unhappy.

Rita will come back the next day after arguing, and the next two or three days will be particularly beautiful and smooth. It was the day the old man played the violin and sang her. They would sing like this: a table of plates, cups, a field of cards, wine bottles, trash cans stink like plague. Xiaoyu was touched by what he heard in the house and thought to himself: They live every day like the end of the day, but they are affectionate in the piano and song. They should have gotten married, because apart from the fact that they admired each other, the world would be like them. They should live together, neither of them, even if they kill each other, they can add wounds to each other.

It is said that the old man agreed to marry Rita before "marrying" Xiaoyu, and they had been friends for many years. But because she was caught in the middle, they didn't even have the happiness of that mess.

The shame in Xiaoyu's heart was real. She walked lightly to the kitchen and carried the garbage bag out first. She always did these things secretly, otherwise Rita would feel that she was violating her sovereignty and competing for the position of housewife. When she had cleaned up the kitchen, washed her hands, and walked out, she saw the two standing face to face at the window. The violin bow stopped, and there was a trembling tail note in the room that did not disperse. They sang about their interdependence, and now it was as if they were standing and sleeping soundly. Xiaoyu was very touched, very touched.

It was the old man who saw the little fish first. He pushed away Rita, who was kissing him, and looked at the girl who seemed to have broken in by mistake. Raising the violin and bow again, he only tried to hide his embarrassment and shame.

Without pulling out a sound, he lowered his arms again. What did Xiaoyu think of him? Is that face more inferiority and shame? In the face of such a real life as the maiden, he humbled himself, or reita, the denatured and empty life—it seems that this degeneration is not brought about by aging, but is related to depravity. However, Xiaoyu grievanced his dignity and "joined" with him, which can also be called a kind of depravity. But she was accidental and conscious; he was inevitable, subconscious. How do subconscious things go about correcting? Xiaoyu had enough of his life to correct a brief man-made depravity, but he had not much left. He pushed Rita away, still afraid that their ugly pleasures would scare Xiaoyu; and it was as if Xiaoyu stood there fresh, so youthful and unmailed that he realized that she was not worthy to do those, those were only worthy of Xiaoyu's real life and green girls.

In fact, it was only a moment. How can there be so many feelings in a flash? It is completely irresponsible for whether you are grasping for a sense of reality or illusion in an instant. This moment is a moment without abnormality for Rita. She invited Xiaoyu to join in, urged the old man to play a song familiar to Xiaoyu, and poured Xiaoyu a large glass of wine.

"It's too late, I'm going to sleep," she declined, "tomorrow I'm going to work." ”

Back at the house, soon the old man sent Rita out. Went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and saw the old man sitting alone in the kitchen drinking, his eyes empty. "Good night." He said he didn't look at the small fish.

"Good night." She said: "It's time to sleep, it's not good to drink too much." She used to say this to disobedient patients.

"I have back pain. I think I probably slept too much. ”

Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment or walked over. He was shirtless, his bones clear, but his belly was thick. His dyed hair grew long and flowered like a reed chicken. His two forearms resemble hairy crabs. The little fisherman rubbed his back and looked at him curiously. He said "thank you" and she stopped. He said "goodnight" again and stood up. She was about to answer when he took her hand. She almost screamed, but restrained, because he was not aggressive from his posture to his eyes. "You make this place so clean; you always clean every place. Why? Aren't you going to move out in three months? ”

"You're going to live here." Xiaoyu said.

"You also planted flowers at the door. I'm dead, and the flowers will live. You'd say that, right? ”

Xiaoyu smiled, "Hmm. She didn't think so. She did it if she wanted to do it.

The old man laughed slowly. What kind of laughter is it? When people are desperate, they have dead trees and trees in spring? He shook Xiaoyu's hand in one hand and went to hold the cup with the other. After taking a very light sip, he asked, "What is your father like, drinking?" ”

"No!" She shook her head anxiously, and resolutely picked up her facial features like a child opposed something.

The old man laughed loudly and kissed her on the forehead.

Xiaoyu lay on the bed with his heart still beating. What happened to the old man? Do you want to report Jiang Wei? Will Jiang Wei punch the old man's nose down before taking her away? "Old animals, tofu is tender to eat!" He would scold like that. But is that called "eating tofu"? She reviewed the scene and details just now, and the old man seemed to have changed into a person. Without the faint shamelessness that she was familiar with. Although he was still shirtless and dirty, the dirty and dirty temperament was gone. He asked: Does your father drink? Didn't ask how your boyfriend was. He only compared himself to her father instead of boyfriend. Maybe something made him want to be an elder again. His kisses are also elderly.

She didn't mention it to Jiang Wei over the weekend. Jiang Wei bought an old car to work as a road maintenance worker who made more money. They can only do their business in the car now. "You'll be able to pay it back next month."

He said, but he still couldn't open his eyebrows. Seeing that his complexion was sunburned like a soldier's, and none of his hair was gone, Xiao hugged him very tightly. Seeming to be aroused by a bunch of nest sighs, she kissed him hard.

October is spring, in Sydney. Xiaoyu was walking, and a car with a tractor roar stopped next to her. The old man's car.

"Why don't you take the train?" He asked after he let her get in the car.

She said she had been walking to and from work for months to save money on the bus. The old man was silent.

He raised his room money three times, calling for people to repair roofs, sewers, and cockroaches, all of which were paid half of by the small fishermen. Every time she took the bill, she paid the bill immediately without saying a word, and did not spit a word to Jiang Wei at all. He knew that it was noisy and scolding, staring at xiaoyu and scolding the old man, she would rather take money to buy Qingjing. She hid everyone from suffering, and people should not bother her. What if it weren't?

Jiang Wei will not say, I quit smoking, I don't go to nightclubs, I go to the restaurant with male bachelors, and I save money to get on a good ride. He won't, he'll just make trouble, and making a fuss is secondary.

"No wonder, you're thin." Parking in front of the door, the old man said. He was thinking about it all the way. She thought he would say: Next month you will leave the car money and pay me the house money. But without these words, this generosity did not exist in the old man's permeated flesh and bones of poverty. At best, when he bought an old sofa, he stopped giving the bill to Xiaoyu. Rita paid half of the couch, and from then on she spent smoking on that couch, reading newspapers, dyeing her toenails and fingernails, and looking for shadows.

One day she watched Xiaoyu walk past her, entered the guard room, suddenly raised her eyebrows, and smiled.

After a small fish shower, always scrub the bathtub and eyelid basin by hand. The vanity mirror was always misty and spattered with toothpaste foam; there was always some hair on the table, which was left by the old man's nostrils; the colored broken nails on the ground were Rita's. What she couldn't figure out the most was the filthy fingerprints on the white soap, washed every day, and would reappear every day. As she was getting dressed, the door rang. A small piece of white rolling above the glass of the door peeled off, and she closed one eye, but it collided with an eye on the glass that was peering inward.

Xiaoyu "Wow" a throat, shouting out a stream of blood. That eye was as big as a swallow. She panicked and slipped into her clothes, but the people outside the door laughed and gathered their eyes together, and she recognized it as Rita's laugh. "Open the door, I need to use the toilet urgently!"

Rita lifted her skirt and sat down on the toilet, draining herself freely and sounding like a torrential rain. After a few long and comfortable fights, a pair of her large black eyes still biting the little fish, chewing and tasting her half-naked body. I just want to see if your and buttocks are real, hey...

Xiao Yu didn't know what to do with this woman who didn't even wear underwear. Seeing her dressed in a panic, Rita said, "Don't be afraid, he's not home." "The old man goes out every day now, and even Rita doesn't know what he's busy with."

"Tell you: I'm leaving. I'm going to marry a decent man who earns money. Rita said. Sit on the toilet and raise your toes. Xiaoyu asked, what should the old man do?

"He? Isn't he married to you? She smiled badly.

"That's not true, you know..." and the old man "married"? A strong wave of shame struck The Little Fish.

"Oh, who the fuck knows is really fake!" Rita put jiro's leg on the toilet and lit a cigarette. After a while, a layer of soot was sprinkled on the ground. "He treats me like a beast to a beast, and he treats you like a man to a man!"

"I'm moving away!" Or I'll move out tomorrow!" ......”

Again, Xiaoyu thought, it was I who got things broken in the middle. "Rita, don't go, you should get married and live well!"

"Married? That's a human thing. Beasts and beasts don't need to get married, they are in one plant, that's it! I have to find someone who is with him, and you don't feel like a. Strangely, when you are with people, the beast becomes like a man; and when you are with the beast, the man becomes the owner of the animal. ”

"But Rita, he needs someone to take care of, he's old..."

"By the way, he's old! It will take two months for the law to allow you to separate; another year for you to divorce. What's left for me? He said he was not sorry if he died as long as there was one person to attend his funeral. I'll be the only one who attended his funeral? ”

"He's still healthy, how could he die?"

"He drinks every day, and he dies every day!"

"But what to do, he needs you to like you..."

Oh, him!

Rita never returned. The old man drank very quietly. Xiaoyu understood this jing as sadness. Cleaning up the bathroom, Xiaoyu tosses one of Rita's empty powder boxes into the garbage bag, but soon it is back in place. Xiaoyu understands this as nostalgia. The old man never mentioned Rita, but blurted out more than once, "Rita, the water is boiling." He no longer plays the piano at home, as Rita had always hoped: to go out and earn money. Xiao Yu occasionally found that the old man went out every day; it was to sell art.

It was a weekend, and Jiang Wei drove Xiaoyu to the beach to see the handicraft exhibition. Where someone was playing the violin, the sea breeze was very strong, and the melody was cut off one by one, but Xiaoyu heard that it was the old man's piano tone. After walking most of the market, I did not see the violinist, and the tune was always drilled in the human seam. It wasn't until the wind got stronger and there was a headless rain, and the people who ran away to avoid the rain suddenly vacated a whole street, and the old man appeared.

Xiaoyu was pulled by Jiang Wei to a large umbrella at an ice cream stand " Cough, he! Jiang Wei pointed at the old man and said in surprise. The violin begging for food is coming. Not bad, finally self-supporting! ”

The old man was also busy trying to get out of the place to shelter from the rain. Xiaoyu called out to him, but he didn't hear it. Jiang Wei scolded her, "What do you want him to do?" I don't know him! ”

The old man's hat fell to the ground in the midst of the chaos. Go to pick up the hat, the button of the case opens, and the piano comes out again. He checked the piano and held it like a baby to see where it hurt. A chaotic wind rolled the old man's banknotes from the piano box and ran. Only then did the old man withdraw his mind from the piano and go to pick up the money and come back.

The rain grew heavier, the road was strangely empty, and only the old man remained, catching the banknotes in the wind like bees and butterflies dancing in the ground.

Xiao Yu was stopped as soon as he moved: "You are not allowed to go!" Jiang Wei said, "Lose me less." People still think you have something to do with this old Hanako! She still broke him. She chased after the old man's hard-earned bills one day. When the old man saw her and recognized her, who was drenched in water, he fell down. He half-paced and half-brittled there, looking up at her, as if the money had not been returned to him by her, but had been given to him. She set him up and turned back to look for Jiang Wei, and found that the place where Jiang Wei had stayed was empty.

Jiang Wei's house was also empty. Xiaoyu waited for two hours, and he did not return. She understood that Jiang Wei's heart was far more than this awkwardness. One day after Rita left, the old man brought back Yiyi Hanging Lan, which was thrown away by a family member who moved the house. Xiaoyu set up two stools and climbed them to hang the flowerpot, and the old man put his palms on her ankles. Jiang Wei happened to come, the door happened to be unlocked, the old man invited him to come in by himself, and said, drink water and pour it yourself, we are all busy.

"We, he dares to "us" with you? Are you two "we" up? "In the car, Jiang Wei said with a disgusted face." The two of them also watered flowers, cut the lawn, and sat in a room, watching TV, reading books, no wonder he "we"..." Xiaoyu was frightened: he actually did stalking and monitoring her and the old man! "It seems that the old man and the young wife have a good life of oil and salt!"

"What are you talking about?" Xiao Yu spoke to Jiang Wei for the first time in such a fried tone. But she immediately slowed down again: "Man, there will always be harmony after a while..."

"With an old king and an old scoundrel, you can also go to a piece and make peace?" He specifically picked words that would make the meaning wrong to guide his own thinking.

"Jiang Wei!" She shouted. She also wanted to shout: You are going to kill people unjustly! But gushing tears blocked her throat. The car roared, and she stopped crying. I was afraid that Jiang Wei's heart would be even more hairy from crying. His energy would pass, just let him enjoy all her warmth. Nothing would delay him from enjoying her, pain or anger. He could enjoy her while throwing a big tantrum. "What kind of woman are you?" He asked spasmodically at her.

Xiaoyu went downstairs to the apartment and waited for Jiang Wei. He never says anything more and she never returns it. When a man says such a cruel word, his heart must hurt even more fiercely. She waited until midnight to wait for an empty space. Back at the old man, the old man was half lying on the couch in the living room, his face very bad. He smiled at her.

She smiled at him too. There is a strange sense of consciousness in the middle of these two laughs.

The next day she came back from work and saw him lying unmoved, smiling at her unchanged.

They laughed again. When she got to the kitchen, she found that all the dishes, bowls, and pots had been left unmoved, and the old man had not used or even touched them. What's wrong with him? She rushed out to ask, but he smiled again. A person who feels comfortable can laugh this laugh. She persuaded herself to stop the strange feelings of the Middle Lord.

She began to clean the house, wanting to leave a fresher, more humane place for the old man when she moved out. She hoped that anything would get better through her hands; there was nothing in the world that deserved to be wasted, including the old man who had ruined most of his life.

The old man watched the little fisherman busy. He knew it was her last day here, and when the day was over, they would both be clear. She would be left behind a dilapidated but pleasant house and a lonely but serene old man.

The old man changed. I don't know how to become a small fisherman. She remembered the old man looking for something missing: shoe paddles, reading glasses, razors. Once a chair fell apart, and under the cushion he found a miniature icon he had been looking for forty years, and he was so ambivalent and so ambivalent that even Rita could not guess the story contained in the icon with the size of his fingernails. Seemingly by chance, he quietly recovered a longer-lost part of himself. In that part of him, he was quiet and elegant.

Now he will go out with a garbage bag that is still dissatisfied, and then he will look at Xiaoyu and say: You see, I have done things too, I am living a good life. He seemed to be really being a good person: he no longer went to the door to get the neighbor's newspaper, nor did he blackmail people who occasionally parked outside his yard. He still loved to be shirtless, but when Xiaoyu returned, he immediately found clothes to wear. He still turned on the VOLUME of the TV to an earth-shattering level, but as soon as the light in Xiaoyu's bedroom dimmed, he immediately twisted it to the point of being almost dumbfounded. One day xiaoyu went to work, saw the old man walking on the violin in the quiet sun in the morning, and his self-sufficiency made the old man have a serious look and solemn demeanor. She felt that she was so touched: he was a normal old man; the kind of old man who had legitimate feelings with the world and the world.

When Xiaoyu rakes the leaves on the grass in the yard, he thinks that he will live well, even without Rita, without her. Inadvertently, she peeked into the window and saw the old man moving, moving like a struggle.

He seemed to be dragging his body with his arm, but soon failed. He tried again, more and more violently, and finally compromised and lay down as he was.

Turns out he can't move! Xiaoyu rushed back into the living room, and when he saw her, he laughed again. He laughed like this until she left; reassured her to leave on time? ...... She called the emergency, and the doctor and nurse came, confirming Xiaoyu's conjecture; the consequences of the fall of the two miles came, and the old man suffered a stroke. They also told her that the old man was in a bad condition, and that the ideal outcome would be to find him alive a week later, and that he would live a few more days without moving. They didn't use an ambulance to take the old man to the hospital, saying it was the same anyway.

The old man now lay back in his bed. Some brackets attached to rubber tubes and bottles stood up around him. The nurse would come to observe once every six hours, hand over some tea and rice, and change the potion.

"Who are you?" The nurse asked. To such a poor and sick man as the old man, she was like a benevolent noblewoman.

Neither the old man nor she spoke. The phone rang, and she ran as if she had been spared.

"You've got all your stuff packed, right?" Jiang Wei called her in a very noisy place.

Before he could hear her answer, he became impatient again: "Give you two hours, straighten out your luggage, and wait for me at the door!" I don't want to see him! "You don't seem to want to see me either, Xiaoyu thought. From the day she had helped the old man back, he hadn't seen her again. She had waited for him several times, and she couldn't wait for him. Ask him on the phone if he's busy, and he'll answer the question and say, "I've fucking had enough!" It was as if he had been the only sacrifice of the year. It was as if this kind of work alone had bitter him. It was as if all the cedes were made by him. "Don't forget," Jiang Wei stressed in the midst of the noise, "go and ask him to get back the money for the three days, you moved away three days in advance!" ”

"He's very sick, probably dangerous..."

"What does that have to do with the money?"

She added that he could die at any time: What does he say have to do with you? Yeah, yeah, what does it have to do with me. With this in mind, she went back to her bedroom, grabbed a few pieces of clothing, suddenly put them aside, and walked to the old man's house.

The nurse is gone. The old man seemed to have fallen asleep. She was just about to leave, but he opened his eyes. It's over, this time we have to say goodbye. She didn't have a word in her mind.

"I thought you were gone!" The old man opened his mouth first. She shook her head. What does shaking your head mean? Isn't it going? She didn't say she wanted to stay, but Jiang Wei asked: How long do you want to stay?

Accompany him to guard him to raise him old to send him to the end? ......

Where the old man found a piece of paper, it was a monthly train pass. He motioned for Xiaoyu to take it. When she took it, a look of relief appeared on his face after admitting his mistake.

"The nurse asked me who you were, and I said you were a tenant. A very nice and nice kid. The old man said.

Xiaoyu shook his head again. She really didn't know if she was good or not. Jiang Wei just gritted her teeth on the phone, saying that she could actually be so good with an old scoundrel, which showed that she was a real "good" woman. He also told her that two hours later he would drive to the door, and if there was no one at the door, he would turn the head of the car and leave. Then he didn't bother her again; she was willing to spend as long as she wanted with the old man, and he said once again that he had had enough.

The old man sent her to the door. She wanted to turn back and say goodbye, and saw the old man's slippers facing the sky. When she went to straighten it out, she suddenly realized that the old man might no longer need to wear shoes; her thoughtfulness was only a stinging reminder to the old man. What about herself? This move was an excuse; she needed to accompany him for a while, to do more for him.

"I'll be back to see you..."

"Don't come back..." He looked out the window and seemed to say: How nice it is outside, why come in when you go out?

The old man's hand moved, and Xiaoyu felt the impulse to move his hand. Her hand went to shake the old man's hand.

"If..." The old man looked at her, his mouth full of words, but he didn't say them. His eyes widened, as if he had been intimidated by his own ignorance. She didn't ask—"what if" was an inexhaustible question. If only you had stayed longer. Would you remember me if I died? If I'm lucky enough to have a funeral, will you come? If in the future you see any lonely old man, will you think of me by him?

Xiaoyu nodded and promised his "if".

The old man tilted his head inward, and the tears that filled his deeply sunken eyes finally flowed out.

Pay attention to the literature of the past, and push you short classics every night.