Chapter 15 Chapter Thirteen

One hot night, we were lying in bed chatting, suddenly there was a burst of loud cheers, noise, and then screaming "Success!" "Success!" "Nice!"... Turn on the light, open the door to see, the crowd ran out of the street as if they were fleeing.We too were taken hostage.There are already crowds of people in the community and on the streets, the sound of firecrackers is one piece, and the fireworks are blooming in the sky.Red flags, big and small, waved together.People in shorts, slippers, and pajamas were crazy, shouting, laughing, crying, jumping, and stomping their feet.Shirtless men patted their chests, some took washbasins and rice bowls and beat them desperately, and some painted graffiti on their faces.People clap hands and hug regardless of whether they know each other or not. The old women performed the Yangko, and the old people beat the gongs and drums vigorously.

The sound of Swallow's scream was an octave higher than others, and the frequency of stomping was a little faster than others. Soon, a circle was formed with Swallow as the center, attracting more and more people like a magnetic field, and Swallow led Watch them jump up.The bean like Shunzi and the stupid bird like me twisted their shriveled buttocks ugly, excited like a bull in heat. Follow the flow of people straight to Tiananmen Square.The capital is boiling like a pot of Mala Tang.The large building is full of brilliance, and a huge slogan "2008, Beijing won" hangs from the roof to the ground.More and more cars and people flocked to Tiananmen Square. Many people leaned out of the car windows, and one person stood on the roof of the car, shaking his head and blowing his horn.When the car arrived in Dongdan, it couldn't move, so I had to get out of the car.

The square is full of lights, and the tweeter is broadcasting the main theme song over and over again.The inside and outside of the square are impenetrable, and only an open space is formed in the middle. People in bright red and green are dancing dragons and lions, performing yangko.A few bold young people climbed to the heights and waved the national flag.Every time it flies, it attracts the echo of countless small national flags and overwhelming jubilation.A disabled person in a wheelchair, waving a small national flag, wept uncontrollably at the camera: "We Chinese——, today——, awesome!"

I just got back to my "home" in the early hours of the morning, and I hadn't woken up from the excitement yet. Yanzi and I were woken up by a hasty and rough knock on the door, and she quietly ran over and whispered to me, "Shut up, check the temporary residence permit." We held our breath and heard the chickens flying and dogs jumping and ghosts crying and wolves howling outside.I heard the landlord dealing with them, being scolded bloody, and finally heard the slow sound of the lock being unlocked, which seemed to open a door to hell.We hid in vain behind half a wall, and a defense saw the panic-stricken prey, like a spy discovering the underground party: "They're here! They're here!"

A few vicious defensemen came in and scolded the landlord: "Why is there no one? What is this?" The landlord faltered: "I thought they went out to work." I justified: "Last night, I had a carnival at the Olympics, and I slept like hell." A policeman came in, snorted and sneered a few times: "Hey, it's okay to live together!" He ordered to show his ID. Both Yanzi and I said that we had just arrived, and Yanzi added that her father was also a policeman.The policeman sneered: "A policeman's daughter must abide by the law." Yanzi pouted to find out the ID card. I forgot where the ID card was for a while, so I gave the laid-off certificate to a joint defense.This obviously consolidated his contempt for me and suddenly magnified it by N times. The dismissal card was "slapped" and thrown on the bed: "Who cares about this crap!"

I was furious: "Be more polite, this is given to me by the government!" This guy opened his eyes like a fucking cow egg, bared his teeth and roared: "Are you looking for a pump?" Before this guy made a move, the master stopped him.I suddenly remembered that the ID card was in the big manuscript bag, and I used it when I signed the contract and put it there.The policeman looked at the certificate and said, "You have to apply for a permit within a week after coming to Beijing, so come with us." I'm a little anxious, I don't want to take them for a walk, people on earth know it's not fun there, they might go in standing up and come out lying down.I hurriedly argued that my situation was special, and took out the voided contract, like grabbing a life-saving straw. The policeman just glanced at it: "This has nothing to do with us."

The police turned around and left, and several defensemen immediately came over and pushed and shoved. I wanted to say a few words, but there was no point.There are dozens of people in the small open space outside the building, men, women, old and young, of all kinds.They are being driven into several minibuses in batches.A group of community residents doing morning exercises and walking birds are pointing and poking around, just like watching a group of rare animals.An old lady scolded: "Why did you come to Beijing when you ran away? Can't you just stay at home?" An old man corrected her with a righteous face: "What are you talking about? Beijing is your home? Why can't foreigners come to Beijing? If people can eat in their hometown, who would like to come to Beijing?"

The old lady robbed: "Let me tell you what's the matter? My house has been robbed several times, but you haven't been robbed before? You even stole the meat and women's underwear from the balcony." The last sentence caused a burst of laughter, and even us stinky foreigners also laughed.It was quickly stuffed into the car, which smelled like us.Someone secretly took out his mobile phone, and as soon as he was fed, the defense team came over and slapped that person.The minibus was driving in the maze-like neighborhood, and the pale swallow whispered to me: "You won't send us back, will you?"

I comforted myself: "No way, just apply for a temporary residence permit." A person next to him said in a low voice: "If you want to be sent away, you will be dragged to sift the sand for a month or two, and you will be taken away after earning enough travel expenses. My buddy has been there before." Swallow was frightened, and began to sob.When I went to a grass-roots dictatorship, I was driven into an iron cage—the internment room.Less than ten square meters, at least twenty people were crammed in, and faint light penetrated through the windows of the room outside the iron cage.People were constantly being called out or carried out, stuffed in or thrown in, and there was a mess of crying and cursing.

Suddenly there was an unusually loud sound approaching from far away. A man was dragged into a cage as if kidnapped by several security guards.This man was young and strong, and he could withstand a few attacks at first, but he quickly lost his resistance when faced with the intensive attacks of rubber clubs, leather shoes, belts, and fists.He screamed and instinctively defended with both hands and arms.His defenses were stretched thin, he could protect his head but not his chest, he could protect his abdomen but not his back, he could protect his upper body but not his lower body, and even his strong line of defense—the hands and arms themselves were destroyed.The security guard beat and scolded: "I'll fuck your mother, you are awesome! I think you are awesome!"

The man suddenly fell to the ground, thrashing and howling amidst the continuous beating.His wailing was not sharp, like a voice from hell, deep and creepy.The people in the cage dodged around and squeezed into twists.Several women covered their faces and cried loudly.Swallow grabbed my arm fiercely and screamed desperately, as if she was the one being beaten.The attack continued, and I distinctly heard the majesty of clubs, boots, belts, and iron fists.The belt rattled, and the blows of the big stick and leather shoes were deep and firm but more lethal, and each hit severely wounded the man.I was the closest to the prey, and there was no way to retreat. Several times, these weapons were only a finger away from my face, and the air flow slid past my face like a hurricane.My facial nerves are spasming, my legs are trembling, my nerves are like a slingshot pulled to the limit, and I am ready to enjoy the pain of flesh and blood. After several rounds of intensive attacks, the burly man was ripped open and turned into a bloody monster. He lay on the floor full of filth and kept struggling to move, changing his body position to relieve the physical pain; his low and creepy sobs, It is like a resistance to the call of death, and a curse of self-destruction.No one dared to help him, and everyone was afraid: whether they would be next.In the end, the two women tremblingly took out toilet paper and threw it to him secretly. He didn't wipe the blood on his face, but the mixture of blood, snot, phlegm and saliva gushed out of his mouth and nostrils. From the breathless beating and scolding of the security guards, it was learned that this was a bicycle thief.Probably because he was tired from the beating, the security guard gave the prey the hardest blow, gave up, cursed and walked away.This gang of defenders, like the migrant workers all over the street yesterday, changed their skins today to get hundreds of dollars in rewards, and suddenly turned into beasts and moths. To deal with their former self, it is like a bloody revenge for killing their father.Slaves are really fucking stricter than their masters.At this time, you have to be full of despair and curse for the damn humanity. After at least an hour, I was led out.In another office, several people and I walked over according to the number, and were asked to press our fingerprints on a black X-ray film.I was suddenly nervous, and said boldly, "I'm not a prisoner, why should I press it?" Police: "Stop talking nonsense!" I said, "I'm not talking nonsense, I'm just saying I'm not a criminal, not even a suspect." "Everyone is a potential suspect." "Then you can't see who catches who. Guilty is presumed." I muttered, and the policeman got angry: "Why are there so many nonsense? If you tell you to press, you will press!" "I have an ID card, the purpose of coming to Beijing is legitimate, and I have a contract to prove it." I dared to talk back, but the other policeman was more gentle: "We handle the case according to the law, and we specialize in chasing fugitives. If you don't follow, you will be suspected." I reluctantly stretched out my right hand, and the policeman grabbed my wrist and pressed on the huge black film.After fingerprinting, I was taken to another room by the milder policeman to take notes.He said that this is a routine matter and there is no need to be nervous. It is nothing more than verifying basic personal information.I took the opportunity to get close to this rather kind-faced policeman, and I said, look at my face, just like you, I don't look like a bastard at first glance.He smiled and said, "If the bad guys have words engraved on their faces, why do we need us?" "What will happen to this record after it's done?" I asked him cautiously, but he didn't look up: "Background investigation." "How long will that take?" "It depends." He said, "We have the right to detain anyone for 24 hours. If the investigation is not clear, we can extend the 24 hours." I was surprised: "Ah, two days? Will it be used to sift sand after being contained?" He said it depends on the situation: "The people who are detained are those who have no identity card, temporary residence permit and no work permit, which is what everyone calls the 'three noes' personnel." I was happy, isn't this tailor-made for me?Cozy enough.I pretended to be calm and asked how do you see my situation?He said mechanically: "How do I know what's going on with you? Isn't this just the beginning of the investigation?" I repeatedly said that I was a good citizen, and I emphasized that I came to Beijing at the request of the publishing house and asked to make a phone call.I made an oath and said with a shy face: "As soon as I finish my work, get out of Beijing immediately. You treat me as a fart—let it go!" The policeman laughed: "You are quite funny, I dare not treat you as a fart, besides, even if you are a fart, if the leader refuses to let you go, we don't dare to let go, will you destroy the air?" He buried himself in searching for information and ignored me.I complained: "Why is Beijing so hypocritical? The streets are full of 'Welcome to Beijing'. When you come, you will be arrested and led out of the hole." "Don't talk nonsense, why did we arrest you? We invited you here. Beijing is open to everyone. The problem is that you have to live legally." He glanced at me.I repeatedly said yes, and said that the police in the capital were of high quality and that they were going to be sent to other places. I had already got down on the ground and took the opportunity to ask for a phone call again. "See what you think of the policeman?" The policeman suddenly smiled and pointed at the phone. I found Tian Bao, who said he would be here soon, and was sent back to the cage to be released.The car thief is gone, leaving only a pile of filth.Yanzi looked at me in horror: "Why are you back? I thought you had gone out." "Hurry up, someone is coming to save me." "Then what should I do? Save me too." I said go out and think of a way.Tianbao's business card and carefree look are very useful. Seeing that I have become a caged thing, he thinks it is very funny: "Hehe, is it safe now? Going to sieve the sand can be considered as a practical contribution to the construction of the capital." Fortunately, the darkness belied the embarrassment.The security let me out, Yanzi followed and was sent back, only to hear her begging again and again: "Help me, boss..." Tianbao didn't want to be meddlesome, and said you should protect yourself first, she is not your wife, and the police next to her also said to mind their own business.I wanted to get my phone back, but the police asked me to apply for a permit first.Dejectedly, he followed Tianbao out of this grassroots dictatorship.I sighed: "I didn't recruit anyone, I didn't provoke anyone, what do you call this?" Tianbao said with a smile that this is also a rare life experience. If this continues, sooner or later, he must do something practical.He asked me if I still had money, I gritted my teeth and said not yet.When he left, he warned me to get the certificate quickly, and it would be troublesome if I couldn't find him next time.At the door of the barber shop, I met Liu Jing, she said luckily the boss knew someone, so she didn't go in. After I got the snapshot of my ID, I hurried to the grassroots dictatorship.Looking at the laws and regulations in the glass frame on the wall, there are three types of temporary residence permits: ABC, and C permits are issued to non-three-no persons who have been in Beijing for less than a year (key care objects); the other two are much more respectable, especially A permits. It is not enough to have real estate alone, but also to have a huge investment; or to be the daughter-in-law or uncle of a Beijinger.I took the form and joked: "Brother, the untouchables are also graded?" "Who's the big brother?" The expressionless "uniform" behind the counter was displeased, and then adjusted his glasses, it was indeed a woman. I quickly apologized in a self-deprecating way: "I'm sorry, your eyesight has dropped again, your hair is short, you look so energetic." "One hundred and eighty-eight yuan." She said coldly. I smiled and asked, "A certificate or B certificate?" "C." I showed a sincere smile: "As expected of a policeman, with piercing eyes, he put me in the cheapest category at a glance." "How do you call it cheap? I didn't say that." She typed on the keyboard slowly, and asked me coldly where I worked, and I casually mentioned Tianbao's publishing house.She dawdled for a while, then threw a receipt at me.At this time, you have no choice but to accept the receipt together with her contempt. In this way, I, a foreigner who has been wandering in Beijing for half a year, finally did not escape the capital's meticulous net.This is another official certificate given to me in just three years. It is as beautiful as the laid-off certificate, with a solid hard shell, a majestic seal, and an extra C!Although this certificate and the laid-off certificate have different names, they lead to the same goal by different routes-this is the proof that this person is a fart.This world needs absolute peace, and the existence of a fart is dangerous.I still have a sense of accomplishment, after all, it was given to me by my own capital. I informed Shunzi, and he asked the company to issue a certificate, which is also a shield before getting the temporary residence permit.To retrieve the phone, I have to save Yanzi.I thought twice, and decided to give the policeman who took the record a good look, and he was not put on airs.I bought a pack of cigarettes and stuffed two hundred dollars into it.Straight into his office, he is playing computer games.After talking nonsense, I stuffed the cigarette into his hand while no one was around, and whispered: "Thank you for your help, you can keep this cigarette and smoke it yourself - smoke it yourself." He looked down and stuffed the cigarette into his pocket as if nothing had happened.I then talked about Yanzi, and he smiled tacitly: "You go back first, she will leave in ten minutes." I was squatting in the woods outside, and I saw Yanzi come out talking and laughing with the policeman.We caught a car that dropped off right in front of us, and we were back "home" in two minutes.In the car, her joyful startled look was like being reborn after a disaster, which made the driver baffled.Once back "home", Yanzi lay on her back on her double mattress and giggled non-stop, her feet patting the mattress.I was inexplicably moved, and laughed and cursed: "Are you crazy?" "Hahaha, this mattress is still so comfortable! After standing for four hours, my feet are swollen." "If you are lucky, you can be detained for 24 hours according to the law, and another 24 hours will be extended, and then you will be sent to sieve sand, and finally you will be sent back." "Thank you boss!" she said, getting up. "Let's celebrate." "Why are you celebrating? We've run out of ammunition and food." I looked sad.She moved inside, patted the mat, motioned for me to sit down, took my hand and put it on her face: "Let's have sex." The suggestion startled me, and she nodded, blushing and bewildered.This happened too suddenly, like a fucking trap.I paused for a moment, reconfirming the authenticity of the matter.I stared sideways at her, her breathing began to come fast, and I sniffed her cautiously, like an old dog vigilantly sniffing a lump of food of unknown origin. Swallow suddenly screamed: "Take a bath! Let's all take a bath, our bodies stink to death." I had to get up and go take a shower.We took a shower in the small room separated by a board at the same time. We didn't speak, and we could hear the water from the shower head slapping against the solid ground and the two hungry and soft bodies.In the long-term turbulent life, my exuberant hormones have been as dusty as the polar glaciers.Even though she lives in the same room with Yanzi, she is often alone, and has never had any unreasonable thoughts about her.Although she's pretty, she's so blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.At this moment, the hot water, the lubricating foam and the gentle self-stroking make the dead instinct sway. Swallow left before me, and when I returned to the room, she was wearing loose gown pajamas, kneeling on the mattress, rubbing her wet, shiny hair with a dry towel.I complimented her for the first time: "You have beautiful hair." "Damn! People aren't pretty?" She retorted rudely, "Don't be silly, help me." I took the towel and soaked her up.She giggled: "I didn't expect the boss to be so gentle. If we didn't have three generation gaps, I would pick you up." I said, "Why are you making such a joke casually, young mistress, can you be more reserved?" "Damn! I think you're reliable, that's why you're so presumptuous." I was at my wit's end with her rude mantra, so I reminded her dissatisfiedly, "Why do you keep swearing?" Swallow asked back: "You don't open your mouth TMD, shut your mouth TNND (Note: TNND, a well-known country curse, suspected of 'his grandma', the same in the whole book.)?" "I'm a man, you're a woman! What are you going to learn from me, you brat?" I plausibly spoke, but Yanzi stared at me: "What's so great about being a man?" "Men can pee standing up, can you?" I showed my rascal face. "I can do it too!" Yanzi chuckled, "I was standing up when I took a shower just now, what's wrong?" I suppressed a smile: "Say——, I'm so fierce to you, why do you think I'm nice all of a sudden?" "Save me today, I knew you were going to save me." She put her arms around my neck, raised her refreshing face, and looked at me very softly.Agitated and restless, he blurted out: "I should thank that policeman." "why?" I told her the details, and she suddenly grabbed the towel and screamed, "Why don't you discuss it with me?" I was stunned: "Why should I discuss it with you? I'm not like this, why did you come out?" "I'm very familiar with that policeman, and he'll come out right away, so there's no need to spend the two hundred yuan." She said like a machine gun, "You even said to invite me to dinner." "What do you mean?" I also got angry, "I don't seem to believe that I spent two hundred yuan. If you don't believe me, you can ask the policeman. Anyway, he wants to treat you to dinner. Let me remind you, he paid you for it. You eat. This business does not lose money.” "It's not that I don't believe it, but that it's unnecessary." "I have a problem with imitating Lei Feng. I'm not in a hurry to ask you to pay back the money. How can I behave like this..." I was furious.Yanzi took out two hundred yuan and stuffed it to me abruptly, angrily: "There is still a pack of cigarettes, how much?" "Ten yuan." I sighed and said, "Let's forget about this." Yanzi took out another ten yuan and gave it to me, and walked away shaking the mountain.I stood still in the empty room with heat, shower gel, and the smell of male and female human bodies, like an old hunter who let go of the prey two meters in front of me, silently slapped myself a few times, died down, put the knife and gun into the warehouse, washed and slept up.