Feminism and donkeys

The town is not big, and the road is very narrow, so she found the grocery store after turning around.

Qingxuan was in the middle of the street, and she saw Zhimai from a long distance away. Under the dim light, she was confronting and arguing with another man, using the local dialect.

The man looked like he was in his 50s, his chest heaved greatly, he was gnashing his teeth angrily, and he was tearing his throat and roaring, growling louder and louder.

Troublesome people come out of poor mountains and rivers, this is the truth that men have insisted on all their lives. The louder their voices and the more ferocious their expressions, the more they can overwhelm women.

But Zhimai didn't flinch, she protected a gray-haired woman behind her, her eyes widened, and she argued hard.

Qingxuan quickly understood the relationship between these three people, she no longer hesitated, and stepped forward quickly.

Before she stepped forward to stop the man who seemed to be so angry that he was about to strike, the woman behind Zhimai suddenly moved, and she slapped Zhimai backhand.

"How did you talk to your dad!"

For some reason, Qingxuan understood this sentence, and she stopped, only one street away from Zhimai.

The air froze for a few seconds.

Zhimai froze in place, her brain buzzing from the beating.

She turned her head very slowly, looked at her mother in disbelief, and her eyes immediately gathered water.

In an instant, like telepathy, she saw Qingxuan opposite, and the two looked at each other across the street.

The memory of being stripped naked 20 years ago surged like a tide. The same place, what a coincidence.

It seems that every embarrassment will be exposed under the eyes of others.

Seen by Qingxuan, Zhimai wanted to die more than ever.

Ever since she was a child, how much she wanted to have a decent and elegant parent like Qingxuan who would never resort to violence against her.

Why let her see such an unbearable self, as if she was torn apart abruptly, and the blood and flesh were displayed in front of Qingxuan, making her feel ashamed.

Shame and shame, but she can't cry, she is no longer that child who can only beg for mercy.

Zhimai wiped his eyes, looked at the man and woman in front of him, lowered his head with slumped shoulders, and then laughed maniacally: "Hahaha, what kind of pot should match what kind of cover, there can't be two kinds of people sleeping in the same bed."

The woman was struck by lightning when she heard the words, and then her whole body trembled visible to the naked eye.

Qingxuan secretly thought that it was not good, he strode up to the woman, stood in front of Zhimai, and grabbed her raised hand.

"What are you? How dare you meddle in our family's business." The man stretched his neck and roared at Qingxuan, his expression twisted.

Qingxuan frowned, obviously not understanding, but she guessed that it should not be a good word, she shouted violently: "You are not like your parents."

On the other hand, Zhimai sneered, stopped reviewing the farce, put on his coat and left without looking back.

This was the most violent dispute Zhimai had with her father since she could remember.

The man was getting older and his gambling addiction was getting bigger and bigger, and all the money Zhimai gave him was lost.

This time, he wanted to keep taking money from the shop.

But this is the money for the purchase.He took it, what will happen to my younger brother's tuition next year?

Since mother can't stop it, then she will stop it.

The man said that he didn't use it for gambling. He "boarded" the money with his friends and he would definitely succeed.

But this is obviously another form of gambling.

The two mothers had exhausted their good words, no matter how much they tried to persuade him, they would not listen, and there was no way for the two parties to communicate.

"All of you are looking down on me, and you don't believe that I can succeed this time!"

The man was impatient. Although he still had nothing at this age, he still fantasized about flexing his muscles and making a career that would impress everyone.

"Success?" Zhimai seemed to have heard some joke. Every time, every time he took money from his family, he looked like he was aggrieved and everyone owed him, but everything ended in nothing.

"If you can really succeed, you won't have to eat soft food for decades!"

When scolding a man, the first object is definitely a woman.

After many years, her mother beat her again on the street.

Husband and wife are one body, the husband can only be cared for and loved by his wife, no matter how useless he is, he is also her sweetheart and darling, and no one else can say anything about it.

Even if weaving wheat is for her own good, she will not hesitate to choose to defend her husband and backstab her daughter.

This farce ended with Zhimai's departure.

Qingxuan followed behind Zhimai, hesitating for a long time before she dared to catch up and hold Zhimai's hand.

Zhimai's hand was cold, Qingxuan just wanted to put it to his mouth to take a sip of warm air and rub it, Zhimai turned around suddenly, pulled her towards him forcefully, pressed the back of the other's head and kissed her deeply.

The south is very warm, there is no snow, and the evening wind is gloomy and clammy.

Their tongues were intertwined, and when the cold wind blew, they were so hot that they seemed to melt.

Invasion, capture, Zhimai is devouring everything, searching everything in Qingxuan's mouth, licking her gums and inner wall one by one, sucking her tongue.

Qingxuan was short of breath, and quickly held Zhimai's face, gradually deepening the kiss.

She felt her chin warm and cool, and opened her eyes, and it turned out that Zhimai's tears were streaming down her face.

Zhimai's eyebrows were twitched at the moment, his eyes were red, and he looked at her resolutely.

She suddenly pushed Qingxuan aside, with great force, and said viciously: "What are you doing here?"

Inferiority is inherited. In front of Qingxuan, Zhimai felt unprecedented inferiority and cramped like his father.

Zhimai is very sad, she will look down upon such an ugly and disgusting thing by chance.

Qingxuan felt a little funny when he heard that, how come she didn't recognize anyone after kissing, just like a scumbag who left after putting on her pants.

From her point of view, Junior Sister is like a small animal that has just fallen into a trap. She looks pitiful and helpless. She is clearly scarred, but she has thorns erected all over her body, wary of anyone approaching.

So fragile it hurts.

"I'll take you home." Qingxuan stretched out his hand, palm facing up.

silent.

The street lights were dim, and occasionally two flying insects chased the lampshade to absorb the warmth.

After about ten minutes, two lines of tears flowed down Zhimai's eyes.She turned her head, sniffed, and handed Qingxuan her hand.

It's really a little tabby cat, Qingxuan sighed, and gently wiped Zhimai's face with his hands.How painful it must be for tears to slide across the skin in such a cold winter.

Zhimai couldn't help it later, and went through the messages sent by Qingxuan one by one.

She believed that the explanation was true. Between Xunhui and her, Qingxuan chose herself, otherwise no one would send voice messages every day, apologizing.

But Zhimai ignored her on purpose. This is the first time that Qingxuan has said so many sweet words since we have known each other for so long. She wants to act like a baby.

Qingxuan was blowing Zhimai's hair in the hotel room, his movements were gentle, and neither of them spoke.

Zhimai didn't know where to start from the embarrassing and deformed growth environment that was unspeakable.

Now, she feels as if she has become the stupidest goose again, and the maturity and sophistication of her [-]th year have disappeared without a trace.

The family is her wound that never scabs, it bleeds and hurts at the slightest touch.

No one can lie to herself for a lifetime, and she is an outsider in this family.

According to my mother's shrewdness, if she wanted to hide the money, her father would never find it. In fact, she didn't want to stop it at all.

"Hahahaha, I'm just pretending to be sentimental." Zhimai buried herself in Qingxuan's arms and laughed until she burst into tears.

"They are a family, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, heh, what am I to intervene?"

What is right and wrong about quarreling? It's basically a couple flirting. Why should she meddle in other people's business? Is she worthy?

Qingxuan didn't make a sound, kissed the top of her head, wiped away her tears silently, listened to her telling about the first half of her life, sometimes sobbing and weeping, sometimes crying and laughing, and more frantically asking fate why.

"Senior sister, can you get a new life by abandoning everything?" Zhi Maicong raised his head and asked her, his eyes were as clear as a child's.

Qingxuan doesn't know, because no one can completely abandon the past.

From the past to the present, everything that a person experiences every minute and every second shapes the current self. If a part is taken away, is she still her.

"can."

Qingxuan put a kiss on Zhimai's forehead.

Zhimai closed her eyes, leaned against her and fell into a deep sleep, a tear fell from her eye.