Chapter 19 Nineteen, women are not easy

No time to take into account this weird mood.Wang Shugang and several middle-aged men were blocking the door of the building. Could it be that he came out to look for me? "Old Wang, you are not authentic," said a man with a loud voice, "Do you have to let us all stop you at your door? What do you mean, at least give me a good word!" This tone... a usury?Wang Shugang, you can! "Director Liao also said that we are not enlightened, and that Lao Wang knows how to share the worries of the factory. What do you mean, you sell well behind our backs, how much more money can you get? They all come from the same workshop, you are not enough. Do you mean it?"

The men babbled, some were nasty, some were high-pitched and angry, and they kept saying the same thing over and over again—they were going to be laid off. Wang Shugang, a member of the "Compensation Alliance", sold them to Director Liao behind their backs, took an extra sum of money to buy out his seniority, and signed the agreement first. Throughout the whole process, Wang Shugang remained silent, without saying a word. It was hard to imagine how forbearing a strong and irritable person like him was at this moment.I guessed that he had no time to be distracted, so he poked his head out slightly, and saw a few men talking and talking, and they were already walking away from the door of the building.Seeing the opportunity, I pinched my nose and stood on tiptoe, and rushed into the opening of the building from behind them. I rushed upstairs in three steps and two steps, and took out the key I had taken from Wang Haifeng's change cabinet in advance, trembling. open the door.

The door opened from the inside.Wang Haifeng felt relieved when he saw me. "Come in quickly. Mom went to the morning market, and Dad went to buy newspapers. I thought you were still asleep. Come in quickly!" I did crawl back to the room, took off my clothes and shrank back under the quilt, shaking all over. "Where have you been?" Wang Haifeng walked in, carrying a thermos to fill up the water glass on my bedside table.I remembered that it was because of the glass of water that I swallowed slowly that I was bewitched in the middle of the night and went to Ming'an Street regardless.

The easiest way to answer a question is to ask a new one. "Wang Shu... our dad is going to be laid off?" Wang Haifeng was taken aback for a moment, and looked away unnaturally: "How do you know?" "A group of men downstairs gathered around him to ask for an explanation, I heard it." Wang Haifeng was anxious to go downstairs to help his father, but I stopped him.Just kidding, Wang Shugang's physique and output ability are almost at the MT (main tank) level. Those little chick boys, Wang Shu can wipe out the group with just one ult. I have no sympathy for Wang Shugang.I've been beaten up three times by this fat man, and I'm not cheap.But he is the pillar of the family, what will happen to Wang Pingping if he is laid off?Being Wang Pingping is miserable enough, but I still want to continue to be a beggar Wang Pingping, I don't accept it!

When I thought about the issue of livelihood, I sat up straight, and was pushed back by Wang Haifeng. "Don't worry about it, don't worry, even if your parents are retired now, brother can afford you!" "Don't fuck me up," I waved my hand, "How much savings does our family have? How much compensation did our dad get? Has he found a new job? Brother, how much is your monthly salary? This house belongs to our own family, right? , isn’t it a public house? You have to pay another sum of money to buy out the public house. It’s too much trouble. Hey, yes, there’s only Wang Shu, ah bah, my dad is laid off, is my mother okay?…”

Wang Haifeng stared at me blankly, closed his mouth after a long time, and without answering anything, he rubbed my hair and threw down an original manuscript on my quilt. "Two days ago, I promised you to write down our family's affairs. I wrote a little bit first. You can see. My father didn't even tell me about the layoff, and my mother didn't know. He secretly called in the middle of the night to discuss it. What to do, I overheard you. Don't tell me." Wang Haifeng's thin body disappeared at the door of the room.I leaned against the head of the bed and reached for the thick manuscript.

"It's not easy for my mother." This is my father's catchphrase, the words are very short, but the tail is very long, stretching to the three years of natural disasters, ten years of turmoil, the death of his cowardly and incompetent father, and his second brother... In the end, it all turned into a sentence and a sigh, and then a helpless and flattering smile, facing my mother.So my mother sighed helplessly, and continued to serve that "not easy" but extremely unruly mother-in-law.Sometimes I will excuse my grandma, otherwise I would not be able to bring my four weak children out of the chaotic and disorderly era, but now it is stable, the guns have become a danger, and the blade has become a threat. The toughness that allowed her to lead the whole family to live and work has turned into an unbearable savagery.

Therefore, it is not easy for my mother. Behind every difficult woman, there are many incompetent men. I was amazed by Wang Haifeng's writing. Imagine this frail, acne-faced, naive high school drop-out student who is about to rush down when he hears his father fighting hand-to-hand downstairs, sucking enough ink for the hero pen every day on the night shift, Separated his soul from the body of "Wang Haifeng", floated in the air and looked coldly at the extremely familiar yet unfamiliar family. Perhaps he has long wanted to write it out.In just a few days, he has finished half of the manuscript paper, with very little smearing, almost in one go.I finished reading it like a novel, until drowsiness climbed up like water plants, gently pulling me into the deep sea of ​​dreams.

Before I went to school the next morning, I happened to meet Wang Haifeng who was off the night shift.I slipped the manuscript paper to him quietly. Wang Haifeng was still a little embarrassed: "I just wrote it casually. If you remember everything, I won't write it." "It's beautiful, it's really beautiful, I swear!" I held up three fingers, facing the stranger I loved the most since I returned to 2003, "Brother, your writing is so good, why don't you continue?" What about reading?" Wang Haifeng was a little embarrassed for a moment: "It's not that material. Don't embarrass your brother."

I'm afraid he can only get rid of the embarrassment in writing. "Then write it out and tell me." "——What are you doing? Don't come out yet! Go to school!" Wang Shugang was reading the newspaper at the table while drinking soy milk, and yelled at me without looking up.I hurriedly ran out of Wang Haifeng's room, followed Jiang Hongmei out, and when he closed the door, he whispered to me, Big Brother, please update. Wang Haifeng looked at me in bewilderment because of this somewhat advanced Internet slang, gradually understood, lowered his head shyly, smiled, and nodded.

I met Teng Zhen wearing a red armband again at the school gate.Before he got close, he saw me and waved to me with a smile. "Have you been beaten? It was not light. I haven't come to class for more than a week. Are you sent to the emergency room?" How did this heartless man grow up to be a handsome man who would surprise and sweeten girls with the bulk chocolates he picked up after shopping around!In the past, Xiaoye said that she found out that the school grass senior in junior high school had become a wretched uncle, and she felt overwhelmed with pain, but the reverse is also the same. Now I suspect that the adult Teng Zhen, whom I fell in love with deeply, is actually still this idiot inside. I shouldn't have bitten him in the first place, so that he wouldn't always target me, and Zhang Xiaoman wouldn't misunderstand me, let alone because of this... I didn't want to think about it, so I walked straight into the school gate, ignoring Teng Zhen's provocation, I don't know what expression he has behind him. This idiot is getting more and more enthusiastic as he tries to reason with you. I have already discovered the pattern, so let me start to correct it from this second. Still the idiot. I shouldn't have bitten him in the first place, so that he wouldn't always target me, and Zhang Xiaoman wouldn't misunderstand me, let alone because of this... I didn't want to think about it, and walked straight into the school gate, ignoring Teng Zhen's provocation , I don't know what expression he has behind him. This idiot is getting more and more enthusiastic as he tries to reason with you. I have already discovered the pattern, so let me start to correct it from this second. The morning was uneventful.Anyway, even if there is no shortage of classes for more than a week, I can't understand them.If the teachers of No. 1 Middle School had hoped for Wang Pingping, who was able to be admitted to the experimental middle school, then the classroom performance of more than half a month and the mid-term results at the end of the crane were enough to make everyone except Xiao Liu Everyone has given up on me.Wang Pingping is a student who was disabled due to suicide (not to mention incontinence), they don't care, and I am happy to relax. It's just that for a moment, I felt a little uncomfortable watching Zhang Xiaoman taking notes seriously and looking up at the teacher's pious appearance.After doing so much, she still guards against me like a thief, but the sky of Wang Pingping's family is about to collapse. My father is laid off, my brother has congenital heart disease, and the only daughter who is motivated is now an illiterate who can't get into college. But I can't predict how long I will continue to live in this world. What if you live to be old? If Zhang Xiaoman managed to live past the age of 30 in this world, then there really are two "I".She is only afraid of me because of Teng Zhen, will I hate her so much?At the age of thirty, when I was poor, fat and ugly, and almost dying, could I still be willing to guard the name "Zhang Xiaoman"? Fuck you guys I don't want to. I covered my head with my school uniform to keep Zhang Xiaoman out. The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and I vaguely felt Zhang Xiaoman gently tugging on my school uniform. "What's wrong?" I squinted at her. "Put your Chinese books and pencil case on your back. Next class, Teacher Song Heci will take us to an open class." "what?" I ignorantly followed Zhang Xiaoman to collect things, and I didn't understand until I got on the crowded bus with the big team.Many teachers in the city participated in the open class competition. Song Heci was shortlisted for the semi-finals in the first grade Chinese group. The rule was that students from his own class could not be used. So Song Heci selected the best three classes in the first grade, and each had their admission scores. The top ten students of the competition form a participating class. "Why don't you draw your mid-term grades? Then it's none of my business, so you don't have to worry about it." Zhang Xiaoman gave me a surprised look. No. 1 Middle School, a poor school, rented only one bus for the language group. The participating teams of the three grades had a total of more than one hundred people crammed into this bus. You can eat luncheon meat after uncovering it. I, Zhang Xiaoman, Liang Shengmei, Xing Guizhi, and Teng Zhen squeezed together. Awesome.Very wonderful.I don't even believe that there is no director arrangement. The second graders got on the bus early, Teng Zhen and Hao Lin were sitting, and the four of us girls were standing.Hao Lin expressed embarrassment that he wanted to give up the seat to the four of us girls, but we couldn't change it even after moving around for a long time, but squeezed my hand on the back of the chair. "My boy, I beg you, don't bother, can you sit down, not all girls are pregnant, they don't have to sit." Teng Zhen laughed loudly and looked at me: "Wang Pingping, you have the nerve to say that without you, this car would be half empty." Zhang Xiaoman lowered his head. I know she wants to laugh.Whenever I know I shouldn't laugh, but the joke is too funny, I put my head down. I'd rather I didn't know us that well. Liang Shengmei laughed out loud.She has always had a fierce beauty, it seems that the scars over the years have made her see through many things and become more unscrupulous. Sure enough, Liang Shengmei would not let Zhang Xiaoman go after laughing: "Zhang Xiaoman, isn't this your good friend? You don't even say a word for her?" Zhang Xiaoman was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his head. "It's wrong to laugh at people. I shouldn't speak for her just because she is my good friend. If the people present have a conscience, first, they should not laugh at others, and second, they should stop them together. You are not an ordinary friend, just Can you laugh along with me? After laughing, you still stand on the moral high ground to accuse me? The perpetrator dislikes the victim and does not unite or resist?" Liang Shengmei was stunned.Teng Zhen also put away his playful smile, and looked at Zhang Xiaoman seriously. But Zhang Xiaoman looked at me: "I'm sorry, Pingping, I thought the senior knew you very well at first, and I was joking. I'm sorry." I quietly looked at the girl in front of me.She has the same face as mine, and her watery eyes in the sun are like two deep brown pools of water. This girl is me. I thought it was funny when I heard Teng Zhen's words, but I knew it shouldn't be, but I still thought it was funny, so I lowered my head. I didn't have the anger that was filled with a sense of justice in the first place, because I am not a straightforward and good person in nature, but when I am attacked, I will never cowardly dismiss or apologize.The stabbing knife, no matter how sharp it is, will firmly grasp the blade, breaking me who stabbed back heavily. When watching TV dramas, I often feel anxious, thinking that if it were me, I would not be so useless, and I would fight back more beautifully-now I am relieved.She is me, she doesn't need my help. Why did I ask her like that before?Growing up, I have selectively forgotten many dark sides of myself, and they are clearly and truly swaying in Zhang Xiaoman's eyes at this moment: defensiveness, jealousy, hypocrisy, affectation... Maybe, this is who I used to be. I didn't speak, and gently took Zhang Xiaoman's hand. Her answer is not for Wang Pingping, but for herself, I know.She deliberately forgot to tell Wang Pingping about the make-up class, and I know it too. Maybe I was such a girl in the past. so what? Hao Lin was so frightened by the war between the girls, he sat obediently in his seat and never said a word about giving up his seat.Liang Shengmei raised her head with a straight face, Xing Guizhi was still depressed, I took Zhang Xiaoman's hand and squeezed it, and she squeezed me back.A wonderful warmth. Only the instigator, Teng Zhen, didn’t feel any guilt at all, and looked curiously at our faces from time to time, as if we were all fungi growing vigorously in his petri dish. The car dangled to the competition venue, which turned out to be a vocational high school.Zhang Xiaoman explained to me that this vocational high school was renovated and expanded, and the multimedia classrooms inside are the most and best in the district, so they are used as competition venues.I think so, since the year I graduated from elementary school, the concept of "multimedia teaching" has become popular all over the city. To put it bluntly, it means to put more slides or PPTs in class. The students in the first year of high school were all placed in a classroom. Zhang Xiaoman and I sat in the penultimate row of the group next to the wall. Liang Shengmei was arranged behind us by the teacher. According to Zhang Xiaoman, Liang Shengmei was going to answer a final question. Song Heci thought this The location can be clearly seen by all judges. "Which class are you studying?" "." Song Heci walked in with the handout under his arm, and the woman with glasses at the table behind me gave a soft "wow". It seems that Teacher Song is indeed very popular.Bai Baijing, who is weak and weak, wears a dark gray Chinese-style top with a buckle, which is actually very harmonious with him, neither motherly nor wretched, and really has the temperament of "Mr. Teacher" in the Republic of China. "Let's go through all the questions quickly one last time." Song Heci's voice was clear. During the more than a week when I was absent from class, they had to rehearse the content of the class every day. The answerers for each question were selected, and the answers to key questions were even memorized by students in advance. I was bored listening to them recite the questions of "theme", "rhetoric" and "central idea". I almost fell asleep and lay down on the table until I heard Liang Shengmei stand up behind me. "Teacher, this class means a lot to me. Ditan Park calmed Shi Tiesheng's restless heart, and answered his ultimate question about the meaning of life and death. And me, please look at me, because today in this class, I know myself. " Liang Shengmei pointed to her neck and said, please look at me. When she talked in a dull tone about how this wonderful and extraordinary public class shocked her physically and mentally, and let her get rid of her inferiority... I was beyond angry. "Is this also memorized?" I asked Zhang Xiaoman. Zhang Xiaoman nodded: "She said the same thing every time." "Can this kind of thing be used? Is there any humanity in this class?!" My voice was not high, but several people nearby heard it, including Liang Shengmei, and Song Heci who was standing in the aisle holding a book . He looked at me with the expression on his face as if he had just learned that his son was not his own. After a while, Song Heci turned pale, and said slowly, "Student, why haven't I seen you in the last few classes?" "Oh, I'm sorry, I was sick and missed class." "Oh, it's okay, you didn't come, I don't know the situation, you, come out for a while." Song Heci walked out of the classroom first.I followed behind, and when passing by Liang Shengmei, she gave me a very complicated look, then lowered her head, and covered her scar with her hands. Song Heci walked out of the classroom and did not scold me in the corridor. Instead, he walked farther and farther. I followed him upstairs, turned around, and finally reached a secluded stairwell. He turned around with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes. "Pingping, please forgive me, okay?" ……what?