Chapter 12 Purple Mo Hongchen (12)

The sun was shining brightly in the mirror of our room at the guest house.I comb my hair in the mirror.I peer into my heart through my face.Comrade Mao's feelings about me were somewhat accurate.At this moment, my heart is like a desert.With friends is to eat and drink, talk and laugh.You do something for me, I do something for you, you say good things about me, I flatter you a few words.It's all clichéd, and the soul never trembles.The tea gets cold when people leave.The wind blows through the ravine and it becomes flat.I am like this? I think not.I don't want to be.A fuchsia telephone jumped into my sight.I stared at the phone for a long time.See the moon rise during the day over Madian Bridge.I do have real friends.This friend of mine is like a brother to me, like a brother.Although we are thousands of miles apart and we have not heard from each other, I believe I have his key and he has mine.

All I have in my hand is the six-digit phone number he left behind a few years ago, and Beijing has seven digits now.I can't find him. I slowly raised the microphone, my heart full of affection.Make one last call in Beijing.The problem of the phone not being able to get through is the problem of the phone, I only prove my heart. I dialed the six digits slowly, but I never expected the call to go through.As soon as I called, I heard him ask: "Who is hey?" I was flustered, blushing and staring at the microphone. He said, "Hey, please talk." I said dully, "I'm sorry, I thought the phone wouldn't work."

"Oh——" he let out a long oh, and instantly deleted the gaps of several years, and said gently: "Miss, the phone has always been connected." "Isn't Beijing seven figures?" "The last inning left is six figures." After discussing the facts, I don't know what to say, I am too unprepared. He said, "Have you come to Beijing?" "I'm leaving Beijing." "when?" "tomorrow." I have indeed become a cunning person.A moment ago I had no intention of leaving any day.As soon as the friend got on the head, he tried the red and white with the blade.Don't give him time or leeway, and see how he handles it.

He said, "I can't see you off tomorrow. I'm sorry." I smirked and said, "It's okay. What are you up to?" "Busy 'two sessions'." I didn't realize it for a while: "What's the 'two sessions'?" He said: "Look at you, such a big national event: two meetings of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference and the National People's Congress." "What is your relationship with the 'two sessions'?" He thought my question was ridiculous. "I'm at a meeting. Got it?"

I suddenly remembered his name that I usually see in the papers, and I am always glad that he has become a character.How could I forget now. "Understood." I said, "You are involved in politics, and you are a relatively famous person. Then you should be busy, and you don't have to send me off." "How about this. I have two hours to spend freely at dinner time today, and I will treat you to a meal." I said: "Don't eat." When I said no to eating, all the grievances and disappointments of my trip to Beijing flashed back to my eyes, and tears welled up in my eyes.

"Don't cry," he said. "I can't help myself now. I can't see you or play with you. But we can have a meal together." I said calmly, wiping my tears, "I didn't cry, and I didn't have time to eat this meal." We stopped talking.A kind of infarction-like discomfort slowly rolled over from our hearts. He said, "Then don't eat?" I said, "Don't eat. Goodbye." This time I was sure my key was not lost and he lost it. I immediately set out to get the train ticket to leave Beijing tomorrow. Comrade Mao accompanied me and the ticket dealer Lao Zhao to talk about buying illegal tickets.The three of us sat on the dirty sofas in the guest house, facing the world clocks that never moved.Old Zhao Changyi has a big head of a northern man, with a cropped cut, and said with a nose

He speaks old Beijing dialect, and his tongue is full of random curls, and his sentences are straightforward.The rule of looking for Lao Zhao to buy tickets is that you must pay the handling fee in advance.The same-day hard sleeper ticket to Wuhan costs 500 RMB.The ticket for the next day is 300 yuan.Book tickets three days in advance, one hundred and fifty yuan.One week in advance, one hundred yuan. I said, "I want tomorrow." Old Zhao said: "Pay three hundred first, and pay the ticket price tomorrow." Comrade Mao said: "Can't you make it cheaper?" Old Zhao said, "Auntie, do you think this is a vegetable market to buy radishes and Chinese cabbage?"

I said, "Three hundred is three hundred. But why should I trust you? I give you the money and you never get it back. Where can I find you?" "It's easy to handle. I won't charge the money." Old Zhao pulled the lady at the service desk and said, "Can you just bet the money on her?" Lao Zhao was introduced to us by the general service desk of the guest house.I immediately counted three hundred yuan and handed it to the lady.I asked the lady to issue me a receipt. I packed everything up, sat in the room, and waited for the tickets.The next day, Comrade Mao went out to buy medical equipment, and hurried back to the guest house at noon, saying that he would send it to me.

Lao Zhao didn't come at noon.There is a call. "Tickets are really hard to get. Beijing is holding the 'two sessions'. Do you still need tickets?" "of course yes." "Do you want tomorrow's?" "yes." "The handling fee is still 300. I'll forget about the transportation fee I ran for nothing today." "Ok." I took out the towel, shook it and hung it in the bathroom.The years began to seem infinitely long. Another day when it was noon, Lao Zhao didn't come, and there was another phone call.The same phone call as yesterday.

There was still a phone call at noon on the third day.Do you want a ticket for tomorrow?want!That's still three hundred.Tickets are too difficult.Beijing is in a meeting! On the third day, Comrade Mao and I had a bad feeling.Because of this, Comrade Mao didn't go out to do errands, and stayed with me who was mad. "Why are Beijingers like this! Why are Beijingers like this!" Comrade Mao repeated this sentence repeatedly, pacing up and down the room with his brows frowning.I lay on the bed, staring at the sky, digging at the wallpaper with my toenails, with vicious thoughts of revenge swirling in my head.

On the morning of the fourth day, Lao Zhao called.He said he had tickets for tomorrow noon.Please take the ticket money to the newsstand on the west side of the train station square, someone will give you the ticket. I turned over and got up and put on my coat to get the ticket.Comrade Mao stopped me: "Wait! There is a conspiracy here." "No. They won't deny me a ticket." "No. I mean that you actually booked the ticket with Lao Zhao three days in advance. The handling fee should be 150 yuan. In order to earn an extra 150 yuan, Lao Zhao always lied to you that he was buying tickets for tomorrow. Comrade Mao stood up, frowning: "Now the matter is clear. Lao Zhao can only have a ticket in three days, but he tricked you into paying an extra one hundred and fifty yuan." "Yes." I also suddenly understood.Don't you just want to make more money?Please come straight to the bottom of your heart and say, I can give it.It's not my money anyway.Why make someone wait for three days.How many teenagers have lost their heads! "How cunning!" Comrade Mao said with emotion, "Society has become like this! This is what happened in the capital, Beijing! If Chairman Mao knows, I'm afraid he will stand up from the memorial hall!" Comrade Mao and I have two ideas.She sees the big from the small, and worries about the country and the people.I don't care whether it's right or wrong, but I only think of blood for blood and tooth for tooth, and every inch of land will not let the anchor plant compete. "Let's go." Comrade Mao bravely puffed up his chest and took my arm. "I'll go to the station with you. I'd like to see what these traffickers look like." "No." I shook my head vigorously.I told Comrade Mao: "I don't want to let it go. My visit to Beijing this time is too uncomfortable!" "Shall we call the police?" "Private." Comrade Mao clapped his hands in surprise. "Don't do it, don't do it. Xiaomei, you are not familiar with the place and you are a woman." "It's really private. Just asking for justice. But I need your help, can you?" Comrade Mao looked at me for a moment and said: "Yes. I will go all out this time!" Comrade Mao spoke Hunan dialect excitedly. I really wanted to rush over, hold her hand tightly, tell her how sorry I was for my indifference on the first day we met; tell her how difficult my life in Beijing would be without her company suffer; tell her I will always remember and miss her.However, I didn't move, didn't say a word, just stood there stupidly, not daring to look at her.Comrade Mao went to the bathroom and cleared his choked throat and blocked nose amidst the sound of running water. Ten minutes later I went out with my travel bag.Comrade Mao stood in front of the window and kept waving at me. I picked up the ticket at the train station square without any problems.It went surprisingly well.A woman approached me and asked, "Red eyebrows?" I nodded.The woman clenched her fist in front of my eyes, holding a hard sleeper train ticket in her palm.She held out her other hand.I put the prepared ticket money in her hand, she didn't count the money, she just looked at it, and then the ticket came into my hand.She put her hands in her pockets, turned and left.