"It's me, I'm Zhang Xueqing."
The person on the ground rubbed his face, stood up, his eyes were a little evasive, he didn't dare to look at her, and choked, "Thank you, I'm fine, goodbye."
The woman thanked her and left.
Zhang Xueqing grabbed the person and said anxiously, "Pang Manyun, do you really not remember me?"
The woman tugged on the wrist that was being held, and tears suddenly burst into tears. She turned around, threw herself into Zhang Xueqing's arms, and burst into tears.
Patting Pang Manyun's back gently, Zhang Xueqing coaxed in a low voice, "Okay, okay, let's not cry anymore. If anything happens, let's find a place to talk."
She almost lost her balance after being punched by her just now. She couldn't say a word or two clearly, so it would be better to find a place to sit down and talk.
"Go to my house, he...should have left by now." Pang Manyun wiped his face carelessly, and pulled the person back to turn around.
"Wait a minute," Zhang Xueqing stopped the person, "I still have something at the alley entrance."
Zhang Xueqing walked very slowly, and Pang Manyun didn't pay attention. He followed her steps and came to the alley step by step. When she saw the wheelchair, she looked Zhang Xueqing up and down in surprise, "What's wrong with you?"
"It's a long story, let's go home and chat."
Sitting in a wheelchair, controlling the speed, he followed Pang Manyun back home.
It's not very far. The other end of the alley runs from left to right and becomes an alley again. Not far to the left is Pang Manyun's home.
The wrought iron door has two opposite doors, painted red, with an iron plate as tall as one person, with hollow carvings of about 50 centimeters on it. The overall look is very impressive.
Zhang Xueqing took a look and said nothing more.
The door was ajar, as if she had left in a hurry and forgot to close it. Pang Manyun opened the door wide to allow her to come in easily.
As soon as I entered the yard, I heard the faint cry of a child.
Pang Manyun didn't bother waiting for her to join him, he raised his legs and ran towards the back room.
Zhang Xueqing stood up and closed the heavy iron door first. The yard was not big, but it was empty and looked particularly desolate. She looked around and then walked in the direction where Pang Manyun disappeared.
The room was a little dark, and her eyes couldn't adapt to the change of light from bright to dark due to her short-sightedness. She didn't dare to walk fast, so she could only move in small steps in the direction of the crying.
After she got used to the light in front of her, she could clearly see the three people sitting on the kang.
"You can sit wherever you like."
Seeing her come in, he opened his mouth and said, holding the child in his arms and coaxing her gently. There was another person sitting next to her, who had been staring at Zhang Xueqing warily since she entered the room.
She smiled politely at the child who was staring at her and sat down on the stool.
"Alas." Pang Manyun sighed, "I'm telling you a joke."
Seeing that the child in his arms had stopped crying, he patted his eldest son sitting next to him and whispered softly, "Take your brother to play in the yard while mommy talks to this aunt about something."
I put on the shoes for the little child in my arms and pushed him towards the door. The older child jumped directly from the kang to the ground, pulled his younger brother and went out.
Not a word was spoken the whole time.
Pang Manyun stood up and closed the door, and sat back on the edge of the kang with a little restraint. He just leaned his buttocks on it, but did not move inside. He lowered his head, looking confused as to where to start.
Zhang Xueqing didn't rush her, she just looked at the room secretly.
These four words can completely describe the scene in front of me.
There is a long big kang, with several quilts piled at the end of the kang, and a pile of scattered clothes in the back. The floor is cement, and the original color can be barely seen in the corners.
There is a round wooden table on the ground, with a black thermos bottle whose original color cannot be seen, two porcelain jars with peeling paint, a short and narrow window sill, and several chipped flower pots. The insides are filled with dry and hard soil, which are long gone. Aboriginal shadow.
"My husband...he used to be very good to me." Pang Manyun raised his head, his eyes filled with tears, and recounted the past few years.
She did not enter high school and did not return to her original village. Instead, she worked as a waitress in a hotel in the town to provide food and accommodation and earn a salary of several hundred yuan a month. The situation at that time was considered very good. .
Not long after, she met her current husband, Xu Dazhuang.
Xu Dazhuang was from the town and was 8 years older than her. He was very attracted to her, a little girl who worked alone in the town, and the two of them started to have feelings for each other.
The two had been together for several years. When Pang Manyun reached the age of marriage, the two were ready to obtain a marriage certificate, but Pang Manyun's family did not agree with the matter.
First, he disliked Xu Dazhuang for not having a job. His family lived in the town. In addition to having his own house and a few pieces of land, he didn't even have a cow. Moreover, he also had an old mother to take care of at home, so he used the excuse that the age difference between the two was too big. As an excuse to stop.
The young and energetic man, who still had some money in his own hands, did not take his parents' words seriously at all, so he secretly obtained the certificate with Xu Dazhuang behind his parents' back.
When the two old men found out, they almost lost their temper. They beat Pang Manyun half to death and drove her out of the house, claiming that they no longer had this daughter.
Fortunately, both of them are capable. When they got married, the most popular large iron gate at the time was specially installed in their home, and the wedding was held in a very grand manner. Although no one from the mother's family came to bless them, it was considered a good deal.
At this point, Pang Manyun no longer has her natal family, and lives her own life with Xu Dazhuang.
Pang Manyun continued to work outside, and Xu Dazhuang took care of the livestock at home, making a little money during the busy farming season.
I opened a small vegetable garden in front of my door, so self-sufficiency is no problem.
Not long after, Pang Manyun became pregnant with her first child. As a first-time mother, the two newly married couples were very nervous and excited at the same time. Her mother-in-law even prepared a lot of small clothes and quilts for the child. Only the child could Come to their Xu family and add children to the Xu family.
Pang Manyun quit his job and settled down to raise his child at home. Xu Dazhuang worked alone in a nearby stone quarry, and the conditions at home were quite acceptable.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, it gets dark relatively early. Every time Xu Dazhuang leaves work, it is completely dark. He has to boil water to scald the cattle. Pang Manyun is inevitably a little distressed, so he boils the water early so that he can wait for Xu Dazhuang to come back. It can be used directly to heat materials.
But today, after waiting and waiting, it was already past the end of work, and Xu Dazhuang hadn't come back yet. Seeing the water in the pot boiling less and less, he began to feel anxious.
After calling her mother-in-law, the two of them worked together to scald the beef and bring it to the old scalper in the circle outside the door.
When I was turning around, I didn't pay attention. My feet slipped. I squatted and sat on the ground. I immediately felt wetness from the top to the bottom of my cotton trousers.
That child stayed in that dark night forever.
