I say all wine is worse than you

Zhang Ailing has a novel called "Love in a Fallen City", a war that overturned the world, fulfilling Bai Liusu's desolate love in ruins.In this story, under an overly vast background, love appears pale and realistic, because it is also mixed with too many things.

The encounter between Ji Chunfeng and Du Shili also had such an ups and downs at the beginning, as if it was destined that the relationship between them would continue to be cut and messed up, and it would never be pure.

So sometimes Chunfeng thinks that she and Shili just made a mistake in the steps. If there is a normal beginning, maybe the ending will not be like this.

That was in the winter of 2008.

A sudden freeze engulfed most of China. The originally warm south was plunged into a world of ice and snow. Water, electricity, internet and roads were blocked. In the cold winter approaching the Spring Festival, every railway station was overcrowded. Those rushing home for the New Year were stranded on the road.

Chunfeng is also a member of this tens of millions of troops.Because the holiday was late, I didn't book a ticket at all, so I had to go to the train station with my bag on my back and queue up.

After queuing at the train station for a day and a night, most of the trains have been out of service, and the few trains that are still passing have tickets that have been sold for 20 days, so Chunfeng will naturally not be able to buy them.On the way, Amway, a kind-hearted aunt, went to the ticket refund window to wait for several hours. Unfortunately, among the few refunded people, there was never the train she wanted.

So when Huang came out to buy instant noodles, he was stopped by someone and asked if he was going to Linzhou. When their car was about to leave, Chunfeng felt a shock and didn't even think much about it. He didn't even ask the fare, and just followed The other party got into the car.

When I arrived, I realized that it was actually a god pit.

Of course there are cars.The long-distance sleeper bus has a very spacious interior, and it is also made into bunk beds just like the train, but the pavement is narrower and the space is more crowded.

——But even so, Chunfeng didn't get a bunk, but was arranged to make a bunk on the open space in the middle of the bunk.

Turning around and chatting with other passengers in the car in a low voice, I realized that my ticket was also a hundred dollars more expensive.Even the other guests who "spent on the floor" like her had tickets that were thirty times cheaper than hers.

Chunfeng wondered, did he look particularly easy to bully?But think about it or bear it.

The day I got on the bus was already the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, and it was only two days before the Chinese New Year.One thing more is worse than one thing less, and it is important to go home.

But sometimes, you want to calm things down, but God may not give you this chance.

It was noon when we boarded the car, but the curtains were drawn in the car, the light was dim, and the occasional conversations were also lowered, and most people covered themselves with quilts and fell asleep with their eyes closed.

Because the road surface is frozen, it can only be thawed for a few hours during the day, so this trip will be divided into two days, with an overnight stay in the car.Because the electricity in the car is insufficient, the air conditioner is not turned on during the day.Fortunately, it was originally a confined space, so many people couldn't breathe out, and it wasn't cold in the compartment, but it always made people feel an indescribable smell.

The conductor gave out a thin quilt, and Chunfeng hugged and covered it for a long time before he felt his body that was about to freeze warm.She put her bag behind her head as a pillow. She had been running around for two days trying to get a ticket. Now that she was relaxing, her fatigue surged.

But he couldn't sleep again, so Chunfeng could only lie down, close his eyes and calculate his savings.

In Chunfeng's short life, the word money is very important, but very light.My father is addicted to gambling, and if he loses money, he will definitely drink. When he is drunk, domestic violence is inevitable. Not only does my mother have to support the whole family, but she also has to endure endless insults. She dare not make a scene, so she can only hide and cry.There are no reliable elders, so Chunfeng became sensible early on.

But her sensibility may not be the same as that of ordinary people.When other students were studying hard, Chunfeng worked part-time during class, helping people hook woolen slippers, earning two yuan for a pair of slippers.Children of the same age are still obsessed with various snacks and toys, and Chunfeng has already regarded them as customers and started selling these things in school.

But she never kept too much money in her hands, and she had to spend it immediately when she earned money, otherwise her father would find out, not only would the money be taken away, but she would also be beaten up.

But three years ago, it all ended.

On a rainy night, the drunken father fell into the river on the way home, so the mother and Chunfeng were liberated.

Chunfeng had just entered high school that year.

She has never liked studying, and unlike most chicken soups, she believes that reading can change her destiny, so after graduating from high school last year, Chunfeng dropped out of school and went to work.At first, she was in Hunan with an elder entrusted by her mother, but she soon couldn't stand the life of being controlled by others, so she went to Zhejiang alone this year.

She works part-time in a garment factory in Zhejiang, and she is paid on a piece-by-piece basis.No one cares, Chunfeng's life is quite loose, and there are times when he only works a few days a month. If he has no money, he can grit his teeth and work overtime for a month.

At this time, there are many factories in Zhejiang, and most of the employees are factory sisters and brothers from other places. They do not sign contracts, and their wages are not paid monthly.There are even bosses who will deduct 2000 yuan in order to let employees come back next year, and then send it back after the Chinese New Year.

But Chunfeng can always find a reason to take money from the boss, and then spend it quickly.With the same salary, others can settle 1 yuan to go home for the New Year, but she only got a small [-] yuan.

If my mother knew, she would probably cry again.

This thought reminded me of the afternoon.After five o'clock, the road surface was frozen again, and the car could no longer drive forward. We found a place to stop at the service area, and then everyone began to prepare for dinner.For a while, there was a smell of instant noodles in the carriage, which made people sick after smelling it for a long time.Chunfeng left in a hurry, and he only had a pack of ham sausage and two barrels of instant noodles in his hand. He smelled the smell and had no appetite at all, so he ate only one ham sausage.

When it got dark, the air conditioner was finally turned on in the car to warm up.Dim yellow incandescent lights hung on the roof, making people dizzy.In the nearly enclosed space, the breath is full of carbon dioxide, which makes people's minds drowsy.

The atmosphere in the carriage has always been dull, no one spoke, everyone was lying in their positions, numb and pale at first glance, it was shocking.

Chunfeng tidied up her bag, pulled the quilt and lay down.

Maybe it was because she was too tired, but she fell asleep almost as soon as she lay down.But I can't sleep well, I always wake up after a while, and the surrounding environment is always like that, making it hard to tell whether time is really moving forward.

In a daze, Chunfeng suddenly felt a hand touching his body.

Thinking it was a thief, Chunfeng woke up almost immediately.But when her mind cleared up, she realized what was going on.

It wasn't a thief, it was the man sleeping in the next bunk who was molesting her!

Tired of traveling all the way, the accumulation of various emotions has reached a critical point, and the hand of this shameless old man is the last straw that overwhelms the camel, or the fuse that ignites a ****. Chunfeng gritted his teeth and grabbed it. Caught the man's thin and wrinkled hands.

"Fuck you numb, where the hell are you touching?!"

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