Short story ∥ Encounter in a small town

一

In this palm-sized city, if there is any disturbance, the whole city will be in an uproar.

On this main street, there is a small household facing the street. There are two steps to enter her house.

There is a field-shaped glass window on the east side. The maroon paint is slightly old. The west side is blocked with bricks. There are two doors inside and outside in the middle. There is a maroon window on the inside. The face is covered with maroon paint. A yellow-painted door stood open outside.

The street is both her courtyard and the passageway to her home. Other people's homes have natural barriers when they return home, but her home is just one foot away and one foot away.

The place that is better than the street is only enclosed by the doors, windows and walls on the wall of the house.

This is the kind of home she has lived in for decades. I am used to the restlessness in the streets. Regardless of autumn, winter, spring or summer, I am woken up early every day by street sweepers.

Because of this, she took the time to get up and clean up the house.

In the past, she worked as a worker at the Sanba Oil Refinery in the city when she was young. Later, she quit because the factory had no future. Later she moved into this small house facing the street.

Since then, she has started her own business independently.

Later, she learned to cut her hair in this front room that was both a home and a shop.

Although the business was average, he also met a lot of people.

Alas! She let out a long sigh.

How many years have passed, and the good girl does not mention her courage back then. He died a few years ago, after being separated from her for many years. Now that the person is gone and the thing is no longer helpful, it is time to let it go.

She took a look in the mirror, touched her old bark-like face, and sighed heavily.

On an autumn night, the lanterns are first put on.

The small town under the night was covered with a thin veil of strange light, blurred and dim. The alley that leads deep is quiet and spacious, and the gentle breeze rustles the golden leaves.

Occasionally, the leaves blown by the wind rolled into fine waves, one after another, as if she could not calm down her long-pressed mood.

They met in this small town.

She is indeed a bit old now. One day, in this alley, a man walked towards her. He took the initiative to introduce himself, and he said to her: "I know you, you have a good haircut, I remember you. At that time, you were still very young, and everyone praised you for your beauty. In fact, for me, I feel that now You are more beautiful than when you were young. Compared with your appearance then, I love your tortured face now. Really, please believe me, you torture me so much. I don’t care about your age.”

She took his soft hand hard and looked at it carefully. Shaking his head slightly, he kept mumbling, "I can't remember, I can't remember."

"If you think about it carefully, we even danced together, and you praised me for being handsome." You can dance again, you really don’t remember?" He looked at her and said.

"Look at my memory." She patted her frown thoughtfully.

"Oh, you are Xiaoguan,"!

"Yes, you finally remembered, Sister Ai." He looked at her with relief and said.

"Isn't it? You know how good you are at dancing and you love me so much." She said excitedly.

As she spoke, she held him affectionately in her arms and sobbed.

She never dreamed that at such an age, someone would still care about her and be so in love with her. She felt dizzy and felt as hot as if she had been in a furnace.

The next day, the news came out unexpectedly...

Part 2

Sister Ai had no idea when she returned home that night. All she knew was that she didn't want to go back to that home. She kept grinding.

At this moment, her cheeks were blushing in the mirror, and her eyes were filled with surprise. She suddenly felt like she was hit by a torrential downpour. The wanton torrent eroded her long-dried and cracked land, and she let out a miserable and weak moan in defeat, as if her soul and body were naked and exposed to the sun. Down; suddenly it is like spring breeze turning into rain, gently rippling on the water surface, stunning and refined, like swallows whispering the fragrance of buds.

Her chest was heaving and her breathing was rapid. She kept flapping her disheveled hair, and her trembling heart had nowhere to hide.

"I can't stop the sad tears from flowing down drop by drop," she sang in front of the mirror, her eyes filled with tears.

This sentence from Hequ Radio 2’s “Walking to the West Exit” has been her favorite tune since she was young.

She hums when she is happy and hums when she is depressed. Singing it, she felt that the depression full of sadness and desolation could be released and comforted to the maximum extent.

"Is it true? Is it true?". She kept asking herself in the mirror. It had been decades since she left that dead ghost, and she felt that she was living a comfortable life.

You are at ease, but at night, you are like an old temple visitor, so lonely that you can’t even keep a mouse. But over the years I gradually got used to it.

You see, you are the one who wants to kill me. You never come early or late, but you got into my eyes when I was not mentally prepared.

When she failed to sit still, her body bounced up and fell back to the old chair. Peeping at her in the mirror from time to time, and then taking a look at herself in the frame like a hibiscus.

I can't believe it looked so charming and charming then.

At this moment, she was alone in a corner like a fallen flower and a willow. She seemed to be locked in a dark and dense forest, and could not help but tremble with chills. She was confused and confused, shaking her head like a rattle, impossible, impossible!

"If I were ten years younger, according to your current age, they would be a really beautiful couple. But with my appearance, he would be just like what he said. Don't be ridiculous, I would rather believe a mule than a man’s mouth.”

Alas! She let out a long sigh. Strangely enough, when Sister Ai thought about it, her anxious heart seemed to calm down a lot.

Three

Xiaoguan’s unexpected behavior really moved me. Over the years, every time he thought of Sister Ai, he felt an inexplicable pity that even he himself could not explain clearly.

When he got home, he put wine, pig head meat and various cooked foods on the coffee table, rubbed his pointed and slender fingers, and almost danced with excitement.

Opening the DVD, a soulful former Soviet song "Cranberry Blossoms Bloom" was sung melodiously and smoothly. He co-wrote the song and hummed it in his unique baritone voice.

After he prepared the food, he opened a bottle of Wuliangye and poured it into the cup. Then he picked up a thick piece of pig head meat and put it into his mouth, and then picked up a few cooked peanuts. Put it in your mouth, chew it slowly, then pick up the cup, raise your head and drink the wine in the cup. Vague lyrics came from the nasal cavity, "If I don't have the courage to speak out, I'm in a state of hesitation. My sweetheart will guess by herself."

After many years, he finally boldly told Sister Ai what he had buried deep in his heart. I expected Sister Ai to reject him bluntly, but unexpectedly she held him in her arms and started sobbing.

He was excited and determined to get himself drunk. He did this not to cheer himself up by drinking, but to embolden himself and Sister Ai at an age that was not commensurate with his age.

He knew that in such a small town, even though he didn't care about her age, the people on the street would, and they would even attack her in groups. Even spittle and stars can drown people.

When he was young, he had a relationship with someone, and they fell in love with each other, but the girl's family thought he was poor, and they eventually broke up.

Decades have passed in a blink of an eye. Even though Sister Ai is many years older than him, he just can't let go of her. A few years ago, when my mother was still alive, he couldn't go around her and make arbitrary claims.

Now that he is quite old, he needs someone to keep him company and talk to. Besides, he's not so busy now that he's retired from the coal mine.

He thought about it, grabbed the wine bottle, poured another full glass, and handed it down smoothly with "Gudu".

What a pleasure! He deeply respected Sister Ai for not rejecting him head-on.

A burst of graceful singing "The red plum blossoms by the river have withered, but the girl's longing has not diminished at all" woke him up. Oh, I didn't even turn off the DVD. It was a great sleep.

Alas! Look at the neighbors, they know how to feel hot and cold, which is really enviable. But now I have rice and noodles, but I still have to go hungry. For the first time in his life, he felt the loneliness of this home. He couldn't help but feel sad.

At this moment, he thought of Sister Ai again. Don't build a house because you're afraid of the wind. No matter who wants to say it, just let them say it. As long as you are in love with each other, age does not matter!

Once a man has made up his mind, he will not change it lightly even if it takes time.

Four

Unexpectedly, Sister Ai and Xiaoguan’s side still had no trace of shit. Sister Ai’s fangirl farts were all over the street.

The next day, Sister Ai was awakened by a gentle knock on the door mixed with the sound of sweeping the street. While rubbing her eyes, she pumped her pants and shouted impatiently: "Who is it? It's so early. Is there anything wrong?"

"Sister Ai, it's us, please open the door quickly." Huahua Eryu replied eagerly.

"What's going on? It's such a storm that I can't even put on my pants." Sister Ai said.

"Hey, pretend, pretend, pretend as hard as you can, the street is full of rumors, and you are still fooling us here."

Huahua and Eryu are both following Sister Ai is a good sister who works together at the city's Sanba Oil Refinery. This Huahua is thick and dark-skinned. He talks quickly and has a voice like a bell. Eryu, on the other hand, has delicate skin, tender flesh, fair skin, and beautiful appearance. She talks coquettishly and coquettishly. Both of them are younger than Miss Ai.

No, their husbands passed away long ago and they are single now. They share the same illness and experience, so they often get together to talk about crazy things.

"Hey, Sister Ai, our neighbor in the same hospital saw Xiaoguan cuddling with you yesterday. I didn't expect you, an old guy, to learn to chew on lazy grass, right? Haha." Huahua said cheerfully.

"Huahua told me every night that you found a young man and a handsome guy. I don’t see what I can do. But you were a beautiful woman when you were young, and you are still beautiful when you are old. You can stop buyers. I heard that you were good at dancing before. I really didn’t realize it.” Unexpectedly, the two fish said this slowly, making Sister Ai’s face turn red.

She argued: "I haven't even seen a single horoscope yet. That young man is so much younger than me. How can you think about it?"

"When others don't see each other, but when we see each other, the fire can be contained in the paper." The two sisters said with a playful smile.

Sister Ai doesn’t take it seriously no matter what the sisters say. But talking about dancing brought back sweet memories for her.

Ten years ago, Mengyuan Dance Hall.

The lanterns are swaying in a colorful way, and the smooth floor is divided into wavy, blurry and mottled colors that appear and disappear by soft, dreamlike integrated beams of light. Pairs of handsome men and beautiful women danced to the soft and melodious music. The rhythmic friction of high-heeled shoes and modern shoes was drowned in the chaotic singing and dancing.

Although Sister Ai can't dance, she was fascinated by the melodious music and the young people's elegant dancing. She sat quietly on the long chair in the ballroom, looking at the pairs of proud dancers with wandering eyes.

I saw a pair of young men and women, dressed in blue and ink, with flowing shoulders. They looked like immortals or spirits, as if they had come from a dream.

After a while, their bodies were as light as swallows, as soft as clouds, their arms were as soft as boneless, and they grew lotuses with every step. After a while, it was like colorful butterflies flying among the flowers, elegant, soothing and free like a fairy.

Dance is the language of the body, and music is the soul of the dancer. She was so mesmerized by this scene that her heart rose and fell to the rhythm of the drums, as if she was the one dancing.

One moment she was extremely excited, and the next moment she was cowardly and humble. Listening to the heart-wrenching music, looking at his enchanting dancing and upright and strong figure, his eyes were shining with uncontrollable lust, and he was making a slurping sound, and he kept saying in his heart: Love me to death. Yeah, love me to death.

Closing her eyes, she tried to think about dancing with him. If possible, she would be willing to be held by him and dance to death with the prince charming in her heart with the passion of her life.

When the song ended, she wished that the young man who captured her soul could sit next to her and let her take a closer look. She touched her chest. Fortunately, her heart was still inside. Why do I feel like my heart is jumping outside.

She stared at the figure intently.

"Sister Ai, it's you. I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still so beautiful. I had a haircut at your place. I am Xiaoguan, do you still remember me?" Xiaoguan said softly. He patted Sister Ai on the arm and said with a smile, sitting next to her.

Sister Ai was only thinking about her own thoughts, and she didn’t even know when Xiaoguan came to her. Her face was so shocked that her face suddenly seemed on fire, as if her thoughts at the moment were all for Xiaoguan to guess. Thoroughly.

Her eyes froze and she said casually: "Oh...oh, I know, I know,..."

Sister Ai blushed and moved up shyly, quickly walking towards the door of the ballroom. He kept wiping the sweat from his face. In panic, she threw away her newly bought pink silk scarf.

Xiaoguan looked at Sister Ai's inexplicable behavior and felt very puzzled. He had completely lost interest in whatever dance music was playing next. Sitting numbly on the chair.

As he turned around suddenly, a pink silk scarf caught his eye. Could it be that Sister Ai dropped it in a panic? he wondered.

When there were only a few people left in the ballroom, he asked them all. People just shook their heads, and no one knew who the scarf belonged to.

So, he put the pink silk scarf away and put it on his body. If Sister Ai hadn't left it behind, it wouldn't be too late to take it back and hand it over to the dance hall bar. Thinking about it with little concern.

As for Sister Ai, the moment Xiao Guan suddenly appeared in front of her, it was as if she had been given a blow to the head. She was so startled that she panicked as if she was stealing. Walking aimlessly towards the street, when she remembered that her beloved silk scarf was missing, the dance hall was closed.

Next, Xiaoguan didn’t see Sister Ai for several days. He went to Sister Ai's house several times, and there were monkeys squatting on the door.

Since then, Sister Ai has actually gone to the dance hall more often. As long as she doesn't go for a day, she seems to be missing something. But when she got there, she shrank and hid at the door to peek.

"Isn't he just a Xiaoguan? Is there anything I don't dare to see? Is he a tiger that can eat me?" Sister Ai kept mumbling in front of the mirror.

She decided to touch this old face and go to the dance hall.

Sister Ai rummaged through the cabinets to find pieces of clothing that she liked. well! The flowers are too bright and the plain ones are too earthy. Yes, just this one.

"Look, this one is okay. It fits well and doesn't look old." She said to herself, then found her beloved pair of black slope high heels and oiled them. I traced my lipstick on the mirror.

He kept humming the tune "Take the West Exit" from "Er Rentai".

When Sister Ai was still sitting on the long chair in the ballroom, Xiaoguan saw her at first sight.

I saw Sister Ai wearing a red-bottomed plain floral leather jacket with velvet cuffs rolled up, and dark gray slightly flared trousers on the lower body. The corners of the trousers were neither high nor low, just matching the black square mouth. The upper of wedge heels.

A shawl of hair hanging down in waves, a pair of big, grape-like eyes under apricot shells, and two shallow eyebrows, exuding a charming and charming charm. The corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, and the lips are red and the teeth are white.

The figure is convex and concave, elegant but not gorgeous. It seems that the slightly hunchback reveals that kind of classical beauty.

She looked at Xiaoguan shyly, quickly looked away, and then stared at him again. I couldn't help but flap my hands left and right to the rhythm of the music.

After experiencing that embarrassment, Sister Ai looks much more generous today. Before the dance ended, she waved to Xiaoguan.

Before Xiaoguan could sit down, the dance music stopped abruptly.

Their heated conversation was suddenly drowned in the din. The two looked at each other affectionately, their eyes emitting a strange light.

"Sister Ai, you look very charming today. Do you want to learn to dance?"

She blushed and waved her hands repeatedly. "I don't dare, I don't dare!"

"I'll take you with me in a while. It doesn't matter, as long as you like it." Xiaoguan responded to her immediately.

"Do you think I can do it? I'm over 10 years old and I still dare to fight. No, I can't."

She hesitated but felt that she couldn't bear the persistence in action.

As the two of them talked, the music started playing again.

At this time, Xiaoguan picked her up and slowly walked onto the dance floor.

This is a pas dance. The slow movements are in sync with her clumsy steps, and they are dancing under dim lights.

This situation may have moved her a little bit. I saw her clasping her hands together and raising them to her forehead, chanting silently. Quickly, he put his soft and slightly wrinkled hand into Xiaoguan's palm.

When she touched those hands, an electric current spread throughout her body. She slightly tilted her fragrant head, trembling and whispering: "Xiaoguan, you are so handsome!"

"Sister, you look more beautiful than a fairy today." Xiaoguan said, pressing tightly against Sister Ai's hot body.

五

For many years, Sister Ai has longed to have such a pair of hands holding her. Snuggle up next to her and make her feel like a dream.

Yes, how I hope this woman who is older than me can become my significant other. well! Mom is still alive!

The music was like a flowing stream of clear and sweet spring water, refreshingly pouring over their whole bodies. Make them excited, intoxicated, and reluctant to leave for a long time.

Sister Ai, Sister Ai, what’s wrong with you? You’re stunned and laughing. What are you thinking about? Miss your sweetheart again? "Eryu shook Sister Ai and said.

"I thought you were crazy about missing the old man, you are so magical. "Huahua said loudly with her only front tooth exposed and spitting.

The sarcasm they said made Sister Ai seem to have just returned to reality.< /p>

Her eyes were dull and she shook her head in frustration. "Impossible, impossible."

Huahua and Eryu looked at Sister Ai. She looked like she couldn't say anything, so she left after being polite for a while.

Sister Ai looked at the old ticking watch and said, "Oh, it turns out it's getting late.

At this moment, although she was hungry, she had no appetite at all. She grabbed the pillow and threw her lazy body on the kang.

Lossed, depressed, anxious, and in a terrible mood, she could not calm down.

To be honest, she is not optimistic about her relationship with Xiaoguan at all. If you think about it, there is almost a generation gap between us, between mother and son. If you listen to the gossip between those two good sisters, you will know how painful and painful my heart is.

She felt extremely weak and unable to struggle and contend with these invisible forces.

You see, God is playing tricks on me too, with gusts of rain and gusts of wind. She felt powerless to overcome this hurdle.

At this moment, she really needs someone to encourage her and let her have the courage to love Xiaoguan bravely. But who would? What they gave me was almost a soft knife that was sarcastic.

Xiaoguan, you know, you calling me "sister" really makes my bones melt. How could I let you go so easily? I know that between you and me, there is either no love, no inability to love, or whether we dare to love. The only reason is "secular prejudice".

At this moment, Sister Ai is eager to see him. She has many things to say to Xiaoguan.

She felt that even if the whole world was with her, it would not be as fulfilling, fulfilling and safe as Xiaoguan being with her alone. She had never felt lonely and miserable before!

Guan, it’s not that I miss you because I’m in pain and loneliness, it’s that I feel lonely and painful because I miss you. Your embrace is the dependence I have never dreamed of in this life...

In just a few days, Sister Ai seemed to have entered her twilight years. His face was haggard, his expression was dazed, and he had lost all his former energy.

Humming the tune "Take the West Exit" of "Duo Ren Taiwan" also changed its tone, and there was no sound.

Looking at the well-organized cabinets, tables and chairs, and the lining on the bed that she had taken care of in the past, it was particularly eye-catching and annoying. Sister Ai couldn't wait to drop them and smash them to pieces to relieve her anger.

The house leaked and it rained continuously. You just say that this person is annoying me, but the weather is also annoying me. It rains and winds, and the sky is covered with fog.

Oh my god, tell me whether I can do this or not, but give me a word!

How can a lonely old woman like me endure such torture? Xiaoguan, whether it's life or death, please give me a good fuck.

Over the years, whenever something happened in her mind, she would talk to herself endlessly. It is true that trees have many roots and people have many old words.

She packed some food and went to bed early.

During the autumn rain and the cold, listening to the patter of rain outside the window and the footsteps of passers-by, she fell into a nap without feeling sleepy.

Suddenly, along with the sound of light rain being rustled on the window by the wind, she heard a gentle knock on the door.

"Sister Ai, Sister Ai, are you asleep? I am Xiaoguan. Let me see you." Xiaoguan called sincerely.

"No, no!"

Sister Ai answered hurriedly. Then the "Bata" light came on. Sister Ai's figure suddenly bent and then stood up. After a rustling sound in the room, the door "squeaked" open.

Xiaoguan has not yet stood firmly on his front feet, and has not completely put down the things in his hands. Sister Ai hugged Xiaoguan's arms with a passionate kiss, crying with joy and her chest heaving.

The two of them cuddled tightly together, stroking each other silently for a long time with their eyes closed, unwilling to let go for a long time. For a moment, the sound of rain became closer and louder, as if they were moved by the fact that they were finally married.

Come on, come on. There is no time left for people. Let the gossip go.

Ending

That night, the two indulged in a long kiss. Then, Sister Ai closed all the curtains, stripped Xiao Guan of all the wet clothes, threw them one by one to the corner of the kang, and wrapped him in the quilt. Xiaoguan's body, which was cold from the rain, suddenly felt a feminine warmth that he had never experienced before.

He roughly pulled off Sister Ai's underwear. I couldn't wait to hold her in my arms, running like a wild horse on the vast fertile land. After a period of panting like mist, Xiaoguan's naked and limp body was allowed to be caressed and comforted by Sister Ai. "Guanzi, do you regret it now?" Sister Ai said in a cooing voice.

"Sister Ai, sister Ai! My darling. I still want to...". Xiaoguan said angrily as he turned over and pounced on Sister Ai, who was all hot. Sister Ai pulled her Guanzi into her arms more violently. Close your eyes and quietly enjoy this wonderful time.

"Sand towel, my sand towel. Why is it in your hand?" He looked at Xiaoguan inquiringly with his eyes wide open. "oh!". Xiaoguan then narrated the whole story to Sister Ai.

"I really thought I had lost it. Unfortunately, I felt sad for a long time. It's better now!" they talked. In this way, they kept talking until dawn the next day before giving up.

So, before Sister Ai and Xiaoguan had finished their wedding ceremony, the news spread all over the city.

The novel is purely fictitious. If there are any similarities, please do not take it personally.