My 26-year-old female tenant: Gufan on the Island

The cold air outside was biting, so I subconsciously tightened my collar, followed the footsteps of others, and got on the bus in order; I found a seat by the window and sat down, and then looked out of the window out of habit...

I didn't think about anything until the street lights turned on and the shadow of the guitar was reflected on the car window. I suddenly came back to my senses and felt a dull feeling in my heart.

When I was about to sell this guitar, I was finally "forced" to think of many past events related to Jane Wei: her crying, her smile, her expectant expression, her disappointed look, accompanied by each incident, it seemed that I transformed into the heavy snow outside the car window, covering the city like a torrent and freezing my life. I gradually lost my vitality and no longer longed for anything, so that everyone put the label of "muddle through" on me. On my body.

I have no explanation for this; perhaps, only by experiencing an unforgettable love can we truly understand what it means to be overwhelmed by illness.

……

I wanted to smoke a cigarette, so I took out the cigarette case from my pocket, only to realize that I was sitting on the bus; but I was unwilling to do anything, so I put back the things I had taken out, so I took out the cigarette case. Put the film on and look at it...

I want to see a different world through this film, at least, it won’t snow anymore.

Unfortunately, the scene remained the same; it wasn't until the bus entered the next intersection and the street lights shone brightly that I saw a halo of light on the transparent film. A tall building with a novel design outside the car window suddenly shrank in this circle of light, like a city in the sky. It was so comforting to my heart, which had fallen into the mortal world and became increasingly tacky!

I lost my mind again.

At this moment, the bus shuddered, and then stopped. The unwilling driver stepped on the accelerator again. The bus trembled continuously, but it still couldn't move. It was like a beautiful woman who was powerless in front of her. The old man just buried his head in the thick snow.

The driver turned around and shouted to a group of people in the car: "Everyone who is young and strong in the car can get out and push the cart."

Everyone looked around, but no one wanted to move. The driver was a little anxious, so he shouted in a higher voice: "We are not all old, weak, sick or disabled. Everyone who can move should move. Don't look back and delay your date with your girlfriend, instead complaining that I don't try my best."

The young men in the car, as if they were afraid that others would think they didn't have a girlfriend, took off their coats one by one and got out of the car, but I remained motionless...

So, there were some bad comments around me, and the driver also came over and said, "Little brother, is it inappropriate for you to stay still for such a thing that requires everyone to work together?"

Several elderly ladies sitting next to me echoed: "That's right, those young men who are not as strong as you have gone down... When you are in Suzhou, don't lose the city's sense of public morality."

I looked up at them, and after a long while I said to the driver: "Brother, I'm so sorry, I am the cripple among the old, weak, sick and crippled in your words."

After saying that, I picked up my trouser legs and added, "I fell down while riding a motorcycle last week. You see, I haven't fully recovered yet."

The driver looked at the scars on my knees and then at the people outside. He seemed to lack confidence in the number of people. He patted my shoulders and replied: "I see you have scabs here and your injuries are not serious. That's it." Just use it as half a person, if not, you still have one leg."

At the end, he added: "I'm really not targeting you... exerting force is quite mysterious. Don't look at the dozen or twenty young men standing outside. Maybe it's your leg that's missing... I'm telling you. It’s the strength of your legs.”

Might as well not fucking explain, I thought to myself.

……

In my mind, the so-called "civil spirit" is just a euphemistic word, but I still got out of the car, and then in the driver's command, I shouted with them and exerted my strength together... The ones on my legs that were not The scar that was completely healed seemed to have cracked open again, which made me look ferocious, and then I exploded with even greater ferocity...

The driver was right. Maybe it was the strength of my leg that was lacking. In short, the heavy body finally broke free from the confinement of the snow, accompanied by my collapse.

I sat slumped in the snow, wanting to give myself time to smoke a cigarette, but everyone got in the car in a hurry, as if they really had girlfriends and were really waiting in a dimly lit place. Like them.

I can only follow helplessly.

……

I was a little angry. While I was going down to push the car, someone actually took the opportunity to occupy my car seat. To be precise, she was a young woman, a well-armed young woman, wearing a mask and a heavy down jacket. Her head was hidden in the hat that was integrated with the down jacket. Only a pair of eyes were exposed, but she regarded me as nothing.

Not only did she occupy my car seat, but she also rudely threw my guitar in the aisle.

I became even more angry, so I limped and moved to her side, and cursed: "Holy shit... you're not mistaken, this is my seat... I'll go down to push the cart... you..." I spread out Hands, feeling speechless, he cursed again: "Do you still have a sense of public morality?"

Only then did she focus on me and replied: "I'm pregnant..."

I was stunned for a moment and sighed: "I just said, damn, you got pregnant...isn't it a little too fast?!"

Before the woman could react, there was a burst of laughter in the car... They didn't seem to care who was right or wrong. Anyway, my words were frivolous and she was shamelessly dominating. Neither of them were good people.

The woman glared at me and cursed: "You are a dirty bitch!"

"If I'm a dirty bitch, you're a liar... Look at your legs, are they as thick as the cigarette in my pocket? How dare you say you're pregnant!"

"I just got pregnant and it's not obvious yet."

"If you say that, then I really have to argue with you... Even if you are really pregnant, then I am still a disabled person. Emotionally and rationally, I need this seat more than you do."

"Stop bragging, I saw it just now... you must have been pushing the cart with all your might, the soles of your feet are almost dry and smoking."

"There's smoke under my feet, and those of you who didn't go out to push the cart will also benefit!" I felt speechless again, and after a while of silence, I looked down at her again, almost yelling and asked: "You have a knife on you? ?"

She finally looked at me warily and asked, "What are you doing?"

"You just don't want to see that I still have a good leg. I'll have another fucking surgery and become severely disabled, okay?...I want to order this car seat!"

"I was scared to death. I thought you were going to die with me."

At this moment, it is really difficult to use words to evaluate a woman who has only seen this side, but the feeling of frustration in my heart is so real. I feel that I am very unlucky. On such a rare snowy day, it is even more rare that I meet a woman who is even less qualified than me... and what I want is to stab myself and then create a tit-for-tat relationship between me and her. situation, is this the so-called desire for a sense of existence?

Yes, in the long-term muddled life, I can hardly feel my existence.

In fact, the car was already pushed, and I didn’t need a seat as much as I thought. I just didn’t want to give up such an opportunity to vent my emotions as I should have…

At this time, this woman suddenly stood up from her seat, and then said to me with a different face: "Don't be so cruel... I just lied to you, I'm not pregnant... I'll give you my seat back."

After saying that, she walked towards the aisle, but I clearly heard her muttering again at this time: "What I hate the most is that you guys carry a guitar on your back and think that you are the scum of the society of literary youth!"

I looked at her back, confused for a moment...

Sure enough, there was no unreasonable targeting. I just don’t know if she was targeting the guitar, some social scum, or me who carries the guitar with me.

……

At the next stop, someone got off the bus, and a seat finally became available. Someone reminded her, and she sat down in the empty seat. Then, she took off her mask, and I finally saw her clearly in the wind and snow. She looks like... She is not an ugly-looking woman, but has red lips and white teeth, a little sexy and charming... What contrasts with this is her neurosis.

The world is so big and there are so many human beings, so I will always meet some inexplicable people, so I gradually calmed down; maybe, she also missed me the same way... But it doesn't matter anymore, it's just such a one-time relationship anyway. , after all, Suzhou is so big.

If I hadn’t fallen while riding a motorcycle, I wouldn’t have even taken the bus, and we shouldn’t have met in the first place.