All the poverty will eventually become a story. The sufferings suffered will also become a thing of the past.
The friendship between a woman and a woman begins very simply, sometimes starting with a fried potato. Yes, start with a chutney, and some, start with a bottle of nail polish. Also, start with a bowl of fried potatoes and end with a man.
In August, I was in Kunming, a woman I met a long time ago, we met for 10 years, she graduated from secondary school, returned to Yunnan from Fujian, I skipped college, from Shandong to Wuhan for several months, back to Yunnan. We all live in dark, small, chaotic and ugly urban villages.
It was August day, we went to the same company with only 5 people for an interview, the interview ended, we made the elevator together, added QQ, about to eat fried potatoes downstairs, and then later, we ate fried potatoes from Xiaoximen for 3 months, walked around daguan commercial city together, and wore 15 yuan T-shirts together.
It was a bowl of fried potatoes with history, and we ate hot and had a good chat, and then I asked her back to the dark rental house where I was staying. We stopped by To seal the new road, to buy vegetables, a bunch of cabbage for a dollar, a dollar for red beans and sauerkraut and soup, two dollars for chicken liver, and a dollar for peppers. I took this 5 yuan meal and entertained her, she did not think I was poor, I did not think she was poor, she did not think of my soil, I did not think of her.
That year, I lived in the urban village of Xiba Road on the edge of a ring road in Kunming, the dark and narrow single room, the walls are all black marks, sleeping at night, can hear the next door Qujing selling fried potatoes couple looking for fun, open the window, can hear the Kundu night after work women, the sound of Tata's high heels, the women downstairs, from time to time to bring different men back to sleep, upstairs live Honghe couple and two little boys, one to six or seven o'clock, the little boy will pull their throats noisy, running around in the narrow aisle, endless.
The aisle in the village is only 1 meter wide, and the uncle who delivers gas and mineral water often shuttles through the village, pulling his throat, shouting on the first floor, sending water, sending gas. At the aisle, there are small carts selling fried potatoes and chutney. The woman's corset, red panties, was cold on the balcony of the rental house, fluttering around. This is the expression that belongs to the village. Also the temperature outside the city, the community.
The landlady is an aunt who loves to knit woolen slippers, but the house is not hers, she has a rich brother, she bought the house in the urban village many years ago, and then the son graduated and stayed in Beijing, and the family moved to Beijing. The aunt was originally doing farm work in Qujing's hometown, and her brother felt that it was very troublesome to collect rent back and forth to Kunming, so he took her and her husband to Kunming and became a second-hand landlord. His brother gave her husband a job as a restaurant cook.
Every time I leave work, at five or six o'clock, when I go back, I see that she is pulling on her two legs, wearing a green skirt, holding half a slipper that is not hooked in her left hand, and a woolen stick in her right hand, standing at the door of the rental house, shouting, ah, coming back, buying potatoes, ah, eating red beans today. When the tenant came back, he shouted at her, "The landlord is good." She also nodded, good, good, good, all good. Seeing me with August, she yelled in her voice, Ah, Wei brought her friends back today, Wei, which day to bring a boyfriend.
That day, I took August to the dark rental house where I was staying, and we made a bright meal in the dark room, and she said, "Wei, you eat, your favorite sauerkraut, and I said, Moon, you eat, your favorite chicken offal." As she spoke, she clipped the sauerkraut into my bowl and I put the chicken offal into her bowl.
Since then, she has fallen in love with the sauerkraut red bean soup I cooked, the chili fried chicken offal that I fried, and in the same year, the same dish, we ate dozens of times.
Later, she always came to live with me, so she didn't go back to the village next door where she lived.
In the evening, we talked about 15 years old, talked about 18 years old, she said that the first time she came to menstruation was 13 years old, I said, I am later than you, 15 years old. She said, I know it earlier than you. Then, August talked to me about her first boyfriend, a technical schooler, 17 years old, who didn't have a bed, and what they did on the grass, she said, she didn't know anything, she was bleeding a lot, she was crying, she cried for months. I asked her, what about men, and she said that after graduation, the women in the neighboring village had bigger bellies, and then they got married in their hometown. As she said this, August looked up, her yellowish hair falling on the tattoo on the left-hand side, like a small bite, bursting.
She took out a box of cigarettes, lit one up, smoked, blew a smoke ring and spit it into my face, and then smiled badly. I said, don't smoke, girls, smoke, not good. She said, you smoke too. I said, no, I don't smoke. Then, she said, you're too well-behaved. I said, you're not bad either. She pulled on my pajamas and said, Ah, I can't see it, my breasts are still quite big, and I feel like it. I said, you really hate, look at what my chest does. She said, what are you afraid of, I won't touch you.
Then we lay flat and looked at the top of the dark wall, and she asked me, and she said, Vivi, will we be rich in the future. I said, yes, definitely. She said, Wei, I have money, I must move to the community. I said, yes, we're all going to move to the neighborhood. She said, Vivi, in the future, will we have our own house? I said, yes, we will all have our own houses.
But she forgot to ask me, Vivi, will we meet love?
Sometimes, she would pull me in and go to the nightclub on News Road. She said, Vivi, you're jumping, happy, hi. She was hi, the one that was very explosive, in jeans, right in the crowd, twisting and turning. Twist for a while, just throw me a look, twist for a while, and drag me again, Wei, come on, twist up. With that, she reached my ass and rubbed my hand again.
I'm not, very accustomed to this environment, and after a while I am in my seat and sitting. I looked at her quietly, and she looked at me with excitement. When a man came up and talked to me, she pulled me to the back and said to the man, "Do you want to drink, I'll accompany you." Later, many times, I went out with her, and she always had to help me drink more. On drinking occasions, I was right behind her.
I asked her, take me, tired or not, harm you drink so much wine. She said, not tired, just like to play with you, is to take you to play. Then she said, come on, I'll put you on makeup. I said, no, no, I'm facetious. She forced lipstick on my mouth. I wiped all the way and she laughed all the way.
We took the No. 4 bus together and she said, Vivi, I can't walk. I said, I can't walk anymore. She said, will we have a car in the future? I said, yes, we'll have a car. In order to save 1 yuan of transfer money, we walked a long way together, the heels of the white bubbles, when we could not walk, put the high heels in our hands, we sat in a row on the stone steps on the side of the road.
She helped me tie my hair, and I helped him and pulled up my skirt. Then, we brushed the rental net in Kunming together and looked at the south-facing apartment with a separate bathroom and a bay window, 1200 yuan. She said, I want a big wardrobe. I said, I want a long desk, and we, who were particularly excited and excited, held hands and went to see the room with the south-facing bay window.
Every time, at four or five o'clock, her little penguin flashed me, Wei, what to do, I want to eat the red bean soup you made, I said, then you come soon. Then we ate a lot of meals, a lot of sauerkraut red bean soup, a lot of piles of cabbage.
Later, we resigned together, then she became a clerk, I did the planning, and then later, we all resigned.
Later, in August, I went to an Internet company to do sales, and I went to a real estate company as a secretary.
She has done a good job and earned more than me, and we can finally have the luxury of occasionally, go to a hot pot, and finally go to Nanping Street. I said, don't go in, can't afford it. She said, what are you afraid of, try it and you will die. She pulled me along and circled Nanping Street one after another. Tried a lot, didn't understand, didn't hear, couldn't afford to wear the brand.
It was the day when we could first see the light, and it was also the beginning of decency, and I thought that August's life should be like this, light, decent, youth, just beginning.
But it was the most decent light in August's youth.
One day, August said, Vivi, go, let's go to see the house, I may have to move, later, I will take you to the big house to play. I said, you have money? She said, well, there's money, and she didn't tell me where the money came from. Later, I learned that he had met the man, the man who had brought her darkness.
We went to see the house together, she did not hesitate to settle down, I moved with her, she eliminated a few clothes for me, she said, Wei, these are left to you, to be more beautiful, more and more beautiful. Then he moved into the neighborhood with the man he knew in the business.
The day he left, the man, riding a motorcycle to pull her, was heard by a village, and the sound of his electric car whizzed by. Pulled twice, the first came to the clothes, the second pulled her. Then the man said to me, Wei, rest assured, I will take good care of August in the future. Then, August pulled me aside and said, Vivi, you are too bitter, you have to find a good man in the future. I smiled at her and I said, be happy and live well. She said, yes.
She just sat on her side in the man's electric car and walked with the man, waving at me as she walked.
I know, she cried, and I cried, and that day, we both cried.
After she moved over, she asked me to go to have a meal, and then when she was cooking, I don't know, why, she and the man quarreled, and the man, smashed the kitchen bowl, smashed it into a mess, and then, yelling at August. I went up to persuade him, and then the man, who was particularly unhappy, pointed at me. In August, afraid that he would hit me, he pulled me and sent me out the door.
After that, August did not come to see me for a long time, and I still lived in the dark house in the village.
A month later, in August, I was messaged saying, "Vivi, I may be pregnant, and I'm going back to my hometown to get married." I asked her over and over again, August, have you thought about it? Have you really thought about it? Are you really going to get married so early? She said, yes, think about it, he is still good to me, but his temper is sometimes bigger. I said, well, you've thought about it, and I can only bless you. That day, I hung up the phone first.
A month later, August actually quit his job and went back to his hometown with the man to marry. There was no dowry, no honeymoon, they went to the small shop in the town, took five or six photos, and in August they followed him like that, got a license, and gave birth to a baby.
On the day they got married, I didn't go because I was poor, I didn't have money for the road, I didn't have the money to go with the gifts.
I sent her a message, August, you want to be happy, sorry, Wei can't accompany you, even a share of money can't give you more. She said, Vivi, it's also very happy not to give me, hearing your call, we will all be fine, right.
After getting married, for a while, she didn't tell me how it was going, only, one night, suddenly called me, cried, tore my heart out, asked her, she didn't say anything, and then, hung up the phone.
After getting married, about a year later, she told me that she had a daughter, and I said, "Daughter is good, daughter is a little cotton jacket." Then, she was happy.
I thought that she would live well, and the days would pass without hurry, so I changed jobs and moved from Xishan District to Guandu District.
The second year after marriage, when the child was about 1 year old, I suddenly received a strange phone call, it was August. She said, Vivi, I'm probably going to get a divorce, and he hit me, many times, on the face, on the body. I thought, for the sake of the kids, to get by, but he didn't go to work and spent all my savings from when I got married. When the child was half a year old, he beat him, and I couldn't see it at all, he was such a person.
August didn't cry, I asked her, are you ready? Really can't get by. She said, yes, think about it. Then, in August, I asked me to help her write the divorce agreement, because considering the man's lack of responsibility, the child was fully raised by the man until he graduated from college at the age of 22, the woman did not bear the maintenance, had the right to visit, and the woman was out of the house.
Later, in August, she put the child in the custody of her parents, and then told me that she was going to Zhejiang to work. Then the day I passed through Kunming, she didn't look for me, sent me a message, said, Wei, I'm passing through your city, I'm at the airport, you don't come over, I want to go out to another city alone and adjust myself back. When I come back, I will come to Kunming to find you.
In August, she married and divorced the man who rode the electric, with scars, went to the factory in Zhejiang, and for more than 3 years, she would call from time to time and tell me what she did, whether it was hot in Zhejiang, and then in the winter, she asked me, Wei, the seagulls of Cuihu Lake flew again. I said, yes, I'll wait for you to come back, and we'll go to Green Lake together to feed the seagulls, with your daughter.
In the 4th year, August came back, she said, Wei, I'm going back to Kunming, I said, come back, we're all here. Then, she really came back, she said, settle in, and come to me.
Again, to see her, last year, August, it was 5 years later, she came up from the county seat to Kunming, she said, Wei, miss you. I said, Moon, I miss you too. I'm still single and not married. We were in a café in town, and she showed me the circle of friends, and her daughter would run.
When she talked about her daughter, she had tears in her eyes, unconsciously picked up a tissue in her hand, and then smiled silly at me.
I said, what do you want to eat, we invariably said, Wenlin Street that sour and spicy powder, especially delicious, plus a garden West Road pig's trotters.
She said she was going to be sharp. I said, I want to be round.
That night, none of us went back to the rental house, and in August we opened a room with a double bed, 2.2 meters, the most expensive kind.
We were lying naked on that bed, and she said, Vivi, you see, this is the scar that I had from the year I gave birth to my daughter, and I said, August, you see, this is, the mark of my surgery the year before.
I touched her scar, she touched my scar, and then we both said, don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt, it's all over.
In August, another cigarette was lit, and the smoke ring was floating in the house, and I said to her, girls smoke less. She said, Vivi, you're too well-behaved.
She said, Wei, remember, we were poor, very poor, the kind of rent is almost gone, the kind of food can not eat.
I said, remember, I'll entertain you with a bunch of little cabbage for a dollar.
Unfortunately, for many years, when I ate 100 pieces of a steak, she wasn't with me. During the days when she was in the most pain, I wasn't around her.
But I know that I am in her heart and she is in my heart.
Later, we finally moved to the community room, which can live in a room for hundreds of nights, lie in bed and order the 20-year-old, favorite to eat the bowl of 10 yuan of chutney powder, takeaway.
It's just that none of us have a house of our own.
I thought, there will be, isn't there, there will be...
August, be good, Wei, be good...
Everything will pass, everything will be fine...
Those years, those sorrows, those poverty...
All poverty will become stories, and all suffering will become a thing of the past.
Author: Vivian, Yunnan
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