dhibooks Chapter 9 3-3
Chapter 9 3-3
The Duces are dancing upstairs.The floor was made of wood, and she stomped on it.
Lin Zhique sat in front of Du Shen's desk, staring in a daze at the few college computer textbooks on the lonely bookshelf.The work of a clerk is not easy for her. She stands for a long time and needs to move up and down from time to time. She is used to sitting at a desk for a long time, and suffers from lumbar muscle strain. After most of the day, she is exhausted.The past knowledge and experience are almost useless. The only thing in common is that she is still "finding ways to sell music as a commodity."
The clock on the wall reads 11 o'clock at night.She's stuck in 2005, and it's been a solid 30 hours.
Her watch, which stopped at five o'clock, seemed broken.
Her stomach ached, which was also caused by working overtime for a long time.During these 30 hours, she hardly ate anything. The taste of this city is different from that of East China. All the food is spicy. She can't eat spicy food, except for wine.
She curled up on the chair, hugged her legs, and was stunned for a long time, then suddenly opened the drawer of the desk, wanting to see if there was a time machine of Doraemon inside.
Nothing but a small black box.
She buried her head in her knees dejectedly.
The telephone in the living room rang.
The music and the thud of dancing upstairs were not heard. The phone rang once, twice, seven or eight times in a row until it was hung up, but the people in Dusi didn't seem to hear it.Then, after less than a second of silence, the phone rang again, and it seemed that someone on the other end was eagerly waiting to be answered.
Lin Zhique stood up and walked out of the room, standing in the middle of the living room, hesitating whether to go to pick it up or go upstairs to remind Du Siren.Every time the red landline phone rings, the small tea table with glass top also vibrates, and the desk calendar next to it is placed a little to the side, and the table will almost fall to the ground after another vibration.
A beautiful landscape is printed on the desk calendar, with the date of March 2005.
Lin Zhique suddenly thought, is this the invisible rope pulling her and guiding her forward?
She walked over and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Dusi's voice.
The music and the thud stopped.There is an extension upstairs.
A soft, girlish sob came from the other end of the phone: "Auntie."
Lin Zhique held his breath.It's Du Zhian.
"An'an? Are you okay?" Du Siren's tone was light and gentle.
When the girl over there heard her voice, she almost wailed, and finally squeezed out a few words in her crying voice: "...they are arguing, they have been arguing."
The Dusi man said, "What about you? Are you hiding in the room?"
"Well. I dare not go out."
"What happened at home? Can you tell me?"
Du Zhian whimpered and swallowed a heavy nasal voice: "I don't know. Mom said she was going to get a divorce, and said Dad had other children outside."
There was silence on the phone for a few seconds, so quiet that Lin Zhique could hear his own heartbeat.
Du Siren finally said: "Zhi'an, I saw a new mp3 on the street today, it is pink. When you are on summer vacation, come to Jincheng to play with me, I will buy it for you as your birthday present .”
Du Zhi'an whispered: "There are still several months." The crying seems to be still in his throat.
"A few months will be soon. In a few months, I will graduate from college, and you will come to my graduation ceremony."
"Then I'll give you flowers, and I'm the only one who can give you flowers."
"Well, good. At that time, I plan to open a dance studio, which will make a lot of money, and we can travel everywhere."
"Okay, okay." The girl agreed again and again, but she became depressed all of a sudden: "Then what should they do if they want a divorce? Mom said she wants to pack up and leave, will she not want me?"
"No. Mom won't want you. Aunt won't want you either."
"Yes, I still have my aunt. Otherwise, I'll go to Jincheng to live with you."
"Okay, you move here, and I will buy you egg cakes every day. I can also help you with your homework, but you can't blame me if you make a mistake. Sister Xiaohua has a KTV at home, and we can sing every day, all night long. .”
"If you sing all night, you will become dumb." Du Zhian acted like a baby in a soft voice.
"Then you'll lose your voice if you keep crying."
"Then I won't cry. Just let them go."
"Then have you brushed your teeth and washed your face?"
"Have."
"Did you lie down and cover yourself with the quilt?"
"Ah."
"Okay, close your eyes and I'll chat with you."
A thin layer of sweat dripped from Lin Zhique's hand holding the receiver.
Du Zhian said: "Why doesn't the law stipulate that divorce is not allowed?"
People from Dusi said: "Because everyone has the freedom to choose their life."
"What about the kid?"
"Children also have their own lives. Children have exams, summer vacation, and singing KTV with their aunt. They are very busy."
"I still have to take the exam? My parents are divorced, can I not take the exam?" Du Zhian stopped crying.
Lin Zhique thought harshly, yes, anyway, no matter how badly you do in the exam, your dad will help you take care of it for the rest of your life.
There was a smile in Du Siren's tone: "That can't be done. I took a lot of exams before graduating from college, so don't even try to escape."
"I'm going to graduate from college soon, I'm going to move out, I'm going to live my own life."
Du Zhian said three "I want" in a row.
"Okay, there will be a day, I will accompany you."
You broke your promise, you didn't accompany her to that day.Lin Zhique read silently.People do not have the freedom to choose their lives, which is just the deviation of the survivors and the illusion of the lucky few.She quietly put down the phone.
She sat silently on the sofa for a few minutes. It was cold and her feet felt cold.
Then she got up and went upstairs lightly. Du Siren's voice stopped. Lin Zhique stood on the stairs and saw Du Siren kneeling on the side of the coffee table. Just after hanging up the phone, she felt someone was talking. On the stairs, I turned my head and wanted to stand up. It seemed that I had been kneeling for a long time, so I staggered a bit, and with an ouch, I kept rubbing my knees.
Lin Zhique asked, "Is there a hair dryer? I'd like to borrow it." Her hair hadn't been washed for a long time, and after wiping and wiping it, only a thin layer of hair was dried.
"Yes, I'll bring it to you. My mother isn't here, so I'll keep it in my room." Rubbing his knees, Du Si ran to get it.
"What's wrong with you? Have you been kneeling on the phone?"
"Well, I didn't pay attention for a while, and my legs were numb."
Lin Zhique took the hair dryer from Du Siren's hand. It was silver, very old, and couldn't tell the brand.Dusiren said: "If you want to drive a strong wind, don't use the hottest gear. It's easy to short circuit. Also, don't touch the side near the air vent, it's very hot." Her expression was sincere, and she smiled when she spoke. With two rabbit teeth exposed, it looks like a harmless herbivore.
"Okay." Lin Zhique responded.
Du Zhian has a good aunt, she is her own good aunt.
"Hey," Du Siren called her again, pondered for a few seconds, seemed to be hesitating about what to call her, and finally said, "Sister Zhique."
"Ok?"
It seems that being called "Sister" by one's aunt is a matter of course.
Du Siren said: "You said before that you came to Jincheng because you escaped marriage."
"Yes." Lin Zhique's face was neither red nor heartbeat.
"Why did you run away from marriage?...Can you tell me?"
Her cautious tone was exactly the same as when she asked Du Zhian on the phone, "Can you tell me?"
Lin Zhique thought, well, although the purpose may be different.At this moment, she seemed to be close to something that only Du Zhian once had but she never had.
"My fiancé was arranged by my dad. It may not just be a runaway marriage. I want to leave my family too."
The first half of the sentence is false, and the second half is true.
Her waist and the soles of her feet were aching, she simply sat down on the stairs, she thought to herself, anyway, this world does not belong to her, so why not tell her everything, Du Zhian can talk to her aunt, why can't she?
Du Siren remained silent, as if waiting for her to continue.
"I was born in a single-parent family, and I lived with my mother since I was a child. Don't get me wrong," Lin Zhique sneered, as if trying to dispel the sympathy of the people in Dusi, "I have a father, but my father doesn't live with us. Together, he will visit us once a week. My mother has no academic qualifications. After giving birth to me, she quit her job and took me home. My father bought a house for us to live in, and will give my mother a sum of money every month. money."
Dusi sat down on the steps behind her.
She lowered her head and looked at her bare feet while talking, then, after a pause for a few seconds, she raised her head and said, "I am the daughter of my mistress."
She couldn't see Du Siren's expression, maybe it was surprise, contempt, or confusion, anyway, it probably wouldn't be the expression when he was kneeling on the side of the coffee table and listening tenderly.
"From childhood to adulthood, my mother made up her mind to leave many times. She took me first, and we packed our luggage and went to the train station. In front of the ticket gate, she hugged me and cried, asking me what I would do in the future, asking me , can’t you see the kids at school? Can’t you wear beautiful clothes and eat Happy Meals?”
Dusiren listened without saying a word.
"Later she seemed to want to leave me alone. Several times after school ended, she didn't come to pick me up until very late. On our way home, she told me that if she didn't come late next time, let me go. I'll call my dad." Lin Zhique looked calm. "From childhood to adulthood, what I remember most is that my mother told me that if it wasn't for me, if she hadn't given birth to me, she would have gone far away."
She continued in a calm tone, "My dad is a very indifferent man. To him, his wife, mistress, and children are just his price tags. He relies on these to flaunt himself as a man." Successful, flaunting his tenderness as a father. I don't love him, and I don't think he should have loved me."
"—so, I was born as a mistake—"
He was raised as a cowardly person who wanted to escape. He grew up rich and well-clothed, but he still wanted to ask for an explanation for himself hypocritically.
She opened her mouth, as if something was stuck in her throat, making it difficult for her to say what she said.
Dusi reached out and took away the hair dryer beside her.Lin Zhique turned his head and saw Du Siren leaning out and pulling an old electrical outlet from the floor, "It's cold, if you don't dry it, you will catch a cold easily."
She plugged in the hair dryer, turned it on, and reached out to dry her hair.
She was about to take it from her hand, but she dodged it, the blower was too loud, and she seemed to say, "It's hot."
They just sat on the narrow stairs one after the other, maybe for 1 minute, maybe 5 minutes.The soles of Lin Zhique's feet were cold, and an old hair dryer with an unidentifiable brand was roaring in her ears. The even warm wind blew along her hair center to the ends of her hair, and from the ends of her hair. over her back.
The warm wind surged up her chest again, converging into something heavy and damp like a cumulonimbus cloud. She stood up, and her hair slid through Du Siren's fingertips. She turned around and looked down at Du Si who was sitting on the stairs. thinking about people.
Du Siren was still holding the roaring hair dryer, looked up at her blankly for a few seconds, and turned off the power.
Lin Zhique smiled and said to Du Siren: "What I just said is all made up, don't take it seriously."
She walked down the stairs and said as she walked: "I will find a new place as soon as possible. I have disturbed you for the past two days."