Remnant snow and eagles
Small**
Wen Sun Yanhong
Wu Xuelin was half-lying in the bed, with the body temperature of a fat, swarthy man still beside her. She thought about her body that had been weighed down by this rough-skinned, thick-skinned, big-bellied body, and began to feel sick to her stomach, feeling that this man was becoming more and more selfish, stingy, and vulgar, and the undigested food in her stomach began to pour into her throat. She held back the nausea and prepared to leave the black-skinned man completely.
She couldn't help but resent her sloppiness and ignorance, how could she find a widower as a lover without thinking about it, not keeping the bottom line.
After Wu Xuelin divorced two years ago, she has been very painful in her heart, and after being confused for a while, she felt that she couldn't treat herself like this. is like a sister-in-law of Xianglin, who says when she meets people that it is her ex-husband's bad and that she is innocent, so as to win the sympathy of others. In fact, whether others sympathize with her or not, her life is already a piece of chicken feathers, and she has lost a lot on the battlefield of life. A woman who has no home, like a wildflower on the side of the road, everyone wants to pinch it, but no one is really willing to give her true heart, sometimes she is like a piece of stinky meat, attracting green-headed flies.
A few high school classmates, after listening to her confiding, also expressed sympathy, and were very enthusiastic to introduce her to the object. Pick and choose, among the many men, they are either too old, or eccentric and indifferent, or they are married for the second time or the third time, and when they meet, they never talk about personal hobbies and interests, first of all, they can't give Wu Xuelin a point about property, and secondly, they have to mention a number of unreasonable conditions, as if a divorced woman in her forties has become a "leftover", is a woman in her forty really a tofu scum, and she is not welcome. Besides, among the many men, they are either lonely and unheard, or they are vulgar, and none of them can enter her eyes.
This thick-skinned man also met at the dinner table of his elementary school classmates who moved to a new house. The man doesn't smoke and occasionally drinks a little. When he learned about Wu Xuelin's situation, he was quite attentive, pouring water, picking vegetables, shouting for warmth, quite enthusiastic, Wu Xuelin's impression of him at that time was very high, and he had a good impression, and he kept each other**.
After a few ** porridge hustle and bustle, Wu Xuelin knew that he was also alone, his wife died of breast cancer a few years ago, and his children stayed in the provincial capital to work after graduating from college.
Wu Xuelin, like him, has her own house, she has not yet reached the age of retirement, and there is no big improvement in the unit, she is all ordinary people. Wu Xuelin decided to deal with him first.
came and went, after all, they were all single, just like a long drought and nectar, dry wood and fire, and the two of them lived the life of a dewy couple.
At first, the black-skinned man was okay, he liked to cook, although it was not particularly delicious, but it could also be in the stomach. Gradually, when Wu Xuelin completely handed over her body to him, the man exposed many shortcomings on his body, and regarded Wu Xuelin's words as wind in his ears, sometimes showing great disrespect for her. reminded Wu Xuelin that the black-skinned man put on a shameless appearance of a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water and had a dead face. His essence was completely exposed, which made Wu Xuelin's heart recover a little just now, and the pain was great, like sprinkling a handful of pepper noodles, spicy and painful.
Wu Xuelin is a little clean, loves cleanliness, and is a little angry and young, a little literary fan, a little high-minded. She always believes that either reading or traveling, there is always one on the way between the soul and the body.
The black-skinned man is getting lazier and lazier, and many times the two people's personal views are not on the same channel, and neither of them can convince each other. The most excessive thing is that black-skinned men sometimes squeeze into the quilt without washing their feet, and the whole quilt stinks and smells rancid. Wu Xuelin was very unhappy and urged him to wash his feet, but the black-skinned man couldn't listen to a few words at all, and fell asleep, snoring like thunder. Wu Xuelin can accept it once or twice, but after a long time, her heart will be like a steamed bun that has been put aside for a long time, gradually growing black spots and layers of green hairs, and her heart is straight to respond.
Wu Xuelin didn't think about it anymore, got up from the quilt, put on a down jacket, and didn't want to put on makeup. The black-skinned man wanted to keep her for dinner, Wu Xuelin was sick to her stomach at this time, she saw that the black-skinned man was watching TV with Erlang's legs crossed, and she didn't pay attention to him, went out and walked to her residence.
The black-skinned man's home was the dormitory of the previous unit, and at this time, in the whole rapidly developing city, there were bright windows and skyscrapers everywhere, and his house was in the bustling market, looking short and old, lifeless, without any vitality and vitality.
Wu Xuelin walked out of the unit, looked at the hazy sky, and once again hated herself for being blind, how could she be friends with such a low-level man.
The snow on the street had almost melted, and the wind was still a little chilly. Wu Xuelin wrapped her down jacket tightly and walked on the way home. On the way, she had to pass through the city park, and at this time there were only three or two old people in the park, pacing aimlessly, it was already evening, and the cold wind invaded her skin, which also added a bit of coldness to this quiet little park.
Wu Xuelin walked and thought about the bits and pieces of getting along with Heipi, only to find that this man really had nothing to be nostalgic for. The advantage of a black-skinned man is that he has a big belly, but it's full of; The head is also very big, but in addition to numbness and selfishness, there is also a possessiveness for petty profits, and then there is water full of water.
Wu Xuelin every time she made love with Heipi, she couldn't see the scar on his shoulder, which was cut by a friend when Heipi was with his friend's wife. These are all things that Heipi told her later, if Wu Xuelin had known that Heipi was such a morally corrupt person, she might not have dealt with such a low-level man at all.
The black-skinned man is simply too ordinary, ordinary as a grass in the field, there is no sparkle in him, and there is no thing that can be put on the table as a talking point. Piano, chess, books, paintings, human ethics, morality, he is not touched, humorous, interesting, ignorant of anything, this black man still has a very old superstitious thoughts, never subjectively find the gap, do not find the reason in himself, everything is obedient, complaining, not very old, but the concept is backward, can not accept new things, stupid, stubborn, self-righteous, is a typical stone in the pit smelly and hard.
Wu Xuelin regretted it, her intestines were already green to the cardia. How can I be a bastard to know such a vulgar, rude, and unsentimental low-level man, and let such a filthy man possess his body, it is simply a crime, a crime.
The more Wu Xuelin thought about it, the more bitter she felt in her heart, and tears couldn't help but flow out. In the blurred eye, there is a thin layer of residual snow between the leaves and branches of holly, I can't help but think of my own situation, I was once a school flower, just like the snow that has been raised, the ice is clear and jade, crystal clear, exuding light and charm, now I am what is the difference between the residual snow on the holly leaves, lingering, as long as the sun shines, it will come to naught, and there will be nothing left.
On the neem tree in the park, an old owl chirped, Wu Xuelin looked at it in disgust, most people don't like this bird, saying that it is unlucky to see the old owl. At this time, Wu Xuelin thought of how similar this old eagle was to a black-skinned man, low-level, vulgar, and tasteless. can't bring happiness to herself, but also adds a lot of troubles, she always remembers a sentence: people who have been annoying themselves are here to kill themselves.
Wu Xuelin took out her mobile phone, found out Heipi's ** number, deleted it first, and then blocked his WeChat, after doing all this, Wu Xuelin breathed a sigh of relief and walked quickly in the direction of her home......
Note: The old eagle (gua), also known as the crow, is a black bird with an unwelcome call.
[Author's self-introduction].
Sun Yanhong, male, was born in 1972 in the hometown of the overlord who does not judge heroes by success or failure. After several years, he graduated from university. He is a member of the Huaibei Writers Association of Anhui Province, a member of the Jiangsu Sihong Literary Society, and a consultant of the Guilin Urban Literature Society, the Guilin Urban Poetry Society and the Jiangsu Sihong Literary Society. He has published many essays and poems in "Taiwan Good News", "China Village", "Writer's Literary Society", "Huaibei**", "Northern Weekend", "Women's Times", "Miner's Daily" and other publications. His representative works include "Mother's Smile", "New Green", "Feeding the Godson", "Mortal Yin" and so on. In recent years, there have been many articles that have been published overseas. 