Jujube

Mao Lin said early the next morning that he would take me to see gold.

On the train, I knew he was a thief and a pickpocket. After getting off the train, I learned that he had another identity—Mao Lin was a liar.

He asked me to wait outside a vegetable market. After a while, people came out in twos and threes with a vegetable basket on their arms.At this time, Mao Lin stuffed the remaining fritters into his mouth, and said to me excitedly, Come on, gold is coming towards us.

The gold in Mao Lin's mouth is actually a few elderly people who bought vegetables and returned home.But in Mao Lin's view, these elderly people are not human beings, but "gold with legs".He specifically picked these people to start with.

I saw with my own eyes that Mao Lin cheated them of the gold on their ears, necks, and fingers with a few real banknotes and a stack of white paper.He covered the real banknotes with paper, bundled them tightly into a pile, wrapped them in old newspapers and went out. When he met "sighted people", he went up to talk to them and wanted to buy their necklaces, earrings or rings.

"Oh, I lost my mother's necklace. I didn't dare to say it because I was afraid that the old man would be angry. That necklace is old and I can't buy it. It's exactly the same as yours...Old lady, I think you must be a good person with a heart of Buddha. , how about you do me a favor and sell it to me!"

—Maurin taught me this way.I said it was a lie, but he refused to admit it.How can this be called a lie?How is this a lie?He said that this is called "turning waste into treasure". It is promoted every day on TV to encourage ordinary people to engage in environmental protection. What he is doing is good deeds of environmental protection.

I have never learned, so Mao Lin often said that I was not enlightened.

"Let's go out to hang out, one is afraid of thin face and the other is afraid of stupid mouth, hey, you, both are taken!"

Mao Lin said, my only advantage is to stay, no one will take me as a liar.

But Mao Lin was very open-minded, and he said magnanimously: "The east side is not bright, the west side is bright, 360 lines, every line will be the number one." Honest?Never mind that the best liars are often the honest ones.

In addition to cheating gold, Mao Lin also sold some health care medicines to these elderly people.Of course, they are fake medicines that have no effect, but Mao Lin said: "How can you say that it is useless? Does insurance work? When you have no accident, isn't it just a piece of waste paper?"

Mao Lin said that what he sells is not "health", but "peace of mind".What is peace of mind?Priceless treasures, things that money can't buy.Now he lets the old people buy priceless treasures with money, isn't he doing good deeds every day?

It's just that people who sell peace of mind don't live in peace of mind.The place where Mao Lin does business often changes. Sometimes we set off at three o'clock in the morning to reach Mao Lin's ideal place at seven or eight o'clock.But Mao Lin didn't think it was a big deal. He was still full of enthusiasm for his career, and he always said plausibly: "As the old saying goes, 'Businessman sits in business', we are businessmen, and businessmen go everywhere! What's more, in Nanting , the ground is full of gold, after you pick it up here, go over there to pick it up..."

There is gold all over the place... It swayed in a daze, making people's eyes dazzled, and they couldn't help wondering: who saw the gold?But they all said yes.That's it.

One day, Mao Lin and I sold more than [-] bottles of medicine, and after we shared the money, Mao Lin happily treated me to a supper.In the middle of the night that night, I heard Mao Lin yelling in his dream: "I'm rich! I'm rich!" It was a dream, and I woke him up. After waking up, Mao Lin wiped the corners of his eyes and cursed: "He Damn, piss in your eyes!"

After a pause, he cursed again: "Damn it! It's still a boy peeing!" - the word "boy" was gnashing his teeth, biting hard, as if he was going to chew it up and swallow it.

In Nanting, I woke up in the middle of the night like Mao Lin when I dreamed of Lu Xinyao for the first time.I must need Lu Xinyao more physically than psychologically, so the first dream was a lustful erotic dream.

The boy pissed, dripped, ticked, ticked, and when he woke up, there were two lines of tears on his face, and his eyelids were red.Even in the dream, Lu Xinyao was still so bad, he still remembered Mei Qingqing's ass.He told me to go away again.

I rolled out of the dream, fell from Lu Xinyao's bed back to the lower bunk, took a pair of half-dry pants from the edge of the upper bunk, walked through the corridor, and ran to the public bathroom to change.

The woman next door was rubbing clothes in the sink. She raised her eyelids and looked at me. She saw something, smiled kindly, and then gave up her seat.You wash it.She walked out with the tub in her arms.The tired-looking figure seemed to be about to collapse from exhaustion, and was dragged vigorously by a pair of hands.

Maurin said she was a whore, and only a bitch's legs are limp all day long, because the bones are crisped.Only a whore can't keep her eyes open all day long, because her job is to sleep, and after sleeping with one man, she will change another.

The bitch that Mao Lin said was named Wang Chunlu. When Mao Lin and I came back at night, we could often see her squatting by the sink, sometimes rubbing clothes, sometimes washing hair.

Once, when she was washing her hair on her back, Mao Lin stared at her looming body under the wet clothes for a while, and suddenly whispered to me: "How about a bet? Believe it or not, she definitely didn't wear a bra underneath." ..."

Mao Lin's eyes shone brightly. When I said I wouldn't gamble, he said I didn't dare, because I knew I would lose if I gambled, and what he said must be right.I asked Maurin how he knew he was right.

Mao Lin smiled without answering, and winked at me mysteriously, and then I saw Wang Chunlu come out with wet hair.At this time Mao Lin also moved, he walked towards Wang Chunlu without squinting, and at the moment when he was about to pass by, he quickly reached out and attacked Wang Chunlu. ——He scratched Wang Chunlu's quivering breast.

I heard Wang Chunlu scream, and the wooden basin that I often held in my hand fell to the ground, and after Mao Lin got it, he ran away quickly.She could only curse bitterly at the empty corridor, her voice was not loud, and there were two doors poking her head out in the corridor, and she stopped as if she had no strength.

Maureen won.He proudly told me that only breastfeeding women and whores don't wear bras, because they have to breastfeed, otherwise the breasts will swell.He said that Wang Chunlu's breasts were swollen because she hadn't breastfed a man for a long time.

I don't think Maurin is right because he never wears a bra himself.

During that time, Mao Lin's business was not good. We often left early and returned late, and only sold two or three bottles of health care products throughout the day.Because he couldn't make ends meet for two consecutive months, and was almost at the end of his life, Mao Lin watched the anti-Japanese drama at night and learned the lines in it to swear.

I often fall asleep to Mao Lin's scolding, and wake up to his snoring.I am not afraid of noise, I can always fall asleep no matter how loud it is, but I am afraid of silence.

Once I woke up and didn’t hear Mao Lin’s snoring. In the dark and cramped room, my heart was pounding and I was alone beating my eardrums. I sat up from the bed and suddenly found that Mao Lin was gone.Mao Lin?Mao Lin?I call him.No one responded.

At this time, I felt a familiar fear. This kind of fear has enveloped me since I was a child. Even if I ran out of Baiquedang, its shadow was still above my head.

I thought of my brother, Lu Xinyao also gave me this kind of fear, very generously.

After a few minutes, Mao Lin opened the door and came in. I sat on the bed and stared at him blankly, which surprised Mao Lin.Mao Lin said that I reminded him of the Japanese soldier who was shot to death in the anti-Japanese drama, and he screamed strangely: "Hey! Why are you sitting up!"

He just got up at night to relieve his hand, and he woke up when he came back to see me, and suddenly felt a lot of emotion.He lay on the bed for a while, and suddenly yelled at the ceiling: "Oh! We can't go on like this! After a while, we will sell our kidneys, and when the money for the kidneys is spent, we will drink Northwest wind!"

I'm not afraid of selling my kidneys, nor of drinking northwest wind, but Mao Lin's words made me suddenly think about a question: If——if I die outside, what will happen to Lu Xinyao?

So I asked Mao Lin: "Is there a soul after death?"

Mao Lin was repeatedly chanting "If you are poor, you want to change". He only knows how poor we are, but he has no way to change it. When I interrupted him, he froze and frowned and said, "What soul? You Why ask this?"

I was immersed in my own thoughts and didn't answer Mao Lin, and then asked: "Can the soul really hold dreams?"

Mao Lin said: "How do I know? I haven't died. But I still have a soul. What if no one burns paper for me in the future?"

Burning paper?I don't want to burn paper.I thought about it for a long time, what would I say to Lu Xinyao if I dreamed of it.But can I enter his dream?I'm afraid I won't be able to get in, if his dream is full of Mei Qingqing, can I drive her away?

I know that I must not drive Mei Qingqing away.Then I will stay by his bedside and sneak in when he can't dream of Mei Qingqing, and then tell him: Don't burn paper for me, burn yourself to me.

At that time, I had already started to resent my brother. Even if I died, I would let Lu Xinyao know that I was not doing well.