Chapter 9 Section 2 Husband and client

There are several hair salons in the village in the city.Since then, the hair salon has given up haircuts and replaced it with bone massage.The so-called massage loose bone is synonymous with intercourse. Prostitutes in hair salons often sit behind glass doors, topless.Every hair salon has special work clothes. I don’t know who designed this kind of clothes, but they are definitely designed for prostitutes. The neckline is extremely low and the slits are extremely high, but the most important parts are covered and left to the heart. Ghostly people have unlimited imagination.A prostitute in overalls sat behind the door and when she saw a man approaching, she shouted, "Come on, come on." Some prostitutes deliberately walked out of the salon when they saw a man coming, sticking out their trembling tits, and saw Attracting everyone's attention, he walked back pretending to be nonchalant.

Because of the "street girl", the business of the hair salon has been greatly affected.Because "street girls" are cheap, 30 yuan is fine, but the asking price of a hair salon is 100 yuan.The people who come and go to the villages in the city are migrant workers, and of course they are greedy for cheap.As a result, the girls in the hair salon were heartbroken towards the "street girls". They looked at the "street girls" and called them "bitch" and "broken shoes" in person. "Street girls" are a class lower than others, and they often hear it and pretend not to hear it, and run away in despair.

I usually sleep very late, and I always go back to the room after the yard is quiet.One early morning, there was a knock on the door downstairs. The sound was so loud that the whole building could hear it, but no one opened it.I believe that at that moment, many people in the room trembled and panicked.Suddenly all the lights were turned off, and someone sneaked open the rear window and jumped out. The knock on the door was still ringing, I was very curious, so I came to the gatehouse, through the crack of the door, I saw a woman standing helplessly under the dim street light.I asked, "Who?" A girl's voice replied, "Brother, open the door."

I opened the door, and the woman outside the door suddenly fell in.I saw that her face was covered with blood, her clothes were torn, and her feet were bare. It turned out to be Xiaolan. I asked Xiaolan: "What's the matter? What's the matter?" Xiao Lan cried and said, "I was beaten and my ankle was sprained." I saw that Xiaolan's right foot was so swollen that she couldn't even stand upright. I carried her on my back and walked around, looking for a clinic. There is a community medical station in this street, but it is closed now. I knocked on the anti-theft door through the fence for a long time, but no one answered. It is estimated that there is no one inside.I carried her on my back and walked towards the alley. There were no taxis in the alley.

Standing at the entrance of the alley, I finally stopped a taxi.The taxi driver looked suspiciously at Xiaolan's exposed breasts and thighs, and then at me, hesitating.Xiaolan said, "I don't have any money with me." I said, "I have money, hurry up and drive to the nearby hospital." Sitting in a taxi, I suddenly saw a clinic on the side of the road that was about to close. I shouted: "Stop, stop." I quickly got out of the car and walked in with Xiaolan on my back. There is an old doctor in the clinic, wearing presbyopic glasses, with two tutus drooping on his face, he looks very knowledgeable.He looked at Xiaolan's feet, then stretched out his cloth-shoeed foot, stepped on Xiaolan's right foot, supported her knee with his palm, and twisted suddenly, hearing a rattling sound, Xiaolan moaned With a sound, the dislocated joint was straightened.The old doctor applied some medicine to the scars on Xiaolan's face and body.

"How much?" I asked. The old doctor held out three fingers. "thirty?" "Thirty? Are you kidding me? Three hundred." I had to give 300 yuan. Sitting in the taxi back, Xiaolan talked about what happened. A few hours ago, Xiaolan was soliciting customers on the street, when a man came over, very thin, with clothes on his body, as if hanging from a tree branch.He was half a head shorter than Xiaolan, with a wretched expression, as if he hadn't woken up. After the two negotiated the price, Xiaolan walked in the direction of the rental house.After walking more than ten meters, seeing that the man did not follow, Xiaolan went back and asked what was going on.The man said, go to the hotel, go to your house, I am worried about being beaten by your boyfriend.

Xiaolan thought this man was very funny and thin, so she relaxed her guard and decided to follow him.The man called a taxi, and the taxi walked for more than ten minutes before arriving in front of a hotel.The hotel has three floors. There are three flagpoles erected at the entrance, and three flags of different colors are flying. It looks like a three-star hotel, but it is actually a private hotel. As soon as Xiaolan entered the door, a man behind the door grabbed her neck, fell on the bed, and then tore her clothes.The terrified Xiaolan saw that the man was very strong, with red bumps all over his face.In that room, Xiaolan was gang-raped.In order to cover up Xiaolan's yelling, they turned up the TV very loudly.

After finishing the work, Xiaolan waited for their money.The thin man picked up Xiaolan's clothes, took her mobile phone and the few tens of yuan she had.Xiaolan cried and said, "Please, please, give me your phone." The skinny man slapped Xiaolan on the face, and Xiaolan was thrown to the floor like a piece of clothing.Before she could get up, the muscular man stepped on her face, calling "stinky bitch" as he stepped on it. The thin man said, "Kneel on the ground, face the wall, and don't turn your head." Xiao Lan followed suit.Just when she knelt down, the strong man kicked her again: "Turn around, I will kill you." Xiaolan fell on the floor, cried and got up again, kneeling facing the wall.

After a long time, Xiaolan felt that something was wrong, she secretly looked back and saw that she was the only one left in the room.The strong man and the thin man did not know when they had left. When Xiaolan went down the stairs crying, she sprained her foot.She didn't dare to let others know her identity, and she didn't go to the hotel waiter to inquire about the situation of the two men.She walked all the way, and it was almost dawn when she reached the rental house. After Xiaolan was ransacked that time, she went to find the cripple.The cripple said, "If you encounter this kind of thing again in the future, just call me."

A few days later, Xiaolan got a man and went back to the rental house. After the end, the man only gave him 20 yuan.Xiaolan said, why is the 50 yuan agreed upon so low?The man said that he always only gave 20 yuan, and he was ready to go out after speaking.Xiaolan grabbed him, and he slapped Xiaolan's face as soon as he shook his hand.Xiaolan took out her phone and dialed the cripple's number.A few minutes later, the cripple led several people to stop the man in the yard, and they beat him violently. The man had no choice but to kneel down and beg for mercy, and had to take out all the money on his body.

I happened to be in the yard that day and saw the horrible scene.In order to please Xiaolan, the cripple kicked the man one after another with his good foot, avenging Xiaolan with a heroic gesture of saving the beauty.The man was covered in blood all over his body, and all the places on his body that could be swollen were swollen. At first, he could keep begging for mercy, but then he lost the strength to even beg for mercy.Seeing the complete victory, the cripple stood proudly in front of Xiaolan like a brave rooster, bragging, "There is nothing I can't handle here." Then he took the gangsters away. Later, I found out what company the lame man belonged to.The company whose name I have now forgotten was run by local thugs, young and old, who acted as protectors of prostitutes and also collected debts.If prostitutes encounter disputes, they will rush over to "escort" them with lightning speed.But the prostitutes pay them protection money. According to Xiaolan, the protection fee is 20 yuan per person per day.The prostitutes who paid the protection fee will no longer be afraid of the harassment of hooligans and clients who don't pay. The cripple saved Xiaolan from being bullied, but the cripple made Xiaolan go farther and farther on the road of crime until she was finally killed.But that was much later. There are many prostitutes from other places in the provincial capital. Those who are good-looking go to hotels and nightclubs, and those who are not good-looking become "street girls".In this courtyard, there are different accents, with different accents; and the clients are also like this, with all kinds of strange things. Xiaowen is still often beaten by her husband who plays mahjong. In the eyes of her husband, mahjong tiles are much more intimate than Xiaowen.In order to avoid being beaten, Xiaowen's daily life has become very simple: constantly receiving customers and making money. Every afternoon, before it was time for dinner, Xiaowen came out early and stood alone on the side of the street, wearing long-sleeved trousers to cover the arms, legs and feet injured by her husband.A familiar prostitute passed by and greeted, "Go to work so early?" Xiao Wen smiled sadly, turning her back to wipe away the welling tears. Xiaowen attracts all kinds of customers, whether they are old or young; ugly or handsome; neatly dressed or sloppy... In order to attract more customers, Xiaowen had to lower the fee.This made many prostitutes full of complaints and resentment. They said Xiaowen broke the rules.Xiaowen even accepts jobs worth 20 yuan. They say Xiaowen is a pig who "eats everything, even garbage." At that time, I was sitting under the eaves of the concierge, and I could often see Xiaowen going in and out.A dozen meters behind her followed people who could be her grandfather.Xiaowen was a little shy when she first saw me, but she became calm later.I saw that Xiaowen's eyes were very empty, as if she had seen everything.Once, she brought in an old man on crutches, and the old man came out after a while.Holding a cane in his hand, he talked about life values ​​and revolutionary ideals to Xiaowen, teaching Xiaowen to be a useful person to society.I was drinking soda and it almost sprayed the roof. Another time, when I was sitting under the eaves, I saw Xiaowen and a cadre-looking man in a Chinese tunic suit walked in.At that time, few people wore Chinese tunic suits. The man had meticulous hair and a dignified expression.Xiaowen and her husband live opposite the concierge, less than ten meters away from the concierge.They have been in for a long time and have not come out yet.About an hour or so later, I heard Xiaowen's impatient voice, as if the cadre-like person was touching her body.The cadre shouted unhappily: "I paid for it." After about ten minutes, they came out.The cadre walked beside Xiaowen and taught Xiaowen: "You are young, what is not good to do, why do you want to do this?" After hearing this, I really wanted to rush up and beat him. Although Xiaowen is desperately earning money, her husband's craftsmanship is indeed too stinky.He always loses, and when he loses, he asks Xiaowen for money, but Xiaowen dare not refuse to give it.Their relationship is beyond comprehension for many people.People can't imagine why Xiaowen found such a lazy man who only knows how to play mahjong and has terrible skills?I can't even imagine why this man would force his wife to pick up customers and prostitute again and again? During my unannounced visits later, I discovered that there are actually many such things. Many men live on soft food and rely on their wives to prostitute themselves;These are pretty whores.The most secret and dirty side of human beings are exposed among these whores.When they were together, they often exchanged ideas about who received the most guests and who kept the pretty boy. I once saw a prostitute who was very beautiful. Every few days, a wretched old man would come to her rented house for the night.These prostitutes generally don't keep people overnight, lest the police suddenly check at night.For a long time I couldn't guess what their relationship was, and when the whore received customers, the old man would be in there, drawing the curtain to hide himself.Until now, I don't know what relationship they belong to.Once, this beautiful prostitute ostentatiously told other prostitutes that the old man was the manager of a large shopping mall and was very powerful. In this community of prostitutes, there are too many things we can't think of.We cannot use common sense to judge this group, because this is a group of people who have no moral bottom line, no standard of good and evil, and no concept of right and wrong.Our unbelievableness is normal in their eyes, but our normality is unbelievable in their eyes. One day, Xiaowen was beaten and scolded by her husband again because of the lack of money.Everyone has become accustomed to their quarrels and fights, and no one cares about them.Out of sheer righteous indignation, I walked into their rental house.When Xiaowen saw me, she grabbed my arm and hid behind me, like a drowning person suddenly grabbing a life-saving straw.I said, "How can a husband beat his wife all day long?" Xiaowen's husband was aggressive, with the veins on his neck bulging, like a rooster that would jump up and peck someone at any time.With a nonchalant expression on his face, he squinted at me and said, "Who are you? It's none of your business for Ge Laozi to beat up his housemate?" This dry-boned man won't listen to any of my persuasion.He thinks his wife is his, and he beats and scolds whenever he wants.Later I found out that this man and Xiaowen were both from Daliangshan, Sichuan, and neither had attended school.All their life experiences come from word of mouth passed down from their ancestors.No wonder he likes to beat his wife, no wonder his wife dare not resist. After being beaten, Xiaowen quickly forgot what to do, what to do, what to cook for her husband, and what to wash for her husband.The husband also enjoys all that the prostitute's wife provides with peace of mind. I often think, when one day Xiaowen gets old and stops being a prostitute, how will she sum up her life experience?Will her husband regret what he has done in his life?Will these years of prostitution experience leave an indelible mark on their hearts? Maybe not, because they think it's normal, they don't think it's a shame.Just like a thief will never think that he can't steal something that is not his own, a thief thinks that others have it, but I don't have it, and it is only natural for me to take other people's things.Maybe Xiaowen's husband thinks that his wife is idle when she is idle, and if she is asked to solicit customers to make money, there will be nothing missing anyway, so why not do it? Xiaowen doesn't have a TV at home, so she can't afford it.Many prostitutes in this yard have TVs in their homes, the kind of assembled TVs that can be bought for two or three hundred yuan.In the narrow streets and alleys of the villages in the city, there are often men riding tricycles, shouting "receive old furniture and old TV sets".The tricycle drove past slowly, and the uneven road made their shouts thin and long, like rubber bands.These old TV sets were given to the waste collection station by the men who bought them at a very low price, and the waste collection station sold them to the home appliance repair department.The appliance repair department reworks, replaces unusable parts, and replaces them with new casings.In this way, a TV that looks brand new is assembled successfully.These TVs cannot enter the big shopping malls, so they are sold in some small shops.Prostitutes buy such TV sets because they are ready to leave at any time, and when they leave, they will take nothing but their bank cards and condoms. Xiaowen doesn't have a TV at home, and she likes watching TV very much.Sometimes she salivated and came to watch TV at the door of other prostitutes, but she would always be stared at by others.I have a small TV in my rental room.The unbranded TV must have been left behind by the prostitute who lived there, and she used to watch it often.Sometimes, watching her sing along with the singers on TV, her bright eyes full of fascination, I feel that she is still a child. Her husband is addicted to mahjong, so he doesn't care whose house his wife lives in. In this way, Xiaowen and I gradually became friends.