First volume of imprisonment Chapter 05: Working (Part 2)
Zhang San had never hated a person so much before, but he wanted to kick the gun chief to death. Not only did his fellow workers yell at him, but the foreman also took out his anger on him: "Look at what you brought? It's a thief! The two people who were stolen from are making a big fuss now, and they keep arguing with me that they want to report the case. Oh, if I catch this bastard, I will kill him!"
Zhang San had no choice but to return the money stolen by the gun captain to the two men, and only then did the public anger subside. He really didn't know if he would be accused of being an accomplice if things continued like this. Zhang San was so angry, it was really embarrassing! No matter how angry he was, he still had a little worry in his heart. The gun captain had never left the house, and if something happened to him, he would have a hard time explaining it back. It was just money, and he could earn it back by working more.
At this time, the gun chief was strolling leisurely at the railway station in the provincial capital. Of course, it was impossible for him to make some extra money in such a place with his skills. At most, he could use his skills to steal from people when no one was around, which was far from enough. The gun chief was very proud. He took two hundred yuan from two people. He felt a little reluctant. I didn't do it all the time. I left you guys living expenses! It's just that I didn't get the foreman's money, otherwise I might be sleeping on the sofa bed now. The train ticket to Xi'an has been bought. I will leave the province in three hours!
After walking around the waiting hall twice, he saw two couples hugging each other, who were either lovers or couples. The gun captain pretended to be concerned and had been staring at them for a long time. The two men occasionally touched the women's breasts with their elbows, which made the gun captain quite excited. One of the women, who was dressed seductively, glanced at him a few times and smiled, which made the gun captain dizzy. He took out a whole cigarette, pretended to be very gentle, and squatted to the side of the couple. From here, he could just see the daughter's pink chest when she occasionally bent over with laughter.
Reaching out and scratching his long hair that hadn't been trimmed for several months, which was almost longer than his earlobes, the gun commander felt that he hadn't washed his hair for almost two weeks, which would definitely damage his image. After extremely careful consideration, he decided to put on the safety helmet he brought from the work team. This would also be very impressive, at least he was also a member of the working class. Holding a plastic bag in his cup, wearing a safety helmet on his head, with a few mouse whiskers of varying lengths, and a cigarette in his mouth, the gun commander felt that his image had been set, and he would definitely not be looked down upon. Sure enough, the woman saw the gun commander's appearance, stretched out her hand and pinched the man hard, and then whispered something in the man's ear. The two of them looked at the gun commander together, then laughed until tears flowed, beat their chests and hugged each other, laughing so hard!
The gun master felt embarrassed. Was his attire a joke? Never mind. This couple obviously didn't know what was good. They must have some dirty money and looked down on the workers. The gun master turned his head and heard laughter from the other side.
The first time I took a train, it felt so good. It wasn't bumpy at all, and even the sound of the train rolling was so wonderful! The gun commander was like a monkey who had smoked opium. He was looking for his seat with his ticket everywhere, wandering around in one car after another. The gun commander was very disdainful of asking others for help. He thought it was just a trivial matter to find a seat. How could this be difficult for a gun commander?
After an hour outside the station, he still couldn't find the ticket. The gunner became a little anxious, as it was not a good idea to carry the big bag. A conductor in uniform had noticed him for a long time and walked over casually to ask him to show his ticket. The gunner put the bag down first, then reached into the innermost pocket of his shirt and took out the ticket that smelled of sweat.
The conductor asked, "Why don't you go to your seat?" The gun captain hesitated. It was embarrassing not to find a seat. Just as he was about to deny it, the conductor said, "Is this your first time on a train? Can't find a seat? Come with me!" After that, he motioned the gun captain to pick up his bag, took him through two carriages, pointed to a window seat and said, "This is it." The gun captain saw that the six people were full, and his seat was occupied by a tall man who spoke Mandarin. When he saw the conductor bringing someone, the man hurriedly gave up his seat. The gun captain walked over and put his bag under the seat. He forgot to thank the conductor because there was a city girl who looked a little delicate next to him. When the gun captain passed by her, he smelled a very comfortable fragrance in his nose. The gun captain immediately became energetic, but the girl was obviously frightened by the peculiar smell on the gun captain's body. She covered her mouth and nose tightly and shrank away. Sitting by the aisle was a middle-aged woman who seemed to be the mother and daughter of the girl.
Opposite him were three people, two of whom were wearing double-breasted suits, and they looked like they were either on business trips or doing business. The other one was slightly better than the gun captain, and was also a migrant worker, probably around 40 years old. The gun captain seemed very reserved. Waves of fragrance wafted from the girl, and he quietly took two deep breaths. This is what a woman is! Before the gun captain could recover from the shock, the man who had occupied his position before said to him, "Brother, sell your position to me, okay?" The gun captain didn't react to what he said for a moment, and looked at the tall man in a daze.
Seeing that the gun captain didn't say anything, the man said angrily: "Hey, I want to discuss something with you, do you want to sell it?" Seeing that the gun captain still looked confused, the middle-aged worker sitting opposite him spoke up with a standard Sichuan accent: "Little brother, this guy wants to buy a seat from you, do you want to sell it?"
This time the gun chief understood and was a little angry. Are you pretending to speak Mandarin? Fuck you! You come to me because I have a pretty girl next to me. Do I really want your money? I shook my head and said in my hometown dialect: "No, it's such a long way without a seat, it's exhausting!" The man understood what he said and was a little angry at the stinky worker. He continued: "Don't you work to make money? I'll buy your seat at the original price, okay?" The gun chief still shook his head. Do I really want your money? Do I? I really can't make up my mind. The ticket is more than 100 miles. Look at the pretty girl on the other side. I can smell her fragrance all the way. If something happens on the way, maybe this mother and daughter will take me as their son-in-law?
The worker heard the gun captain's accent was from his hometown, so he started chatting with him. They both spoke with a strong Sichuan accent and very quickly, using a lot of slang and dirty words. The other people couldn't understand what they were saying.
The middle-aged man's surname was Li. His hometown was Yibin City, Sichuan Province. It was the first wharf of the Yangtze River and had famous fine wine. The gun captain was very eloquent and soon called Brother Li. Brother Li was a bricklayer who specialized in making road bricks. This time when he went to Xi'an, a few old friends arranged a job for him as an urban management official and he went to help. From the chat with Brother Li, the gun captain gained a lot of knowledge, especially when he heard about riding on the train for free, he was particularly interested. Brother Li also boasted about some things he did when he was out. The other people didn't like these two boastful guys and were speechless because of their chatter. So some people read books, some dozed off, and some ate melon seeds. Only the man was still standing in the aisle without giving up.
While chatting with Lao Li, the gun captain secretly observed the girl. She looked no older than 17 or 18 years old. She had a few freckles around her nose. Her complexion was not bad, but not very white. Her eyebrows were a little slanted and her lips were a little thick. She looked similar to the woman next to her, but the mother and daughter seemed to be having a quarrel and ignored each other. The gun captain tried to figure out how to strike up a conversation with her. In the past, he heard people in his hometown say that if you want to get along with a woman, you have to be good at talking. If you are good at talking, you can quickly make people happy. Once you are happy, it is easy to make friends.
It was getting night, and there was no chance to start a conversation. Old Li was tired of chatting and dozed off with his eyes closed. The gun captain looked around, staring at the girl from time to time. The more he looked, the more itchy he felt, but he couldn't muster up the courage to take the initiative. He wasted time like this. The man who spoke Mandarin just now disappeared. He probably found a seat somewhere to snore. The gun captain regretted it at this time. If he had known earlier, he would have sold it to the guy who pretended to be rich, and he could have saved some money for defense. This time he went to Xi'an. Although he had the address of Zhang San's friend, Xi'an would not be smaller than the provincial capital. What if he couldn't find it in a short time?
I don't know when sleepiness came over me. I first leaned on the small horizontal board in the middle to sleep, but soon my hands and neck were sore, so I leaned back on the chair. It was too straight, and my waist couldn't relax, so it was sore after a while. There was nothing I could do. I was getting more and more sleepy. The girl next to me also began to stagger from side to side. I guess the conflict with her mother was not resolved, so she woke up and sat up straight as soon as she leaned on her, and then started to sway again. The gun captain found a piece of clothing from the plastic bag, and leaned against the window like Lao Li, and began to sleep with his body slightly tilted. Sure enough, this worked much better. When the gun captain was about to have a good sleep, the girl slowly fell towards him, and her sleepiness disappeared all at once. The gun captain looked at the upside-down body, and his heart began to pound.
Finally, she came up, and the girl's head rested on the gun captain's shoulder, breathing steadily and slowly. The gun captain looked around secretly, and found that the girl's mother had not fallen asleep yet, but pretended not to notice. The two guys opposite looked at each other, smiled secretly, and had envious expressions on their faces. Lao Li had already started snoring. The gun captain couldn't help but feel proud. The warm body, with a faint fragrance, occasionally entered the gun captain's mind.
The gunner couldn't help but start a series of fantasies. The train suddenly broke down and stopped in the dark tunnel. The girl hugged him in fear...
Or if a girl suddenly gets seriously ill, and you happen to be able to treat this emergency, then the girl will repay you with her body out of gratitude...
Or if a daring guy suddenly comes and flirts with the girl, he would stand up for her and end the fight with just a few punches and kicks, and then the girl would be so fascinated by his heroic performance that she would give herself to him...
Just when she was thinking in high spirits, she suddenly felt a burning pain on her face. When she woke up, she found herself lying on the gun captain. She smelled sweat in her nose. In a panic, her mind was not clear, so she slapped the gun captain. This woke the gun captain up, and he looked at the girl in confusion with his eyes open. The girl also knew that she was in trouble, and she didn't know what to do.
It took the gun commander a long time to react. He was a little scared. Could it be that she knew that he was just imagining things about her? This slap really hurt! The girl's mother quickly apologized to the gun commander, saying sorry over and over again, which made the gun commander laugh and cry. He was already scared and sweating from being beaten, and the other person apologized again. The gun commander waved his hands and acted quickly: "It's okay, it's okay. Everyone is so sleepy, it's okay."
The girl looked at the gun captain with a guilty look, and only after her mother's repeated urging did she quietly admit her fault to the gun captain. The gun captain was happy: It's normal for a wife to hit her husband, there's nothing to be sorry about. When it's my turn to be sorry for you, just don't slap me. Thinking of this, her mouth split open, her scarlet gums against her yellow teeth, and a smell of smoke and bad breath came out of her mouth. The girl couldn't help but cover her nose with her hands to endure the gun captain's magnanimity. After this incident, the mother and daughter reconciled, and the girl fell into her mother's arms and fell asleep, fearing that she would accidentally fall on this smelly guy again.
After calming down again, the gun captain fell into a deep sleep in the fantasy of flesh-colored things, and did not wake up until the train entered the terminal. The mother and daughter got off the train somehow, and there was no one around. Old Li was peeling eggs and enjoying them, and when he saw the gun captain woke up, he took out two from his luggage bag and handed them to the gun captain: "Tell me something, you haven't eaten all night, you must be hungry." The gun captain was not polite.
I followed Lao Li out of the platform, and with the help of this enthusiastic man, I found out the approximate location of Zhang San's friend, and then the two parted ways.
It was about 10 kilometers from the train station to the place the gun captain wanted to go. It was impossible to walk there. I was not afraid of walking, but I was afraid of getting lost. It would be difficult to get there. I asked a few small buses and they all said they didn't go there. I had no choice but to put down my gun captain's airs and ask around. Anyway, I was unfamiliar with the place and no one would recognize me. Having made up his mind, he began to ask for directions in his half-baked Mandarin. He was lucky to meet a local who lived there. He followed the man on a bus for three stops. After thanking him profusely, he slowly began to ask along the street. Holding the address he copied from Zhang San, he looked for houses one by one. When he was almost at the end of the street, he still hadn't found a sign. He walked to a small alley. The gun captain felt a little urgent to pee, so he turned in. Just after passing the back door of a kitchen, he saw a young man in red clothes and a Xinjiang cap on his head walking over. The gun captain stepped forward and asked in stiff Mandarin: "Excuse me, where is Cai?" The man was stunned for a moment and asked in his hometown dialect: "Are you from Yunnan?" The gun captain heard the familiar accent and was ecstatic. He quickly replied: "Yes, yes, I am from Yunnan."
The young man looked at the gun captain and asked, "From your accent, you are from Zhaotong City?" The gun captain nodded and said, "We are from the same hometown! Are you from Zhaotong City too?"
The young man said, "Yes, are you looking for a toilet?" The gun captain nodded shyly and asked, "Is there a restaurant called Happiness Restaurant on this street?"
The young man smiled and said, "This is the back door of Xingfu Restaurant. Why, you..."
The gun master said without waiting for the young man to ask, "I'm here to look for a fellow villager named Wu Jun." The young man laughed and said, "What a coincidence! I'm the person you're looking for."
The gunner called out "Amitabha" several times before handing the letter written by Zhang San to Wu Jun: "I am Zhang San's neighbor, and I came here specifically to ask you to find something to do."
Wu Junren was a handsome man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. His skin was also very white and covered with fine beard. After reading Zhang San's letter, he patted the gun captain on the shoulder and said, "It's a small matter. Your name is Chen Siqing, right? I'll call you Brother Siqing, and you can just call me Xiaojun. You wait here for a while. Oh, by the way, go straight from here and turn left to the toilet. You have to pay 20 cents. Go to relieve yourself first. I'll wait for you here in a while."
Wu Jun was very popular in the restaurant. When the boss heard that he was one of their old relatives, he was very caring. Anyway, the restaurant was short of staff, so the gun captain successfully got a red waiter uniform and wore a small hat with a flowered gold edge like Wu Jun. Wu Jun took a leave and took the gun captain out to cut his hair. The gun captain felt really distressed, as he had finally grown such a long rock style. Look at Qi Qin, his wolf hair is so beautiful.
