a meal

An Zhenhui poured out a pot of dirty water with vegetable leaves and oily stars outside, and when she looked up, she saw the gloomy sky in Jiangcheng.She was only stunned for a second, and quickly pushed her forehead hair behind her ears with one hand, the basin had been switched to her left hand, and the right hand had already wiped the red-bottomed and peeled-off paint on the table.

She walked into the house.

The house is not so much a house as a shack.The four walls are made of masonry and concrete, and the color of the inside and outside can no longer be distinguished. Through the advertisements for gonorrhea and syphilis that have not been completely torn off, one can vaguely guess that the wall was originally white.The roof is a "cooperative product" made up of half cement tiles and half corrugated boards.If they don't cooperate someday, don't think about what it will be like.

The house is divided into two halves, the outer room is the fireworks stove for making a living, and the inner room is naturally the place to sleep at night.There is no cover for the two compartments, but there is a missing door frame standing there, and they can look at each other blatantly.

An Zhenhui took out a bowl of noodles from the stove, and picked out a pair of chopsticks from the plastic bucket, and gave them to the person in the room.

That person, that person is the root cause of An Zhenhui's restlessness these past few days. It would be too ridiculous to talk about an adventure.

At this moment, An Zhenhui was sitting opposite that person, watching her gobble up a bowl of Yangchun noodles lacking in salt and ingredients.That person was Ruan Xiuhu, her "sister", "Ga Huo" and "Ban Dang", or "Tong Comb" in older terms, and "La La Companion" and "Tong□□Ren" in trendy terms.

It's been like this for half a month, since half a month ago... An Zhenhui looked at the person in front of her, and couldn't help frowning again, thinking of that rainy night.

That night was Friday, and it started to rain in the evening. It was a weekend break, and the migrant workers on the construction site also left early, sparsely, and bought food early in the morning and hid in the temporary house.After cleaning up the scattered diners, An Zhenhui secretly sighed unlucky, then quickened the movements of her hands, and quickly cleaned up the dishes.

She wants to take advantage of the morning to go to the People's Hospital.

When she came out of the hospital, she asked the child to follow her.The child was dressed in white, which was drenched inside and out from the rain, and he couldn't tell what style it was, but it looked like the exercise clothes worn by old ladies doing morning exercises.An Zhenhui originally didn't want to care about her, she had the two words the doctor gave her coldly in her heart, and she didn't even want to care about her.

She followed An Zhenhui all the way, followed her on the No. 5 bus, and followed her through the Qiao's alley to the Xing'an Development Zone where the sewage was flowing everywhere.

Before entering the house, An Zhenhui couldn't hold her breath anymore, she turned her head and stared at the child with her hips on her hips.The little girl was sixteen or seventeen years old, her hair covered her face, and she couldn't see clearly.An Zhenhui suddenly looked at the sky suspiciously, but luckily it wasn't completely dark, so she didn't see a ghost.

She held up the umbrella and went forward, "Hey!" Pushing the girl's hair away with one hand, "Why are you following me?"

The girl didn't speak, but the way she looked at her was completely wrong, the pair of watery eyeballs seemed to be soaked by rain, or the pouring rain was for the girl's tears, In an instant, An Zhenhui read a kind of familiar grief and grievance from her eyes, a kind of friendship accumulated after years of beatings by the sun, moon and wind and rain.

For unknown reasons, it flowed towards her, which really made her feel dull.

An Zhenhui, who had never read a book, suddenly seemed to have countless words flowing in her heart, and her unspeakable feelings were beyond words.

The rain kept falling, and it seemed as if there were only the two of them in the world, as if they had been standing opposite each other for an untold number of lifetimes.

As for what happened later, it was even more unbelievably cruel.An Zhenhui invited Xiuhu into the house and warmed her up a bowl of porridge left over from the stove. Xiuhu looked at the bowl of porridge again and again, as if she was not hungry.After a long time, at least after eating, after eating, that happened.

All of this, to An Zhenhui, was like a dream.

She is not young anymore.Thirty Lang was nearly forty years old, with no money, no family, and no relatives.Appearance is even more out of the question.Although she used to be beautiful, now her face is full of wind and frost, wrinkles are born prematurely, she is exposed to the fireworks of the world every day, she has oily hair but no powdery face, her skin has long been loose and no longer fair, her breasts are drooping, and her face is hard to show.Based on these, why did she make Xiuhu fall in love with her?

But based on these, can she and Ruan Xiuhu live a life of groping around with peace of mind?

An Zhenhui was naturally entangled in various ways, and suddenly thought of the medical certificate in her bag, so she sneered and felt relieved.

She felt that for people like them, life was never how to live, but just live, live.

When she was in a trance, Xiuhu had already finished eating.She passed by her, and the sound of washing dishes was heard from outside.

"Ah!" An Zhenhui sighed wearily, and threw herself on the bed.

"Tired?" Xiuhu's voice came from behind her, she turned her face, Xiuhu's pretty ridiculous face smiled at her, and a chicken pecking rice kiss fell down.

"Don't... there are people outside." She nervously refused.

Xiuhu refused, and took a step closer, "It's just a human being."

Yes, but people.

An Zhenhui laughed wantonly, and Xiuhu's hands became restless on An Zhenhui's body.

Done.

The moonlight entered the room, accompanied by a faint panting.

An Zhenhui spoke inappropriately, "I want to tell you something..."

"Hmph!" Ruan Xiuhu tugged at the quilt, turned around, and said with her back to her, "I know what you're going to say."

silence.

An Zhenhui felt that her tongue was about to become fine, no matter how hard she suppressed it, it moved its lips and tongue without authorization, and forced out words: "We still have to live this life. Besides, the boss didn't say anything." Out of the ordinary, he just wants to invite you to dinner..."

"Have a meal? What are you going to do after having a meal!" Xiuhu got up with the quilt uncovered, there was no light in the room, and the mercury-like moonlight shone on her youthful and beautiful body, making An Zhenhui dazzled.

She wasn't at peace either, but she didn't know what it was that was constantly clamoring in her chest.It's just that as time passed inch by inch, the words that came out of her mouth became less and less like the words in her heart.Going in the opposite direction, let alone explaining it.

At this moment, Ruan Xiuhu was completely cold.

She thought, she thought a lot... After all, she just smiled and didn't say much.

"Sleeping," she said.

Wrapping herself tightly with the quilt, she heard An Zhenhui sigh again, and also rested.At the same time, she also heard this life, the chirping and chirping of the June sky outside the window, which was no different from the previous life; she could smell the fishy smell of the rain that had not dissipated and the oily smoke floating in the house; she could also feel The cotton wool under her hands is soft in the thin quilt; she thought, if she leaned out the window at this moment, she would be able to see the moonlight in ancient times, illuminating her incomplete dream now.

She thought about it for a long time... thinking that she would rather sleep.

The sound of pounding garlic "dong dong, dong dong" awakened An Zhenhui's meditation.

She put down the garlic pestle, unconsciously wiped her flour-stained hands back and forth on the apron, and suddenly came to her senses, lowered her head and slowly closed her out-of-focus eyes.She saw two drops of blood fall on the chopping board, one disappeared into the garlic paste along the edge of the stone mortar, and the other fell panickedly into the flour, and disappeared again.

As if just trying to figure out what happened, she covered her nose with one hand, and went to look for rice paper and rags.

After An Zhenhui settled down and listened to everything, she felt dizzy for a while, so she sat down on the stool at the entrance of the noodle stall, only to realize that Xiuhu was not at home, but fortunately, Xiuhu was not at home.

She felt like she was dying.

She covered her distorted face with one hand, and choked out in pain, with blue veins stretched out on her forehead.

No one cares, and there is only a breeze in front of and behind.

She trembled alone for a long while, before letting out a long breath, and pressing her eyes deeply again.After a while, at least he suppressed the cloud and rain on his face.

The car rumbled.

He was dressed in a bright suit and had a spring breeze on his face. As soon as he arrived, An Zhenhui stuffed a bucket of imported candy into the hands of An Zhenhui who was squatting on the ground, and patted Zhenhui's shoulder with one hand and said, "Hey, are you okay?"

An Zhenhui glanced at him with a frown, snorted angrily, but smiled.She unceremoniously opened the lid, peeled off a piece of candy and stuffed it into her mouth. The glass candy imported from France tasted hot and sour, but it was not disgusting.

He's not evil either.An Zhenhui thought.

The Yan Feisheng she knew was a good boss to the workers, so the migrant workers said.

So when he wandered around his noodle stall for three or five days, and finally confessed his crimson thoughts to her, An Zhenhui didn't immediately scoop up the bubbling boiling water in the pot to pour him over.At that moment, she was probably more willing to believe because of her numbness to the world and her despair of herself.It is believed that he is not a prodigal son who is greedy for appearance, but a genuine interest in Xiuhu, and a obsessive love is derived from it.

That way she can feel more at ease.

"Is it delicious?" He took a deep look at Zhenhui, held up his hands, and walked around the noodle shop, so he chose a place to sit down carelessly, and suddenly turned around and said, "Give me a bowl of noodles! Two eggs!"

It wasn't time for dinner at this time, and there was no other guest except Yan Feisheng, and he wasn't here to be a guest either.An Zhenhui was a little displeased, "You are a big boss, why come to eat at a small restaurant like ours. She is not at home, so you should go."

"Did you tell her?" He cast an enthusiastic look.

An Zhenhui: "I said it."

Yan Feisheng: "Then here's a bowl of noodles."

An Zhenhui couldn't help it, so she got up to make noodles for him.

When a bowl of hot tomato and egg noodles was placed in front of Yan Feisheng's eyes, Xiuhu came back.

Xiuhu was carrying a canvas bag full of vegetables, a few strands of hair were pasted on her slightly sweaty cheeks, her smooth skin was full of youthful vigor, her almond eyes were looking at Zhenhui, and she wanted to show off her face. smiley.Who would have thought that he would see Yan Feisheng in the blink of an eye.

An Zhenhui also made noodles for him.

She even made noodles for him!

Ruan Xiuhu's anger immediately burned from the soles of her feet to her hair, she threw her bag on the table angrily, and ran back into the house as if she wanted to stomp the ground through.

The two looked at each other, and Yan Feisheng showed an embarrassed face with a smile, "I really just want to invite her to dinner..."

"Get out of here." An Zhenhui muttered in a low voice, and hurriedly followed into the room.

The scene in the house seemed to be brewing with an undercurrent.

Ruan Xiuhu was facing the window, and Zhen Hui who simply followed in could only see her silhouette outlined by white light.

Ruan Xiuhu: "Do you have to go?"

"It's fine if you don't go..." An Zhenhui hesitated, "But he said he just wanted to have dinner with you, nothing else..."

Ruan Xiuhu sneered.

"Just this time." She inhaled, her voice sounded like she was crying.

She remembered that in the long past, she still had nothing to do with An Zhenhui, she promised her again and again, and then compromised.She had already seen how infatuated with all kinds of twists and turns in the world.

She was turning around and staring at An Zhenhui.An Zhenhui also looked at her.She was appalled by Xiuhu, but Xiuhu's eyes were piercing, and there was a cool look in her eyes.

An Zhenhui thought that Xiuhu might be really angry.Be angry, though.If one day Xiuhu is the only one left, what should I do with her?

She is still so young, and her background is still so pitiful.

Xiuhu carried her satchel, and walked past An Zhenhui without looking back, causing a gust of wind.

Zhenhui stood there quietly until she heard the sound of the car engine starting, she stood there for a long time.Finally, she let out a sigh of relief slowly.Then she coughed violently, causing her limbs to tremble and tears to flow.

Then, just like she was in the outside room just now, she skillfully grabbed the rice paper and wiped off the black blood on her face and hands.A series of movements were skillful and quiet, as if he had accepted everything clearly.

It's all right.

An Zhenhui fell down slowly along the bed.She felt very tired, very tired; she felt that she might be in the past few days.

Unconsciously, I cleared my throat with tears.She suddenly laughed, as if she had discovered something interesting.

The twilight was like a nightmare, and the room was eerily quiet.If you pay attention carefully, you can clearly hear An Zhenhui's voice talking to herself: "In the past 30 years, I have lived so long that my tears have learned to flow inwardly. I am alive or in a dream. I can't tell the difference..."

After that, An Zhenhui fell into endless dreams.