Chapter 8 chapter eight

Lao Ding accepted the man's suggestion, and put everything needed for a man and a woman's love in the leisure hut, as well as beer, drinks, fish fillets, plums and other snacks.When he went to the pharmacy to buy condoms for the first time, he was so ashamed that he didn't even dare to lift his head and couldn't speak clearly, which made the young girl selling goods lose his temper.When he slipped away like a thief with the case, he heard the girl say loudly to her colleague from behind: "Hey, I really can't see it, this is old, and I still use this" As the business prospered day by day, his courage grew stronger and his business skills became more and more proficient.When he went to the drugstore to buy condoms, his face was no longer red, and he dared to bargain with the girl who sold the goods.The girl asked brazenly, "Old man, if you're not a pervert, you're a condom dealer."

He stared at the girl's thick scarlet lips without making a sound. In the three months of summer, he made a net profit of 4,800 yuan.As his pockets gradually bulged, his mood became more and more cheerful, and his health became better and better. His rusty joints seemed to have just been anointed with oil, and his eyeballs, which were barely moving before, were also alive.Under the influence of his ears and eyes, his sexual interest that had been extinguished for many years unexpectedly revived, and he pulled his old wife to do it many times.The old wife was very surprised, and asked repeatedly: Old thing, what medicine did you take?Old man, don't you want to die?

Now he comes here by bike at 10:30 every morning. When he arrives, he first cleans the hut, puts those things into plastic bags, and does not forget to tie two knots on the bags.He exemplarily abides by social morality and never throws plastic bags containing filth away. Instead, he takes them to the city and carefully puts them in the trash can.After cleaning, he added some food and drink and others to the hut.Then, he locked the iron door, took the horse tie, found a place to sit down, took out a cigarette, lit it and smoked happily, waiting for his guests.His level of smoking has also improved. In the past he used to smoke Jincheng without filters, but now he smokes Feiyan with filters.He didn't dare to look at his guests in the past, but now he concentrates on studying them.With the accumulation of experience, he can basically judge what kind of men and women can be the guests of the forest cabin.Most of his guests are wild mandarin ducks looking for fun, and occasionally there are curious couples and lovers in love.He also has more than a dozen pairs of repeat customers, and he gives preferential prices to repeat customers, usually 20% off, sometimes half price.Some customers chattered, and they would gossip with him after finishing their work; some customers were very shy, turned around and left after paying the money.He has accumulated a lot of experience in the sexual life of men and women with his ears. He listened to the ever-changing voices of the men and women in the hut, and his mind also displayed all kinds of strange shapes according to the sounds. It was like opening a window and seeing the boundless scenery.A pair of weak-looking men and women banged the car shell, as if what was locked inside was not a pair of love-making men and women, but two mating elephants.There was a man and a woman in the car shell who yelled wildly at first, and then started fighting. The beer bottles smashed the car shell, but they could only be smashed by others. Moldy.When they came out, the man's head was bleeding and the woman's hair was messy.He sympathized with them very much, and even wanted to waive their rent, but unexpectedly, the man was surprisingly generous, threw a hundred-yuan bill on the ground, turned around and left.He chased after him to find change, but the man turned around and spat on his face.The man had sparse eyebrows, deep-set eye sockets, and a ferocious face. He stared at him, causing him to back away in fear.When autumn comes, the leaves of poplars fall first, and the needles of pine and cypresses also darken.Swimming people in the artificial lake are getting rarer, and his guests are getting fewer and fewer, but he can always receive a few couples every day, and more on Sundays or holidays.Idle is also idle, small money is also money, and big money is accumulated from small money.During this period, he caught a cold once, but he insisted on working despite his illness.When he caught a cold, he was reluctant to buy medicine. He just asked his old wife to boil a pot of ginger soup and pour three bowls in a row, covering her hair and sweating all over her body.He thought that while he was not too old, he should earn money for his pension. The layoff subsidy would be paid on and off. It was not accurate. It's like rushing to plant small rapeseed after a flood.Sometimes he felt uneasy, not knowing whether he was committing crimes or accumulating virtue.One night, he even dreamed that two police officers came to arrest him. He was so frightened that he was covered in cold sweat, and when he woke up, his heart was beating wildly.He invited his apprentice Lu Xiaohu to a quiet tavern for a drink, and told him his uneasiness.Little Hu said: "Master, why are you so confused again? Don't they stop working without your hut? They also do it without your hut. They work in trees and in cemeteries. Today's young People advocate returning to nature, and it’s fashionable to be wild. Of course, we can’t say that people are not good. They are people. I have said long ago that you have the right to build a public toilet in a scenic spot and charge a fee. It is justified and justified. Master , you are much more noble than those who make fake wine and sell fake medicines, don't be embarrassed, don't make things difficult for yourself. Parents are not as good as money. Without money, neither father nor mother, nor wife Take it as a man. Master, please do it boldly, if something really happens, the apprentice promises to help you fix it!"

He thought about it, and what his apprentice said seemed to be flawless. Yes, of course a saint would not do such a thing, but one saint in the world is enough, and it would be troublesome if there were too many saints. Ding Shikou didn't want to be a saint, and he couldn't do it even if he wanted to.He thought, Ding Shikou, you are also sharing the government's worries. Being the owner of the forest hut is not an honor, but it is better than playing dead dogs in front of the government gate, right?Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile, startling the old wife who was peeling peanuts, she said: "Old man, why are you laughing for no reason? Do you know how scary this way of laughing is?"

"Scary?" "Scary!" Just in case, he deposited the money he earned in the bank under a false name, stuffed the passbook into a crack in the wall, and pasted two layers of white paper on the outside. After the beginning of winter, the wind cooled down, and there were no guests for three consecutive days.At noon, he rode to the forest hut, and the hoarfrost on the dead leaves on the ground had not yet melted.The sun is yellow and there is basically no warmth.He sat under the tree for a while, feeling cold hands and feet.The man-made lake was silent, only a man with gauze around his neck kept circling around the lake. He was a patient struggling with cancer, an anti-cancer star in the city, and his deeds were reported by TV stations.The day the TV station came to the lake to record, he was so frightened that he climbed to a big tree for safety and squatted on the branch like a bird for more than two hours.Later, a group of people came to inspect the fire prevention in the forest, which also scared him half to death.He crouched behind a tree, waiting anxiously.The group of people passed by the forest hut one by one, but they didn't respond at all, as if the hut was here naturally.There was only one fat man, who turned to the back of the hut and took a dip of burnt yellow urine.He could smell the smell of urine from a long distance away.He thought to himself: The leader is on fire.The fat man seems to be quite old, but he is still full of childlike fun when he urinates. With his stomach upright, he uses urine to draw pictures on the tin hut, one circle, two circles, three circles, and the fourth circle has not yet come. Sealing cuts off the water.After the fat man finished urinating, he knocked on the iron sheet of the window with his hand, causing the iron sheet to make a loud noise, and then he swayed and ran to catch up with his accomplice while buttoning up his trousers.Other than that, he was never frightened by anything else.It was too cold under the tree, so he moved to sit in the car shell for a while, smoked a cigarette, and carefully snuffed out the cigarette butt.Then he closed his eyes and roughly calculated his income for half a year, feeling satisfied.He decided to come back tomorrow and wait for another day. If there are no customers, the business will be closed the day after tomorrow, and he will continue to work when the flowers bloom next year.As long as I can work for five years, I can spend my old age in peace.

The next day, he came by bike early in the morning.The night wind blows down more leaves, the poplar trees are almost bare branches, a few hazel trees mixed in the pine forest, full of golden yellow dead leaves, but they don’t fall off, rustling in the wind, It looks like a tree full of butterflies.He brought a snakeskin bag, and a stick with an iron point on top.He picked up the rubbish in a large area around the cabin.He picks up rubbish not to make money, but to repay virtue.He felt that society was too kind to him.He picked up a solid bag of garbage, sealed it, and moved it to the back shelf of the bicycle.Then he entered the hut, ready to tidy up the things in the house.A crow yelled outside the hut, which made his heart tremble. He looked up and saw a man and a woman, along the gray-white path, facing him from the bun-shaped hill behind the farm machinery factory. Here comes the cabin.

When the middle-aged man and woman appeared in front of the hut, it was half past twelve noon.The man was tall, wearing a gray windbreaker, with his hands in the pockets of the windbreaker.The wind blew his black trousers forward, showing the shape of his calf.The woman's stature is not short, he used decades of iron eyesight to estimate her height to be about 1.70 meters, and the fluctuation will not exceed two centimeters.She was wearing a purple down jacket, a pair of light blue jeans, and a pair of white sheepskin shoes on her feet.Neither of them was wearing a hat, and the wind blew their hair into a mess. From time to time, the woman raised a hand to push back the hair that covered her face.As they approached the hut, the subconscious distance between them gave away the relationship between them.He knew that these were lovers, and most of them were lovers with a long history.When he saw the man's indifferent and painful face and the woman's eyes like a resentful woman, it was as if he had just finished reading their relationship files, and he already knew everything about them.

He was going to do this business before closing, not for making money, but out of deep sympathy for them. The man stood in front of the hut, chatting with him, and the woman stood with her back to the small door, with her hands in the pockets of her down jacket, kicking the dead leaves on the ground with one foot. "It's really cold," the man said. "It's not normal for the weather to suddenly turn cold when it says it's cold." "The TV is said to be a cold wave coming from Siberia." He said, thinking of his black and white TV that should have been eliminated long ago.

"Is this the famous couple's cottage?" the man said, "I heard that it was opened by the police chief's father-in-law?" He smiled, shaking his head vaguely. "Actually," said the man, "we just want to find a place to talk." He smiled knowingly, held the horse tie, and walked towards the clump of Amorpha fringae without looking back. A ray of sunlight shot out from the gray cloud, and the woods were shining brilliantly, and the trunks of the poplars seemed to be hung with a layer of tinfoil, shining with magical brilliance.He leaned against the soft branches of Amorpha fringa, and felt the strong northeast wind blowing his back as cold as iron.The man bent down and got into the hut, while the woman stood by the iron gate with her head lowered, as if she was thinking about something.The man came out of the hut, stood behind the woman, and said something in a low voice.The woman kept her previous posture unchanged.The man stretched out a hand and gently tugged at the corner of the woman's clothes. The woman's body twisted and her movements were childish, like a little girl losing her temper.One of the man's hands was on the woman's shoulder, and the woman continued to twist her body, but she didn't move the man's hand away from her shoulder.The man's hand held the woman's shoulders, turning her body around. The woman acted disobedient, but in the end she was still face to face with the man.The man put his hands on the woman's shoulders and spoke to the top of the woman's head.Finally, the man hugged the woman into the hut.He hid behind the amorpha bush and laughed silently.The iron door closed gently, and he heard the soft sound of locking the door.Then the iron-clad hut became a dead thing in the cold forest, and the cold, intermittent sunlight shone on it, giving off some short, cloudy rays of light.Brown sparrows perched on the roof to shit, jump, and chirp.Huge, bloated gray clouds scurried through the air, their shadows sliding among the trees.He glanced at his pocket watch, the time was one o'clock in the afternoon, he estimated that they would not stay in the hut for too long, an hour would be enough.He wanted to rush home for lunch, but two unexpected guests arrived.He was a little hungry and his body was cold, but if the guests didn't come out, he could only wait.Anyway, the rent is collected by the hour, and there is no right to evict people. Some men and women have to stay in the small iron house for three hours.In the usual days, I wish they would stay inside and sleep for ten or eight hours, but today the wind is biting cold and the stomach is hungry, so I hope they will finish their work and come out soon.He dug a hole with a stick in the ground in front of him, and lit a cigarette.He carefully flicked the ash into the small hole, for fear of causing a forest fire.

He sat in front of the amorpha tree and waited for about half an hour, when a woman's faint sobs could hardly be heard from the hut.When a gust of wind blew, the branches swayed and grinned, and the sobbing was drowned out; when the wind stopped, the sobbing reached his ears.He sighed for them, this kind of couple should be like this, their love is very classic and sad, like pickles in a salt water tank, only bitter and salty, without sweetness.Today's young people are not like this. They race against time when they enter the hut, and they work hard.They yelled and groaned wantonly, and some even uttered obscenities, which made even the birds on the trees blush with embarrassment.They are doing the same thing, but the atmosphere is very different.He understood the changes in people's ideas by listening to the voices of men and women.In his heart, he still likes such a weeping love, this is like a drama!He listened to their crying and imagined their story, it must be a sentimental story, a love tragedy, for some reason or another, lovers did not get married.It is very likely that the two are separated from each other, and this time it is a tryst from a thousand miles away.From this point of view, he thought, I am a good deed!

He thought wildly, and an hour passed.He stood up, moved his stiff legs and feet, rubbed his frozen ears, and was ready to close the stall.He decided to charge them a little money and eat a bowl of warm beef noodles at a Lanzhou ramen restaurant on the way back to the city, otherwise he would feel unbalanced.Thinking of beef noodles, his stomach growled and his teeth chattered.Both hungry and cold.This season shouldn't be cold like this, it's not normal to do cold like this, hell, last year's March 9th season didn't have this kind of cold.There was no sound in the hut, the woman's sobbing could no longer be heard, and the iron house was as quiet as a tomb.A crow flew from afar with a piece of intestine in its mouth, and landed in a nest on a poplar tree. Another hour passed, and the hut was still dead silent.The clouds were overcast, and there was already some twilight in the woods.He secretly muttered in his heart: What's going on?You can't have such a big energy, can you?Did they fall asleep in it?This is absolutely impossible.There is only one bed board inside, and a straw mat is spread on the bed board. There is no quilt or mattress. It is cold outside and there is an occasional ray of sunshine. Once the door is inserted inside, it is really cold as ice.But what can they do in it?He finally couldn't bear it anymore, walked to the door of the hut and coughed loudly on purpose, reminding them to come out quickly.There was no response from inside, could it be that they fled away like Tu Xingsun in the list of gods?Impossible, that is a novel about gods and demons.Are they like the monkey grandson in Journey to the West who turned into mosquitoes and flew away through the transom?Impossible, that is also a novel of gods and demons!Could it be that a grey-and-white horrible image of them suddenly appeared in his mind, and his hands and legs trembled involuntarily.God, please don't let this kind of thing happen, if this kind of thing happens, let alone cut off your money, I'm afraid you'll have to go to jail!He didn't care about anything else, raised his hand, and knocked on the door lightly: "Papapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapa". Hit the door hard: thump, thump, thump! He slammed on the door fiercely: bang bang bang!Bang bang bang! He slammed the door fiercely and shouted: Bang bang bang!Hi!It's time to come out!Bang bang bang!What are you doing in there! His hand was shattered, and tiny drops of blood oozed out.But there was still no sound in the room, which even made him doubt his memory for a moment. Could it be that a couple like that really entered the iron-clad hut? The woman's pale melon-seeded face immediately came to his mind vividly: there were two big, sad eyes on her face, the eyeballs were dark and ghostly.Her chin is pointed, and there is a black mole the size of a mung bean on the corner of her mouth, and a curvy black hair grows on the mole.The image of the man is also vivid: the collar of the trench coat turned up to cover his cheeks, the nose is high, the chin is blue, the eyebrows are thick, the eyes are gloomy, and there is a golden false tooth embedded next to the front tooth. There is no doubt that it is absolutely true. About three hours ago, a sad middle-aged man and woman entered this forest cabin converted from the iron shell of a bus, but they are silent now.He knew that the most terrible thing had happened, that bad luck poured down like a bucket of stinking dung.His legs went limp, and he collapsed in front of the iron door of the iron house. After about smoking a cigarette, he stood up holding the iron door and circled the iron house, clapping the iron shell with his hands. He begged bitterly and cursed angrily: "Good man!" Ah, wake up, come out, can I give you all the money I earned in a summer? Can I kneel down and kowtow to you? Bastards, beasts, don’t you bully an old man? Boom? You two thieves, thugs and prostitutes, you must die. Can I call you my father? Can I call you my mother? My father, mother, and ancestors, please show kindness. , I am a 60-year-old laid-off worker, and I have a wife with stomach problems at home. It is already miserable enough to get to this point. You can’t make things worse for me. You can’t die in my hut if you want to die, you guys You can hang yourself on a tree, go diving by the lake, lie on a railway track, you can die wherever you want. Why did you come to my hut? I think you are all dignified people, not just a bureau chief but also a Director, is it worth dying for such a thing? It’s not worth it for you to die like this. Even people like you want to die, so how can we low-class people live? Director, Director, you Think about it, why don't you compare with us, come out, come out..." No matter how hoarse he was, the iron-clad hut was still silent, and the crows hooted around the tall poplar treetops, swirling like a black cloud.He found a huge pebble, raised it with both hands, and smashed it towards the iron gate.There was a loud bang, and the pebble broke in two, but the iron gate was intact.He straightened his shoulders and slammed into the iron shell, but the iron shell stood still, but he was bounced back more than three meters and landed on the ground.He felt unbearable pain in his shoulder, and it was difficult to lift his arm, as if he had broken his collarbone.