First volume of imprisonment Chapter 15 Returning Home (Part 1)
Zhang Liqiu had already woken up. She could feel the heat between her waist and hips. It was a hand caressing her slowly. The lights from the opposite car occasionally flashed on the calm face of the gun commander. Zhang Liqiu was a little confused and couldn't tell whether he did it intentionally or unintentionally. But the heat penetrated the clothes and burned on her sensitive body.
The gun chief felt Zhang Liqiu's body temperature slowly rising, her breathing was already a little rapid, but not too obvious, the gun chief was secretly proud: Qigong flirting, it's really not covered. His fingers kept tapping on Zhang Liqiu's sexy body like playing the piano. Following the gun chief's rhythm, Zhang Liqiu began to tremble slightly, but her mind was still somewhat clear. The gun chief slowly opened his eyes, smiled at Zhang Liqiu, and the beauty only felt a buzzing in her head, and felt indescribable shyness. The gun chief naturally put his arms around her waist, leaned close to her ear, exhaled a small breath of hot air, and then stuck out his tongue...
The car had already driven onto a gravel road. The gun commander felt like he was leaning against an engine. He didn't have to move his body at all to produce natural twitching. Zhang Liqiu closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth, and sweat broke out on his body. He felt like he was about to be burned dry. Suddenly, his body spasmed and he let out a long breath. He finally reached the top. He opened his bright red mouth and looked at the gun commander with seductive eyes.
The gun chief hugged her and asked softly, "Is this your first time?" Zhang Liqiu nodded. She had imagined the scene countless times in her mind, but she didn't expect it to be the scene now. However, the feeling was very painful at first, but now it was very beautiful. The gun chief was a little proud. Looking at the red face of the beauty, he praised, "You are really beautiful!" Zhang Liqiu felt that the gun chief's weapon had not yet subsided, so she frowned and said softly, "Don't do it, okay? When we get home, we will..." The gun chief slowly pulled it out, cursing fiercely in his heart: I can't bear it, I can't bear it, compared with Xiaohong last night, it's like a fairy descending to the earth. Halfway through, he thrust it back. Zhang Liqiu couldn't help but hum. The gun chief was afraid that others would know and she would be embarrassed, so she had to lie back obediently.
It was less than seven in the morning when the car slowly pulled into the station. The gun captain had agreed with Zhang Liqiu before that he would take her home first, find the door, write down her phone number, and then return to her hometown. After finishing his business, he would go to the small town with her. When the two got off the car, the driver and a few guys who had chatted with him before stared at the gun captain with their eyes wide open, as if they were looking at a monster. They all felt that a flower was stuck in the dirt. The gun captain waved to them proudly and smiled goodbye, and walked out of the station with Zhang Liqiu.
When he arrived at a small shop , the gun captain recognized at a glance the vendor who had scolded him at the station. The fat woman was doing well and had opened a shop. The gun captain found it a little funny. Eight years had passed. How many eight years are there in a lifetime? When he first went out, he vomited all over the place in front of someone's stall. And there was Zhang San, that simple and silly boy.
The gun chief was eating while talking to the fat woman: "Boss, business is good. I remember you were setting up a stall at the station seven or eight years ago. Now you have opened a store." The fat woman laughed, and the fat on her face was squeezed into a ball. The gun chief thought viciously: Her man must be very thin! Damn, it's almost greasy. I wonder what her expression is when she is fucked? Zhang Liqiu saw the gun chief staring at him with his eyes rolling, and kicked him angrily. The gun chief laughed and said, "Guess what I was thinking just now?"
Zhang Liqiu asked unhappily, "What can you think of? You have a head full of bad ideas."
The gun captain whispered to Zhang Liqiu, "I wonder if you will be like her in the future. If so, I will definitely be skinny."
Zhang Liqiu burst out laughing, almost spitting out the food in his mouth, and reached out to hit the gun captain: "You are going to die! How could I... do this." The gun captain nodded repeatedly and said: "I don't think it's possible either. This is not an impression painting."
Zhang Liqiu thought this guy was really interesting, and she couldn't help liking him more and more. When she thought about the feeling of being sore and numb last night, her face turned red. The gun chief asked in a tactless manner: "Are you excited again? Haha, this is your first time, you should take it easy... Otherwise, I won't leave today and find a hotel!" Zhang Liqiu's face was covered with a red cloth. She had been brought up in a strict family. No one had ever been so bold and said these words to her directly. She felt embarrassed and happy at the same time, and all kinds of feelings were entangled. The gun chief hurriedly apologized to her. Seeing that the gun chief was anxious, Zhang Liqiu found it interesting and continued to look fierce, pretending to be angry and ignoring people.
Until the two men walked out of the store one after the other, the gun captain was carrying bags and small bags, just like the servant hired by Zhang Liqiu. The gun captain sighed and said from behind: "Oh, what a miserable life. Miss, I am just a nobody. Just raise your hand and put it on me. If you ignore me, someone will die soon." Zhang Liqiu tried hard not to laugh, the corners of her mouth twitched violently, she lowered her head, and just rushed forward, but forgot to look at the road, and turned into an alley with two or three private hotels. Seeing the two men come in, the boss greeted them hurriedly. The gun captain had an idea, put down the things, and pulled Zhang Liqiu in.
After the registration was completed, Zhang Liqiu asked in surprise, "You're not leaving?" The gun captain said with a smile, "How can I feel safe to go alone? You are clearly trying to kill me. You should take a day off and go back tomorrow."
Regardless of Zhang Liqiu's objection, he pulled her into the room. Although it was small, it had everything available. It was a nice small standard room and the price was not expensive. The gun captain pressed Zhang Liqiu to sit on the bed, then ran quickly to get all the things up. Zhang Liqiu had already gone to the bathroom to wash up. The gun captain turned on the TV and changed the channel happily.
It was not until the afternoon that the two of them came downstairs, leaning against each other. Seeing the boss's meaningful look, the gun chief couldn't help but laugh. He helped the limping Zhang Liqiu downstairs and said with a smile, "You sprained your foot." Zhang Liqiu's face turned red, but he didn't know what to say. He cursed in his heart: You bastard, I told you not to do it, but you insisted on doing it. Now you've made a fool of yourself. He twisted the gun chief's waist hard. The gun chief grinned, hissed, and laughed in his heart: You can hurt me with just your little fingers? Hehe. The action scene just now flashed in his mind, and he was very proud.
The two of them discussed in the room and decided not to let Zhang Liqiu's parents know for the time being. It was too sudden and the gun captain didn't want to add to their troubles. Now he was full of confidence, especially after knowing Zhang Liqiu's impression of his erudition, his self-confidence was even more inflated. He was secretly grateful to the masters in the prison. If it weren't for them, I, the gun captain, don't know which pockmarked and fleshy woman I would be crawling on.
After sending Zhang Liqiu to her doorstep and putting down her luggage, the gun chief waved goodbye. The bus back to her hometown only runs in the morning, so she had to stay overnight. I guess there won't be any more bargains tonight, and I guess today is enough for Zhang Liqiu to drink a pot. Eight years ago, when I came out to work, I passed by the county town once, and it was at the station. I didn't pass by the county town when I came back. The second time, I was arrested, but sent to the detention center. This time I have to take a good walk. The gun chief wandered aimlessly along the street and came to the gate of the Public Security Bureau. The gun chief thought, let's go in and take a look, maybe I can meet some acquaintances. Just as he was about to go in, he suddenly felt a sense of fear in his heart. A prisoner once said that after being released from prison, he would rather die than go to jail again. Now the gun chief somewhat understood the meaning of this sentence. He took back his steps again, and the gun chief's eyes flashed with a wolf-like fierce light. He thought of eight years ago, the little brother in the detention center, the rice made of cornmeal, and potatoes and cabbage. The gun chief thought to himself: Sooner or later, I will make you restless.
When he walked to the door of a supermarket, the gun captain thought about going back tomorrow. Although he was returning from prison, he couldn't look shabby, right? Back then, Chen Cangshu gave him two packs of cigarettes and two bottles of wine, and his daughter at home would call him daddy if he gave her a piece of candy. The gun captain felt a pain in his heart for no reason. During the years in prison, he sometimes thought of his daughter, but he had a resistance. On the one hand, his time was very tight because of Long Zhenbang, and his mind was full of thoughts about how to avoid being beaten and how to make himself a strong man. There was also the reason for his wife. That was Zhu Hong's daughter, a daughter that Zhu Hong didn't want. Thinking about it, he walked in. His daughter should be eleven years old this year. He went to the children's clothing department to buy three beautiful new clothes, and went to the stationery department to buy a school bag, a pencil case, and many pens and notebooks. He went to the tobacco and alcohol department to buy ten packs of cigarettes and ten bottles of fine Qu wine. He hesitated for a while and then slipped into the clothing department to buy two new clothes for the old man, and finally five pairs of shoes, all matching clothes.
The cashier was very excited by the gun chief's crazy shopping, and he quickly asked someone to help him move things. The gun chief felt very accomplished. He was like a rich boss with a delivery man behind him. This feeling... was really fucking cool! Being rich... was really fucking satisfying!
I didn't wake up until five o'clock the next day. I practiced Tai Chi in the small room and felt refreshed and full of energy. Those men who would stagger after hanging out with women for three or two days were really useless. I asked the hotel owner for a big cardboard box, put all my things in it, and carried it easily with one hand. I walked to the store opened by the fat woman yesterday. The gun captain still went in and greeted the fat woman. He proudly boasted to the fat woman about his actions in the supermarket yesterday. The fat woman's face was full of contempt. Country people are like this. They earn a little money outside and buy some cheap goods to brag about it. Look at this kid who is full of strength. He must be appreciated by the boss for doing hard labor outside.
"Hey, brother, you should go to specialty stores to buy famous brands. That's the only way to look good. Although country folks don't know what brands are, only those who can walk out of there with bags of different sizes are considered rich. I see it's not easy for you to earn money by working, so you should buy some practical things for your family, like a TV, a VCD, and a radio. Once you put them in your home, I guarantee that people around you will be jealous."
Listening to the fat woman's bland words, the gun captain was indeed tempted. He spent more than 2,000 yuan in the supermarket yesterday, and was still looked down upon! Damn, do they think I am a brother to those stupid farmers? After finishing breakfast in a hurry, he asked her about the home appliance store, rushed to the station to put the things first, and then discussed with the driver, and then ran to the home appliance store to buy the things that the fat woman mentioned. He bought everything for less than 2,000 yuan. The gun captain secretly cursed himself for being a pig-headed. He was ripped off by someone in the supermarket yesterday. Thinking about it, he felt a little unwilling, so he had to remember the supermarket firmly in his heart.
Before the car started, the gun captain called Zhang Liqiu, and then sat in the car, thinking about the difference between himself and the city people and the country people. Today, the fat woman shocked him. He felt that his consciousness was still very low. Even if he was rich, others would think he was a nouveau riche. What is a nouveau riche? A rich man with no knowledge, no culture, and no taste. Am I that kind of person? No, I am not as rich as a nouveau riche, but I have knowledge, culture, and taste... Yes, I still lack taste, the taste of enjoyment. Shopping is a kind of enjoyment, and spending money is also a kind of enjoyment. I have to finish the brothers' business quickly, and then go to find the people that Boss Long has told me, and then I have to make money! Yes, I have to make money.
In just a few hours in the car, the gun captain had already determined his goal in his mind. He was indeed educated and could speak English fluently. Although he only talked with Chen Fanglan, he had listened to English programs and was basically half a foreigner. He also understood biochemistry and computers, especially the way of thinking and concepts taught by Master Ouyang, as well as the ancient culture, history, and geography, which were all useful.
I saw my hometown again! Banpo Village. The road outside the substation was paved with asphalt. The gun chief paid an extra twenty yuan and asked the minibus driver to take him to the Banpo roadside. The mountains and rivers were getting closer and closer, and there were oranges and tangerines on the mountains. It was just past the harvest season. The gun chief thought of his own land and fruit trees. He was homesick. A complex and unspeakable sadness surged in his heart, and his eyes began to moisten. I was a thing worse than a dog back then, but now I am back. Everyone must think of me as a prisoner, a dog who has been reformed!
The gun captain's violent nature began to flare up, his eyes turned scarlet, like a mad lion, flashing a cold light that was about to bite people. The driver suddenly saw him and was frightened. Why did this guy look like a murderer? Did he commit a crime outside and escape back? He quickly stopped the car on the side of the road and shouted to the gun captain in a low voice: "Hey, brother, it's time." The gun captain came to his senses and hurriedly thanked him and took out the bill to pay the freight. The driver said he didn't want anything and cursed in his heart: I took your money, it would be no fun if you retaliate in the future. Looking at the gun captain's solid body, although the clothes covered the lines, the muscles inside were definitely strong.
The gun captain felt a sense of familiarity with all those who drove. His dream back then was the same as theirs, but they all came true, leaving him alone without a car. The gun captain thought to himself that he must learn to drive as soon as possible.
With the help of the driver, the gun captain put all the things on the roadside, which was not far from Yu's shop. The gun captain was not afraid of others stealing them, so he rushed directly to Yu's house. The old woman was in good spirits, but she looked much older. The gun captain was somewhat relieved that she was still alive after not seeing her for eight years.
"Aunt, are you home alone?" The gun captain took the initiative to greet his wife. Mrs. Yu turned around and looked at the gun captain. She really didn't dare to recognize him, but she still said politely: "Hey, whose family is this young man? Why do you look familiar?"
The gun captain chuckled and said, "Aunt, I'm the gun captain! The prisoner gun captain!" The wrinkled bags under the eyes of old woman Yu tightened all of a sudden. She stared with her eyes wide open and her mouth half open, looking at the gun captain in front of her. Her face was full of surprise. The gun captain was very proud. The effect was good. This was the power of the prisoner!
"Why? Auntie doesn't dare to acknowledge her as her nephew?"
Mrs. Yu reacted and felt a little panicked. This was a labor camp prisoner who had been released from prison. She said with a smile on her face: "How can it be possible? I'm already seven or eight years old. It's good to be out. Just arrived, right? You see I'm old and dizzy. Come and sit here, sit down." The gun commander did not refuse and sat down with a big horse and a golden sword. He knew that by tomorrow, everyone in Banpo would know that the gun commander was back. Hehe, I am back, but what can you do?
Seeing that Old Lady Yu was busy making tea for him, the spearman stood up and said, "Don't bother me, Auntie. I brought some things back and there's no one to look after them, so I'll go over there and let Auntie look after them for me. I'll take the things back first and come back to bother you another day."
Old woman Yu followed the spearman out and saw a pile of things on the roadside. She shouted, "So many things? You are not... Not bad, not bad, I will help you guard it. Don't worry, no one dares to steal things under my nose..." Hearing this, the spearman felt a little proud. Who else could be a thief here except me? Even if someone stole it, I could make him return it intact.
When Mrs. Yu saw the box with the TV, she asked in disbelief, "Is that a TV?" The Gun Captain laughed and said, "What's the big deal? It's just a TV. I also bought a VCD, a receiver, and some clothes and shoes, all branded!" Mrs. Yu shook her head and said, "It seems that your nephew has made a fortune. Only your uncle and Zhang Sanwa'er have TVs in Banpo. When it's ready, let me go and have a look. I'll also take out my savings and buy one someday."
The gun captain didn't want to say more to her. He passed one hand through the packaging tape of the TV box and picked it up with a "Hey". With the other hand, he held up the large cardboard box of clothes, cigarettes and alcohol. He turned around and said hello to Old Lady Yu, and walked briskly up the slope. Old Lady Yu saw the gun captain's brisk appearance and murmured, "Is this really the gun captain? He was so skinny back then. Damn it, can you get rich by going to jail? The world has changed!"
