Jia Mu said, “This is our company’s matter. Between us, the foundation can be discussed. The organizational structure of this block, besides yourself, it’s best if others don’t get involved.”
Liu Hai dodged this topic, pulling out a few exemption consumption tickets and handing them to Jia Mu: “These are our exemption tickets, three in total. I’ll give you two. You know how to arrange it.”
“Su Che won’t come to this place.”
“I just entered a few French model prototypes. There’s also Japan, and he’ll like it someday. You help him first.”
Zhu Yi made a hand gesture, and a beautiful woman fish-like walked in.
The beautiful woman was plump and charming.
Liu Hai and Zhou Meng were different. Song Yan took Zhou Meng to the washing center, standing outside and not caring, knowing that if she were here with Liu Hai, the intention would not be achieved.
In the blink of an eye, the female companion pointed towards two women, and gently touched her hand.
The center of the washroom had a mark. Two women followed Jia into the room, familiarly walking into the ward’s bathroom.
Jia turned on the TV to the music channel. That Kazakh folk song’s voice was not clear, seemingly like a dull beat hitting the woman’s skin, creating a soft touch on her face. Would this be painful and moving? In the West, only pure women are worthy of such skin texture. The rolling death note was a beautiful scene, in which the contemporary Kazakh epic was illuminated by the cultural poet’s brilliance and touched people’s hearts. The pitiful young girl was reborn in the beautiful scene.
White clouds drift, blue sky still flows like water
In that piece of land, a human life
Looking at the distant sky’s country and that burning fire
Two women walked out of the bathroom.
Jia leaned on the bed, using the remote to raise the volume: “You show me the jump.”
The two women sat together, touching each other’s shoulders, suddenly remembering the song.
Who are these women? Childhood companions? Why are they so familiar with each other? Women are naturally different; they sing a silent blessing song year after year. This is a woman’s destiny, the new life of pregnancy. The song’s sound is like a child’s cry from a mother’s belly. Distant, peaceful. Coming from the far sky’s edge, like a poem.
Years passed, melting a scene that remains, only the tree’s green has aged. The tree’s age could be seen from the green, the tree’s green becoming thick, the old tree deep and silent. Trees have youth, and humans have only a few decades among the trees, and even in this moment of aging, they can still see. Those tree branches standing together, like intimate classmates without time.
The song was not in the classroom, this summer circling the school yard. This yard was unfamiliar to her, behind the playground was the junior high section, with a small grove on the left side, two openings in the tree grove, and an abandoned kindergarten on the east side, with cold poles where students would sit. The pole’s green interior showed half of the song’s head, not knowing what it was doing.
This summer wondered if this head would be caught here. A few steps forward, grabbing the collar: “Catch me!”
The song was almost caught, and when she turned back, the right hand’s needle tube fell, a curved left wrist suddenly having several needle marks. This summer completely didn’t know about a wooden stick’s existence, yet could still mysteriously feel the heart’s pain, though she never wanted to understand what happened behind her.
Jia’s final painting was “Chicken Flock on the Wheat Field”, whether the flock was flying or leaving was unclear. The intense black on the yellow surface gave an inexplicable premonition. The sky violently shook, the wheat also seeming to burn. Perhaps someone saw this large flock of panicked chickens and finally collapsed. He killed himself in the wheat field, but the child’s bullet didn’t hit the heart, returning home with gunpowder still in his mouth, only dying two days later in the evening. His final words were: Pain and suffering is life.
The song sat on the kindergarten platform, head hanging between the knees, seemingly trying to plant the brain into the ground. This summer didn’t want to hit well, though this might be the most suitable for her mood.
This matter must be faced.
“When did it start? How did it start?” he asked.
The song’s voice slowly came from underground: “The old man gave us all a beating. Otherwise, we wouldn’t listen to him.”
“Is it still happening?”
“The book will find him.”
Jia picked up the song and left, opening the school gate and car door to drive away.
From the melted memory, Jia was on the bus the whole way, about a few stops from the front, the opening driver seemingly breaking the brain’s mouth, this summer not understanding.
After the key was unlocked, Weigang sold prohibited goods on the society’s black market. Ruojiao found the key in a broken tile-roofed house. When the key saw Ruojiao enter, a smile gathered on his face. But Ruojiao appeared behind him immediately, and the key wanted to escape, but Ruojiao pressed him down.
The key protected his head and said, “That’s all in the past. Who knows if she is your woman? From now on, I won’t sell goods to her!”
Ruojiao grabbed him and beat him, blood and water splashing all over his face. He used his hand to cover the lower part, and several teeth were broken, painfully distorting his face. The key’s eyes exposed half a glance from between his fingers, the light cold and vicious, gritting his teeth and dragging the summer: “Don’t hit us, let’s go!”
Ruojiao said, “Want to report? Just try to find me.”
The key did not speak, biting tightly the broken tooth fragments, blood and saliva mixed, almost suffocating.
Ruojiao dragged Ruojiao back and went to the hospital.
“From today, you don’t need to go out. Also don’t think about leaving. You give me three months at home.”
The summer said, “We are married, I promise.”
Ruojiao shut the door on her face.
People who like static-natured personalities usually live on a certain track in life. The past will not deviate, and the future will also be difficult to escape. But this summer had never had such a habit. He had once thought like a philosopher about the meaning of his own survival, but now he no longer thought about it.
He finally realized that he was just an insect.
He could drive the summer away. He often thought that as long as he pushed her out the door, that would be best, and the pain from her would have nothing to do with him. But he couldn’t do it. The reason he couldn’t do it was only because he clearly knew her absolute despair, in that state of absolute despair, even getting a gentle eye was like a fantasy, so he wanted to give her a shelter.
Summer suspected that he was purely self-serving, and his head might have been hopeless long ago. At that time, Ruojiao was actually far simpler than her experience, seeking less, he had never believed anyone would raise him, and Ruojiao’s appearance at this point was naturally taken for granted.
What should he do with her? Summer’s head hurt, this was all his own doing. He was indeed self-tormenting.
Song Ruohan suggested sending Ruojiao to a psychiatric hospital. Because at that time, he almost caught Ruojiao’s thoughts. At that time, Ruojiao could do nothing, Song Ruohan might as well send her away, she would look mentally deranged every day.
When Song Ruohan spoke, Ruojiao was inside howling, watching through the window like a trapped mouse jumping around the room, constantly spitting water into the window, then throwing her head back.
Ruojiao sat unmoving, her heart already broken.
