Lan Juan

Lan Juan always gives me the impression of summer, when I meet her in the hallway of the health center where the fans are screaming, the half-damaged watermelon on the table in summer, the sticky and refreshing old popsicles in summer, and moving house, it seems that it is mostly In the summer.

Half a year later, I went to high school, and Lan Juan took me to move, which was closer to my high school.She didn't introspect while I was crying, her changes were subtle, there were fewer men coming in and out, and Zhang Jiqiang also came in less, and it was only me and her left in the yard.

At that time, I thought about the relationship between men and women, and felt that men are like mud and women are like flowers. I naturally appreciate and like flowers, but flowers are always inseparable from mud.

When Lan Juan and I were together, they were like two flowers that had left the soil, without the barrier of the soil, I got closer to her, and sometimes cuddled together, but I was always worried that she would die because of lack of nutrients .

I'm not afraid, I'm still a flower bud, and I haven't reached the day when I need soil to nourish me.

Now I think that the soil is a man, but the nutrients in the soil may not be. They may also be some deep-rooted, some conventions, some visions. Only with them can women survive.

At that time, I was half-grown, but my relationship with Lanjuan was like back to when I was a child. Sometimes I would speak soft words. I was afraid when I heard ghost stories told by male classmates at school, so I borrowed some money to save some electric fans and electricity bills. Because of this, she and Lan Juan squeezed into the same bed.

During the dog days, she would move the summer mat to the yard, and I would lie side by side with her, wearing a breathable cotton silk dress, and she would shake the old cattail fan and teach me which way to look to see the shooting star.I usually can't wait for the shooting star, because I am always attracted by the Coke she has in hand. I finish a bottle with a straw in two or three strokes, and then pull the slippers to return the bottle in the alley.

There was a ten-cent deposit, which I kept by myself, and Lan Juan didn't mention me.

She would only talk about my mother when she was drinking Coke, but she would only say a few words, such as your mother likes to wear dark skirts, and then she would stop talking about it.

In the afternoon of the summer vacation, I wore a nightgown to wash my hair in the yard. The skirt was modified from Lanjuan’s. The two suspenders were cut off, and I tied a knot on the shoulder so that the length could be shorter.But the knots were often not secure, and they fell apart when I washed my hair. I called Lan Juan in a panic, twisted my hair and squinted my eyes to see her running out.

I bowed my waist, and she smiled and re-fastened my shoulder straps, but her hands shook deliberately, and she made a movement of looking at my chest.

At that time, I had grown up and knew how to be shy, so I pushed her anxiously: "Lan Juan, you are shameless!"

She was still smiling, as if I wasn't scolding her, An An tied it up for me calmly, and began to wipe my head with the veil again.

But I didn't speak any more, I felt inferior at that time, I don't know if she had seen it, but I had seen her, she was very good-looking, and her curves were round and delicate.

After I washed my hair, I went out to buy a Coke. When I came back, I saw a young man coming out of Lanjuan's room wiping his sweat. He nodded and greeted me, washed his hands in the yard where I washed my hair, and left.

When Lan Juan brought the food to the table, she also told me to wash my hands. I didn't want to wash, so I kicked the stool away and sat down.

She glanced at me, wiped her hands on the apron twice, and sat down to pick up vegetables.I looked up at her lips, bright red but no lipstick, I don't know where it was left.I was suddenly very sad, my mother is a very good woman, so I always wanted to stand upright and decent, but Lan Juan always swept my dignity to the ground, turning me from a phoenix into a nest pheasant.

I felt rebellious, I thought she was dirty, and I didn't want to eat the food she picked up, and in the end I couldn't even swallow the food.

Lan Juan stared at me, hit my hand with chopsticks, and asked me, "What are you doing!"

What are you doing, I want to talk back.You promised me.

Before I could speak, she said again: "The electric fan repairer!"

I looked up at her, her eyes seemed to be more sincere, and even showed some kindness, she said: "Really!"

I always remember her "really", and only at this time her appearance is so real.

As autumn was approaching, Zhang Jiqiang came again, begging Lan Juan not to divorce him.

Only then did I know that the divorce between Lan Juan and Zhang Jiqiang had been going on for more than half a year.Lan Juan wanted to divorce, but she had to file a bill with the organization, but the organization refused because Zhang Jiqiang said that his marriage with Lan Juan had not broken down, so the organization went to the street for mediation. I recruited him and asked him to talk to Lan Juan.

Zhang Jiqiang stopped smoking this time, and was wearing a light jacket, sitting in the living room rubbing his hands, his hands were very dry, and there were lines and lines when he rubbed them, he lowered his head, cleared his throat twice, and said, "Don't leave. "

Zhang Jiqiang, who doesn't smoke, looks like an honest man, especially when the setting sun in autumn comes in from the window, which seems to set him up as a tender background.

Lan Juan, on the other hand, became determined after eating the weight, and she refused to let go. Zhang Jiqiang wanted to have an attack, but he seemed to think that it was unreasonable to have an attack in front of the child, so he left after swearing.

Lan Juan was drying clothes as usual, and I sat on a bench beside her and asked her why she wanted a divorce.

"I can't go on," she said.

I think that although Zhang Jiqiang is a bastard, he treated her well. He listened to the gossip and didn't hit her.In particular, I was very worried about how I would live on if I divorced again with Lan Juan's reputation; from my selfish point of view, Zhang Jiqiang didn't come back a few times, and I was very comfortable getting along with Lan Juan. If I find another man and stay at home every day, I will be very embarrassed.

So I also advised her: "Don't leave."

She looked back at me and said what do you know.

So I thought about it carefully, and felt a little guilty. I really shouldn't influence Lan Juan's marriage because of my selfishness. As for her reputation, she is already so bad, it doesn't matter how bad it is.

I changed my tone in a moment: "I don't have a baby now, it's fine to leave."

Lan Juan chuckled, maybe my tone was too old-fashioned at the time.

She said: "I am on the ring, what kind of children can I have?"

I was surprised, I already knew what Shanghuan was, but I didn't understand why Lan Juan, a woman in her early thirties who was married and had no children, used birth control.

I really want to ask, does Zhang Jiqiang know? But I don't think I should ask, this is not a topic I can handle.

After all, Zhang Jiqiang is a bastard, and he became impatient after a few visits. He drank a lot of wine that night and broke into the door, breathing heavily on Lan Juan.I seemed to know what they were going to do, so I packed my schoolbag and went into the house, but Lan Juan pushed him away. Zhang Jiqiang became anxious, and put his arms around her waist to drag her to the room. I saw Lan Juan took her A stool, and threw it next to Zhang Jiqiang.

He wasn't willing to hit Zhang Jiqiang, but it finally woke him up a bit.

Lan Juan stroked her messy hair and said, "I'll sue you for messing around."

"Sue!" Zhang Jiqiang came back to his senses, took out a crumpled red ID from his pocket, threw it on the ground angrily, and shouted, "I have a ID, what are you suing me for?"

It was the first time I faced such a quarrel, and I was a little at a loss. I could only stare at the marriage certificate that was thrown to my feet.

I looked at the young Lan Juan and Zhang Jiqiang, posing squarely on the photo.Write below: Zhang Jiqiang, Zhou Wenjing.

I took another look at the photo above. The person is Lan Juan, but the name is still Zhou Wenjing.

Did Lan Juan change her name? But my mother's name is Lan Ping, and her surname is Lan, not Zhou.