Text/Nanzhuang Hermit
Synopsis:
Zhai Wei, a young editor of a magazine, whose ancestral home is in a small mountain village in Shandong, is the grandfather of his grandfather, who fled to the Great Northern Wilderness and became a member of the Guandong clan. My girlfriend Jia Qiao's hometown has always been in the Northeast, growing up on the border between the two countries, drinking water from Xinghai Lake and eating corn and sorghum, both of whom are college students. He studied literature, she studied science, began to work as an accountant in a private company, and later left to become an online anchor, although he is not an Internet celebrity, but he also has a lot of fans, and his monthly income is more than that of his boyfriend. Both of them are in their thirties, long past the legal age of marriage, but the hateful house has caused trouble......
(This work is fictional, and any similarities are purely coincidental.) ）
Four
"Madam, I'll make you a bowl of lotus seed soup, and you can drink it while it's hot. Wang Bao stood at the head of Qiwen's bed and begged the hostess softly.
"I don't want to drink it, you can take it down!" Qiwen turned his face with difficulty, and the original skin was like clotted fat, white, and tender face suddenly became haggard, shriveled, lost its charm, and lost its luster.
Wang Bao begged again with a heartache: "Madam, you haven't eaten or drunk for a few days, if you continue like this, you will not be able to bear it, are people iron rice or steel, please drink some porridge." ”
"Wang Bao! My heart is blocked, and I have no appetite at all. ”
"Things have happened, you have to open some, if your body collapses, how can you go to Taiwan to reunite with the eldest young master, so that the next person can't explain to the old lady Xiao and the eldest young master." ”
Qiwen listened to Wang Bao's persuasion, and felt that there seemed to be some truth: "Put it on the table first, I'll get up and drink it in a while, you go and get busy!"
"Oh, then I'll put it on the table and bring you some water to wash your face, and drink it while it's hot." With that, he turned and walked out the door.
"Wang Bao!"
"What do you have to say, Madame? ”
"What's going on outside?"
"Back to Mrs., the street can be lively, the citizens beat gongs, drums and twist Yangge to march on the street to celebrate the liberation of Fodao City, the people are the masters of the country. The People's Liberation Army also helped the people clean up their houses that had been destroyed by shells, and shops gradually opened..... "Wang Bao told everything he had seen and heard.
Qiwen was silent. Looking at the sunlight outside the house, after a moment of silence and a little thought, the way of the world has changed: "The war has passed, and the people can live and work in peace and contentment." "Qiwen was born in a scholarly family and is knowledgeable.
"Madam, what are you talking about?" Wang Bao seemed to understand half of it, and the other half was still in the casserole.
Qiwen reminded: "Wang Bao, remember, from today onwards, you can no longer call me Mrs. ”
Wang Bao asked puzzledly, "Why?"
Qiwen sighed: "Slowly you will understand." ”
Wang Bao continued to ask, "What's that called Mrs.?"
Qiwen thought for a while: "I'm older than you, so you can call me sister!"
When Wang Bao was fifteen years old, he fled to the city due to a flood in his hometown, and when he was desperate, he was taken in by the Xiao family and worked as a servant for ten years. In the past ten years, the relationship between master and servant has been very harmonious, especially Qiwen is really like a sister to him, he has long had this idea and wanted to recognize her as a sister, but because the relationship between master and servant is difficult to speak, hearing what his wife said, he nodded excitedly: "Okay, okay, old okay, too ....... That's not right, Sister Wen. ”
"Hey!"
"Sister Qiwen, the porridge is cold, I'll go and heat it up." Wang Bao picked up the bowl and went to the kitchen.
"Wang Bao, don't heat it, I'll ....... it right away" The words behind him didn't slip out of his mouth yet, and the person disappeared.
In less than half an hour, Wang Bao brought the lotus seed soup and breakfast to Qiwen, and Qiwen drank it slowly with a small spoon: "Wang Bao! ”
Wang Bao didn't dare to slack off: "Sister Wen, I'll do it immediately." ”
Zhai Wei gradually entered the play with the plot.
"Sister Qiwen! The situation has changed again, I just went out, I didn't go far, I met the two PLA soldiers who came to my house a few days ago, and they said, 'You can live in those two houses first, and wait for the head of the Military Control Commission to meet and study them.' "Sister, we don't have to move yet. Wang Bao told Qiwen excitedly and eagerly.
"Oh, that's right, let's wait. In this way, you hurry back to the countryside and report that you are safe, the city is peaceful, and if he is willing, take him back. But remember, don't mention it in advance when Schott goes to Taiwan, if the old man asks, he will go to Nanjing on official business. ”
"Sister Qiwen, I know, I'm leaving, what are you going to do?
"It's okay, don't worry, my sister can take care of herself, hurry up!"
"Alright!" Wang Bao drove the carriage away.
The "ring....." phone rang, and Zhai Wei picked up the phone: "Hey, hello, who are you looking for?"
"Who's looking for, you're still talking to me. ”
"Hey, it's Jia Qiao, please instruct, what's the instruction? ”
"Less poor, a friend introduced a two-handed house, not far from where I worked, built at the end of the eighties, with an area of about 60 square meters, a six-story top floor, and a price of 500,000, I think it's okay, so that you can change the background of the live broadcast, attract fans, and increase income. If you have time, let's go and see. ”
"This .....," he began.
"What this and that, whether to go or not. "The buckwheat fire started to heat up, and it reached 80 degrees.
"Listen to me, the director has just finished a meeting with us, and we are asked to work overtime to edit good works. So, I can't go right now. Well, let's go and see first, and I'll accompany you on the weekend, what do you think?"
"You're busy, go with your work. "Smack, the phone hung up, making a beeping sound.
"Good ....." Zhai Wei put down the phone helplessly and shook his head. This move was frozen in Donna's eyes, and the content of the conversation was also inseparably entered into her mind, she wanted to fight for the person she loved, and shouted in front of her editorial colleagues that she had buried her heart for a long time: I love you! But reason prevailed and she controlled her emotions in the bottom of her heart. It's really not cherished what you get, and you're in a hurry when you can't get it.
Zhai Wei didn't notice Donna's bitter love for him, he only knew that she had feelings for her. But the traditional concept imprisoned his mind, so that he closed the door of the love house very tightly, and only one person could enter. In order to avoid falling into the whirlpool of love, he politely declined her invitation several times.
Zhai Wei was so disturbed by Jia Qiao, and his heart was chaotic again, as if he had been kidnapped.
I heard from an old colleague that as long as there is a fixed unit in the city, no matter who you are, you can get a house of different sizes and areas, and I regret that I didn't work in that era. If you don't want heaven and earth, you want to be blessed.
"Zhai Wei, it's time to get off work, and everyone is gone. ”
As soon as Zhai Wei looked up, he found that the people in the office hall were gone, and only Donna and himself were left.
(To be continued)
A recent photograph of a hermit in Nanzhuang
Personal profile: Liu Base (net name: Nanzhuang Hermit), male, from Sanhe, Hebei, now lives in Jinan, Shandong, graduated from the Chinese Department of Qufu Normal University. He went to the countryside, served as a soldier, went to a military school, went through business, and worked in politics, and is now retired. Since childhood, I have liked literature, and have written blackboard newspapers, edited serial newspapers, and submitted manuscripts. He has been a citizen journalist in Jinan, a writer-in-residence, a member of the Shandong Prose Literature Association, and a member of the Jinan Writers Association in Shandong. In the past 30 years, thousands of manuscripts have been adopted by national, provincial and municipal newspapers and magazines and various literary networks, and dozens of articles have won different awards.