Chapter 7 It's a matter of sleeping-1

With her, no one can avoid this idea When it comes to sleeping, she knows it in her own mind, so she doesn't need others to worry about it.Her "friends", or as she calls them, "friends", are also well known.With her, no one can avoid this idea, but no one can.She is as alive as a fish and as a spirit like a monster.No matter how tender and sweet, if you want to cross this threshold, there is absolutely no way.She knows best in her little heart that this is a woman's most precious treasure, a woman's dignity, and a woman's value.You can joke about everything else, but you can't let go of this one.My mother was kind to my uncle, and my uncle was kind to my mother, but my uncle didn't dare to treat my mother lightly.She once thought that if Mom brought this out, Uncle might have become indifferent, and would have forgotten about Mom as a riddle with a solved answer.Only when a woman hides this, can she be mysterious, unfathomable, and have endless content, making men unwilling to leave, and even making men love them enough.With her intelligence and sensibility, she knew that her mother only lived with one uncle, and that uncle was her father.Although she has never seen him before, she knows that he must be a great "good uncle". With the one his mother gave him as a woman, can he be good?Besides, if a woman has to use this to hold a man, she is the most useless woman.She thinks so.She thought to herself that she could pinch a man so that she could make him long and long, and make him short and short without making a show.There are many dharmas in women, and keeping the most precious one can be counted as a dharma.She is not the kind of woman who has nothing to do. If she doesn't show this, she will still make men unable to leave her.This, she has to keep, and leave it to someone she really wants to give.Where is this man?She didn't have a clue in her mind, and she didn't think about it.She is a girl who only cares about her eyes, because her eyes are beautiful, her eyes are beautiful, and her eyes are simply wonderful.She hasn't played enough yet!

She thinks the most fun game is dealing with men.She is by no means a bad-hearted girl, and she can be said to be very kind in the bottom of her heart.But she just likes to play, and she plays very sincerely, very devotedly, very selfless, and very temperamental, so she can't help it.She didn't intend to stab the boy's heart, just for fun.It hurts, seeing them sad, I feel uncomfortable, and even shed tears, and the sad tears also make her happy, just like a person who has had enough sweets, and sometimes also tastes bitter, spicy and sweet. Sour the same.Besides, she didn't get the boys' love and attention for nothing, she also gave them tenderness, sweetness, warm eyes, and funny jokes.Sometimes, she also meets men who are not so easy to deal with. It is like a scientist encountering a problem, which makes her even more excited and excited.No matter how difficult it is, she will also conquer this project, and it is almost impossible for her to succeed.Because she knows a man's nature very well, even what a man doesn't know, she can clearly see, with her intelligence, and even more with her nature.

The girl thought she could see through everyone, but unexpectedly, she was also seen clearly by one person, and that was her mother.When I was young, my mother was more handsome than a girl. In those days, there were so many different ways to dress up. Unlike today, a yellow skin is not enough to make people beautiful.She knew that when she was young, she was happy and proud to deal with men.But getting older doesn't have to be too big, the skin around the eyes is a little looser, the pores in the nasal cavity are a little more visible, the folds on the lips are a little more, and the hair on the back of the head is a little yellower. After a little bit, I will be tired, exhausted, and troubled this time around.She counted on the girl to have a paid job first, and then a real master, and her mind would be settled.

The girls are all happy. Public opinion is always one step ahead of facts.When everyone in the group thought they were talking about someone, they were actually just chatting in the band rehearsal hall; Eggs to eat; when the regiment had approved them to make a private decision for life and promised them to be a couple, in fact they finally went to the grove for a tryst.Therefore, when the two of them were still hesitating and dare not make a clear statement, the outside world helped them lift the veil, prompting their relationship to develop rapidly.After the Spring Festival sympathy performance, the troupe gave the staff who were far away to visit their families, and they went back to the south together.He went to Nanjing with her first, met her parents, and after getting tacit consent, he took her back to his home.

The family lives in the depths of a narrow alley, with more than a dozen families surrounding a courtyard, on which a thick moss grows on the flagstone floor.A very tall locust tree blocks the sunlight, making the courtyard dark and damp all year round.His family lived in two rooms facing north.Although my mother loves to be tidy by nature, she scrubs and scrubs non-stop, but she can't resist the damp air and puts dark green mildew spots on everything.Moreover, the more diligently you wash, the more rapid and luxuriant the growth of mildew spots will be.As soon as I walked into the house, a cold musty smell came over my nostrils. The simple furniture was washed white with alkaline water, and the cloth with yellow, yellow, green and green mildew spots was sprinkled on it. It looked shabby as if it had been peeled off.He is so ashamed that he hardly dares to look at her, regretting bringing her along.But this was another necessary step, and he could not make the final decision without his mother's approval.His mother's prestige surpassed everything, and his love for his mother surpassed everything.The big brother who has already been indomitable, before getting married, he must send the photo of his sister-in-law to his mother for review.If this step is not taken, they will never be at ease.My mother was sitting at a square table against the wall, threading a needle with a ray of sunlight coming in from the rear window.The sun fell on the cotton thread, shining like gossamer.He called "Mom", and Ma turned her face, and couldn't help looking at him in amazement, still holding the golden thread in her hand, the sound of water and laughter came from the window behind her, and that It's a public water pipe, and someone's head flashes by.

"Mom," she called back, more naturally and normally than he did. Mom put down her needle and thread and said, "wash it." He went to get the washbasin on the washbasin stand, but she was already holding it in her hand, bent down to scoop up a spoonful of water from the bucket, and added some hot water for him to wash first.He buried his face in the warm water and held his breath.The water gently pressed against the face, like a caress.He felt a pair of hands covering his collar, starting from the back of his neck, slowly moving along the collar to the front, touching his throat.The hands are warm and thick, but the fingers are nimble.His tears came out and dissolved in the water, and his heart was full of gratitude.

At night, parents still sleep in the narrow back room.She shared a bed with Fifth Sister, while he and his younger brothers shared two beds and a floor bunk, with nothing separating them.He took his younger brothers to stay in the courtyard until they went to bed and got into the bed, and the fifth sister announced loudly that they filed into the house.Wash your face, wash your feet, and make a bed.There was only a thin piece of glass gauze on the rear window, and the bright moonlight penetrated in, illuminating the room brightly.He lay on his back, knowing that she was also lying on his back, his heart was unexpectedly calm, without any disturbance or shyness.The youngest brother was telling a neighbor's story, which was ridiculously boring.He smiled, and she smiled too, as naturally and serenely as before.After the younger brother finished speaking, the sixth brother continued to tell an even more boring legend.Before finishing listening, everyone fell asleep, and there was an agitated and lifelike voice in the bed.Woke up in the middle of the night, turned around, and saw her lying on the pillow too, peacefully sleeping like a baby without making a sound.His heart was also peaceful, and he fell asleep.When he opened his eyes again, the sky was already broad daylight, and the patch of sky on the back window was pleasantly white.Her siblings had all got up, and she stood alone at the door, combing her hair with her face facing the patio, and her hair spread out like a waterfall.The sunlight passed through the locust tree leaves and fell on a few pieces, shining brightly.She combed calmly, once, again.The hair shakes with the sun, and the sun glides on the hair like mercury.When she was done at last, she put the comb in her pocket and began to braid her hair.Under the dexterous manipulation of her fingers, the hair is as lively as a yellow fish, jumping.She put the braided hair behind her head, twisted it twice, and then pinned it with a hairpin, and then turned her face.

The sun was behind her, and she came with the light on her back.The broad forehead, high bridge of the nose, and correct mouth shape suddenly glowed with a strange brilliance.Only then did he realize that she was beautiful, and there was a sense of holiness in that beauty.He lay blankly on the bed, watching her walking step by step, walked to the bed, smiled at him, patted his forehead with his hand, and said, "Are you awake?" "Where's Dad?" he asked softly. "Go to work." "Mom?" He asked again, his voice a little hoarse. "Going to the street to buy vegetables." She replied.

He reached out and hugged her, pulling her down towards him, against his chest.She let him hug him, quietly laying on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and slowly slid her fingers along his sharp collarbone, over and over.He felt as if an ant was crawling on the socket of his neck, tickling gently.He kissed her forehead, cheek, and ear, and said gently and tremblingly: "Close the door, please?" She got up and closed the door, the few rays of sunlight passing through the big locust tree disappeared, the moss-covered stone floor disappeared, and the sound of water and noise came faintly from the rear window.Then, there was another siren, not knowing where it came from.Together they thought of the Bai Lian-like Yangtze River.

The girls in Jingu Lane played at home for two years, but they were finally not released. They took advantage of the only child and assigned them to the counter at the fruit company.It's the counter that specializes in dried fruits. There are red dates, candied dates, longan, and hawthorn, all of which are gluttonous sweet and sour products.The girl's favorite food is longan. When she gets tired of standing, she grabs a handful, slowly peels off the shell, and stuffs it into her mouth. With a gurgling sound, she spits out a shiny core, which falls to the ground. On the ground, turn around.Buying goods in big baskets and big baskets filled her stomach to the full, not to mention there was a normal wear and tear to cover it.I don't know if it's because the longan nourishes the blood, or because the girl has reached the good age of eighteen, she looks more and more fresh, like a flower that is just about to bloom.The business at her counter is good, there are more people around, and the business is booming.A few romantic boys leaned on the counter with nothing to do, looking for something to say.She just ignored her, played with curly bangs in front of Xiaoyuan Jing, and ate longan in her mouth.Life is a man spoiled.

The boys in the compound of the Municipal Revolutionary Committee made a bet. Whoever wants to have a conversation with the girl who sells dried fruits won’t have to spend money to play mahjong on the mountain on Sundays. Soda, bread, food and drink are free, and guns are also free. Hit, no matter how much you hit.After it was agreed, they swarmed into the street and crowded to the dried fruit counter of the fruit company.At this moment, the girl didn't look in the mirror, and didn't eat longan, but she was humming a song: "The melting pot of revolution is the hottest, and heroes emerge from the Mao Zedong era..." Only a few words, and then it will be gone, light Hum the door.There are ninety-nine and eighty-one turns in the tune of the drum, and every turn is not missed.The first to bear the brunt was a boy in a yellow military uniform. That military uniform was not "wild", but very authentic, it had already turned white after washing, and there were a few holes on the shoulders, which proved that epaulets were pinned here before.He approached the counter and said: "Comrade, weigh two catties of longan." "The fire in the melting pot of revolution is the hottest..." She hummed and grabbed two catties of longan, put it on the weighing pan, weighed it, and then went to get the paper bag. "I don't want the longan, just two catties of red dates." But he said. "Heroes emerged in the era of Mao Zedong..." She poured out the longan and put red dates on it. "How much?" he asked. "La, la, la, la..." She used "la" to replace all the words. While dialing a few beads on the abacus, she turned the abacus to show him. He lost his composure, took out five yuan, and threw it on the counter: "Change." "La, la, la, la..." She found the money.He didn't stop singing from beginning to end, but never said a word. He was in a hurry, and swiped the money he found: "Let's find less." "The fire in the melting pot of revolution is the hottest..." She sang backwards and started from the beginning, and walked over in a leisurely manner, with one arm bent and resting on the inside of the counter for support, and the other hand counting the tickets, three Put one piece on one side, five ten-cent pieces on the other side, and a two-cent piece of steel on the end.He couldn't find fault no matter how hard he tried to make things difficult, he angrily grabbed a pile of money, grabbed it and stuffed it into the pocket of his jacket.Without eliciting a word from her, he lost the book for one and forty-eight cents, and threw the red dates away when he went out. One fell, another went up.This time it was a young man in denim overalls. These days, overalls are likely to replace yellow military uniforms, which probably marks that the era of the Red Guards has gradually turned to the working class leading everything. There is no luckier thing than being a worker in a factory.Besides, the style of work clothes is jacket style. If it is not work clothes, can you wear jacket style tops?He pushed open the store door, turned to the girl, and asked in overly standard Mandarin: "Comrade, where is Huaguo Mountain?" She lifted her chin to the east. "How many buses do you take?" He asked again. She holds up three fingers. "Where is the station?" She lifted her chin to the west. "Is Huaguo Mountain fun or not?" He asked casually, leaning on the counter. She ignored it. "We came here on a business trip and wanted to visit places of interest, but in the end there was nothing but Huaguo Mountain. Is it worth going?" She ignored it. "Is it the Huaguo Mountain in the village?" She ignored it. Finally annoyed, he slammed the door and walked out.Although he did not lose money, but lost face, the loss was even greater. She was at the counter, squinting at everything, with a calm expression on her face, but a sneer in her heart.Who doesn't know these princes and grandchildren?But, who cares about them!She plays with boys, because they are boys, whether they are the emperor's sons or beggars, and they are not playing with his father.Besides, what happened to the emperor?What's wrong with the beggar?The emperor wants to marry a wife, and the beggar also takes a wife.The emperor gave birth to a son, and the beggar also gave birth to a son.The emperor still has weak legs and a soft heart when he sees a woman. The emperor of the Tang Dynasty just called Yang Guifei to play tricks and almost lost his country.In front of women, all men are the same.She has seen a lot of boys, all kinds of boys, but she doesn't look down on these boys and brothers, she thinks they are impetuous, like a little rooster that has just learned to crow, and the hair on the tail has not grown yet!She likes older men. She has lived out her age, with wrinkles on her face and black stubble. She has suffered a lot and suffered a lot.This is more like a man.Subduing this kind of man is called skill and excitement.In her opinion, a person who uses his power to seduce women is not a man at all.A good man should be unarmed, without relying on anything outside his body, just relying on himself as a man to grab a woman.She also despises those girls who hang around the son and brother, all of them seem to be proud of themselves, holding their heads up, becoming a princess or a queen?A woman who sacrifices herself for money and power is not a woman at all.Maybe they eat well, dress well, play well, and enjoy a lifetime of glory and wealth, but she concludes that they can't enjoy the taste of being a real woman.Women should not only enjoy being loved, but also love others.Of course, loving someone is much harder than being loved.She is beautiful, pretty, romantic, and everyone loves her, which is the most natural thing.If he didn't love her, he wouldn't be a man.She thinks so.It is not difficult to be loved, but it is not easy to love others. She couldn't figure out whether she loved it or not.She just likes to play with boys, and it's much more fun with boys than with girls alone.Her dress has an audience, her eyes have a target, and her life seems to have a purpose.Why since ancient times, a man and a woman must stay together for life, just for women and men to be together, it is natural, it is nature, it is God's will.So she feels awkward and uncomfortable in the group of girls, and when she is with boys, she immediately becomes at ease, as if she is at home, she suddenly has inspiration, and she will have unexpected little wrists, unpredictable expressions, and endless meanings. clever mouth.I didn't even expect it, it became a kind of artistic creation.If flirting is considered art, then she is a first-rate artist. However, it is boring to be loved all the time, she really wants to love others well, love to the point of death.So, I wanted to love to the death, and at the end of the love, I felt that it was very tiring, and it was a little funny, as if I was acting, so I gave up loving.I think it's better to love lightly and delicately.She thought, maybe it's not considered true love. True love doesn't care about life or death.But she also felt that she was also a true love, she did not mix any falsehood, she loved with a true nature, and then she became confused, not knowing what was true and what was false.Anyway, she couldn't do without a boy, she couldn't do without being loved, and she couldn't do without a lover, so let's live it like this!Who told her to be pretty?Who told her to be lovable?Who told them all to love her?Anyway, she has no responsibility at all, she can love freely. But the girl's mother knows that a person can only truly love one person in a lifetime, and can only make one person truly love.To love someone and be loved by someone is steadfast.But she also knew that maybe she would never meet this one and only person in her whole life, maybe she just had a face-to-face meeting in her whole life, and passed away without knowing anyone.Maybe it's because they found each other and got to know each other, but they couldn't get together in two places, and they couldn't even touch each other, so forget it.She has infinite hope and patience for the girl, she has to pay attention to the girl, she believes that as long as this person flashes past her eyes, she will be able to catch him and prevent him from passing. The siren of the pier by the river blew long and short. There is nothing sweeter than a honeymoon.He forgot the past, and also the future, and was filled and permeated by the real joy of the present.Gentleness never expected.Only then did he discover that his skin had been hungry for thirty-three years, longing for thirty-three years.The caress of a woman is so exciting and intoxicating. "I want to be nice to you." He murmured to her, "I want to be nice to you." He murmured repeatedly.Only by treating her wholeheartedly for a lifetime can I repay her tender caress.He felt that her caresses had saved his whole life.They were tender almost all night, only to feel that time passed too fast.The sky-blue curtains were thinner and paler before they were completely dark, revealing the shadows of the window lattices.The room was only seven square meters, and a corner was squeezed out from the props, and a wall was built and a door was opened.However, this is the most beautiful room for them.Because of her placement, everything feels as comfortable as at home, and because of the cleanliness he inherited from his mother, he wipes it clean and looks brand new, and the dilapidated damage that cannot be concealed is like a simple decoration. Anti-chic.The four-foot-wide double bed was against the south wall, almost touching the head and feet, and a stack of boxes was just squeezed on top of it.The box was covered with plastic sheeting, a row of music scores, and a small photo of the two of them.A large cabinet stands on the north wall, and the room seems to be a little darker due to the reflection of the mirror on the cabinet door.Between the cupboard and the bed is a window, under the window is a square table covered with a clean white tablecloth, and four square stools are stuffed under the table.Opposite the table is the door, and beside the door are coal stoves, cupboards, and some eating utensils.There is no more warm and thoughtful nest than this.He almost thought that he had suffered thirty-three years of suffering and sin for this day's reward. Now that he has a home, he feels safe and at ease.He feels the warmth and reliable protection of his home all the time.The enclosure followed him, surrounded him, and made him brave and cheerful.He was no longer afraid of human contact, no longer afraid of human society.He slowly lowered his arms and relaxed his guard.Home narrowly encloses him in the bustling world, but his life expands instead.Because he has a retreating rear, he even dares to make a little aggressive effort. He began to have friends, some friends from the South who were not very proud of themselves.With them, he can feel less inferior and thus more at ease.He began to treat guests in his little den, pulling the square table out from the wall and leaning against the bed, so that people could sit on the bed.She can cook, all of which are southern dishes, such as egg dumpling noodle soup, pork ribs in tomato sauce, stir-fried green vegetables until green, and stewed tofu snow-white. She glanced at him inadvertently, and gently dissuaded him from drinking in moderation, but he restrained himself willingly.Her restraint made him feel extremely dear, and he was willing to curl up in her arms like a good child, and let her gently scold her.How much he was grateful to her! Her belly was protruding mysteriously, and she made a thin striped maternity shirt and put it over a sweater, looking innocent and solemn.As the belly gradually protruded, she became more tender and considerate.It seems that while nurturing the life of the baby, it also nurtures the mother's love.In her presence, he actually learned to be naughty.In the evening, she took off her shoes and leaned against the quilt to knit a cute little sweater and woolen pants.He also took off his shoes and rested his head on her protruding belly. "Don't forget your husband for the sake of your son," he said.She gently hit his forehead, nose, and cheeks with the cute half-knit woolen trousers and sweater, and her hands were still knitting diligently.Then he picked up the balls of thread and pulled them for her one by one, gossiping here and there, ridiculously boring.She ignored him and let him talk nonsense. Seeing that he was talking absurdly, she smiled and leaned up, bent her head, and rubbed her chin on his forehead.He looked at the hazy moon behind the sky blue curtains, thinking about the stories he used to listen to when he was a child, but he had long forgotten but remembered now, and fell asleep.When he woke up, he found that he was lying in the warm blanket, with a pair of soft and firm arms surrounding his shoulders. He was extremely at ease and happy. The child was born, a daughter.It seems that he hasn't enjoyed the joy of marriage enough, and it's too late to experience father's love.It also seems that he has not tasted enough motherly love, so he is not in a hurry to become a father.But with his gentle and kind nature, he still loved the wrinkled little thing and welcomed her into his life.And she will never let him feel that his love has been divided, and she will not let him feel that that little thing is sharing her warmth with him.It made him think that since then, two women love him together, making him richer.The love in her heart is unabated, almost endless.She hugged her daughter and let him hug her completely, or let him hug her daughter and let her hug her completely.Because of her deep love, she is stable and self-reliant, but she also gave birth to countless small tricks of warmth. In the dead of night, one big and one small fell asleep, she stared at them, the happiness and satisfaction in her heart was indescribable.She regards them all as her own children, and they all have a flesh-and-blood connection with her, but the form of the connection is slightly different.The big ones are like the little ones, weak and helpless, she is their protection, and she has an inescapable responsibility to them.This duty comes from the ties of flesh and blood, and this duty makes her happy.She kissed the little one and then the big one, and felt that she was the richest person in the world. "I want to treat you well." She murmured into the older ear, "I want to treat you well." She whispered into the younger ear again.Treat them well to repay their dependence and affection on her. The moon in the miscellaneous forest has never been brighter.