The lame man at the dumpling shop

"The Lame Man at the Dumpling Shop" Author: Hang Baqiao

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I searched for a label for a long time, but I couldn't find a suitable one. It won't be abusive, but it will be poor. Life will improve later, but it won't make a fortune.

I didn't think about Gong's name, anyway, Yan Qingsheng was the one who received it.

It is a bit of an outline article, and I will try to finish it as soon as possible.

Still don't care about the local cover, it's not a serious article anyway (kneeling

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It's raining like crazy in Nanjing today, so I decided to call Cheng Shui :-P

: Under the year, fall in love with HE

Yan Qingsheng, male, 36 years old.

Oh no, today is his birthday, 37.

"Yan Laizi!" The owner of the dumpling shop opened the leather curtain of the back kitchen. The back kitchen was full of steam. He didn't want to stay for a moment, so he didn't even step through the door, and shouted in a rough voice, "Roll 200 more skins. , you can go back by eleven o'clock."

Yan Qingsheng didn't care to wipe off his sweat, and nodded without speaking.The boss knew that he had heard it, so he leisurely went back to the front hall. The cripple didn't say anything else, he was working sincerely and hard, so he was very relieved.

Yan Qingsheng had an accident when he was a child. His family was poor and there was no money to treat him properly. He suffered from a lame problem. He could walk but couldn't run.Soon the children in the neighborhood began to call him lame. This title has accompanied him for 32 years, including this year, longer than his mother has accompanied him.

At [-]:[-], hundreds of dumpling wrappers were neatly piled up on one side. Yan Qingsheng stood up, stretched his arms on the table to reach his old cloth bag, and when he turned around, the proprietress was standing at the door, holding a plate. The dumplings are eaten with gusto.

He also ate it at night, the dumpling skin soup in the pot, some dumplings were broken, and the stuffing fell into the pot. He drank five bowls and tasted it was beef stuffing.

He was quite satisfied with having meat on his birthday, and it was still "advanced meat".

Yan Qingsheng turned slowly towards the door.

"Hey, wait a minute, I'll give you this month's salary." The proprietress put the plate away and rummaged through some in her purse.

600 yuan.

Even though they are only a small third-tier city, the number of months is unbelievable, but Yan Qingsheng can't help it. He has no education, his family can't afford him to go to school, and he only finished junior high school. The dumpling shop offered him three meals, and then he came, and he recognized him early in the morning and late in the evening.

He heard the boss tell the diners in front that he was "disabled" and that he "just became a meritorious deed". His voice was not controlled at all, as if he might not be able to hear.

The boss is right, let's live like this.

Yan Qingsheng just felt tired and sleepy, and wanted to go back to sleep quickly.He took several sheets of red, green, and gray paper, flattened them one by one, carefully put them into the inner pocket of the cloth bag, pressed them, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, lady boss."

The dumpling shop is only three alleys away from his home, which is one of the reasons why Yan Qingsheng thinks the job is good.He lives in a well-known urban village in City C. The government has been slow in planning and has been calling for demolition for almost ten years. The white character demolition at the entrance of the alley was painted by old Mr. Chen himself.

Such a dilapidated alley naturally has no lights at night. In order to save electricity bills, people in this area go to bed early.Yan Qingsheng likes the moon, so it is easier for him to walk.

Unfortunately, the sky is dark tonight, there is no moon or stars, there is a little light at the entrance of the alley, and it is almost impossible to see the doors and windows of each house when walking tens of meters, the stone bricks on the ground are raised and lowered , step on muddy water.

Yan Qingsheng tightly held the cloth bag in his hand, which contained an umbrella, a teacup, a bunch of keys, and his 600 yuan.

He walked through the first alley.

There is a corner between the second alley and the first alley, which is similar to an intersection. There is a large abandoned billboard, the billboard is scratched, and it rattles when the wind blows.When he was about five or six meters away from the sign, he stopped suddenly, trying to stuff the cloth bag into his clothes in a panic. He actually wanted to leave quickly, but his faulty leg was trembling, and he couldn't get any strength left. Can't use it anymore.

Three or four people came out from behind the billboard, it was too dark, Yan Qingsheng wasn't sure if there was still one standing behind the tree next to the public toilet, and he didn't dare to look closely, anyway, it doesn't make any difference if there is one more or one less.

"Hey, old cripple, you learned how to hide after seeing our brothers."

This is not the first time Yan Qingsheng has been robbed.He is poor, but no one around is rich. Yan Qingsheng, who has no strength to fight back, in the eyes of the gangster, is just like the old hen who was slaughtered at the time.

A grinning person stepped forward and pulled his arm. He turned to one side and was hugged by a person from behind.As soon as he struggled, he was kicked hard on the waist again. The little gangster cooperated very skillfully, let go of his hand in an instant, and he fell three to five meters away, making a dull sound.

The old cloth bag was lost and fell into the mud pit next to the public toilet.

"Fuck, it's dirty."

The little gangster frowned and cursed, took a sip, raised his leg and kicked on his right shoulder, "Damn, old cripple."

Yan Qingsheng was beaten for a while, the group of people predicted that he would not be able to stand up, and they almost used his hands when beating him.He was beaten out of experience. As soon as they made a move, he held his head tightly, gritted his teeth, and counted in his heart without saying a word.

After counting to about two hundred and sixty-seven, these bastards ran away after playing enough.

Today was no exception. When Yan Qingsheng was the only one on the ground, he slowly lowered his arms, saw that the cloth bag half soaked in dirty water was still there, and crawled over with his upper body at an astonishingly ignorant speed.

He squeezed the side, and the slightly hard feel made him breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the boss always delays, so the little gangster is not sure whether he has money or not.

But the boss is always in arrears of his salary, so he should not be thanked.Yan Qingsheng thought about it, thank God.

Yan Qingsheng finished thanking God on the ground, and chanted various gods and bodhisattvas randomly, guessing that no one would come again, so he got up with his hands on the mud bricks, and limped through the rest of the journey with a dirty and smelly body. way home.

The weather is not very cold yet, and coal is used to boil water. The briquettes have increased by 5 cents since last month. There are quite a lot of yellow mud ideas in them. It takes 20 minutes to boil the water, so he is not willing to boil another pot.

Yan Qingsheng mixed two buckets of cold water with a bottle of warm boiled water that had been placed in the morning, stood in the big red bathtub in the middle of the room, and took a shower while breathing.

Compared with other small restaurants, the dumpling shop had no fume. He was busy all day, but he just sweated more.If it weren't for the fall on the road, he would actually only need a bucket of water.

After all, even the cheap shampoo at the canteen costs five yuan.

After taking a shower, he squatted down and rubbed his muddy clothes and pants, hung them on the wires pulled up in the house, and then used a bathtub to connect them, and then swung a big broom to sweep out the water all over the floor.

It's finally over.

Yan Qingsheng took out an extremely old Nokia from under the pillow. The dark green fluorescent screen was only as big as the lids of his four thumbs. It was still used by his mother when she was alive.After his mother left, Yan Qingsheng directly lost his phone card. He had no one to contact, and naturally he didn't need a mobile phone. He just used it to check the time and set an alarm.

The dumpling shop opens at six o'clock, and he has to go there at five o'clock, and the latest departure is 45:04 every day, so he can get up before 30:[-].

Still got four hours of sleep.Yan Qingsheng closed his eyes against the clock, and fell asleep without seeing the injuries all over his body.

It turned out he didn't get a full four hours of sleep.He sleeps fast but lightly, and the slightest movement can wake him up for three minutes.

Hiss.It was the sound of the bathtub rubbing against the ground, short, and there seemed to be the sound of gravel being crushed.

Yan Qingsheng lay on the bed, facing the dusty whitewashed wall, his body stiffened.He was sure that people had entered the house, but firstly, he didn't know how many people had come, and secondly, he didn't know why.

His house is famous for its bare walls, and he hides his monthly salary in the pillow core, so thieves may not necessarily drive people off the pillow.

The thief from outside probably left by himself in a while.

——Or kill yourself with a knife.

It is too easy to induce negative emotions in the middle of the night, and dark thoughts that cannot see the light are breeding in his head uncontrollably at this moment-as long as he has a good time, the knife is sharper, and there is nothing wrong with ending the current life.

Enough is enough, enough is enough.

After all, the meaning of living was too profound for Yan Qingsheng, his mind was daunted by it, and his brain turned around and fell into sleep again.But the next day, the alarm bell urged him to open his eyes, and he was still walking crookedly on the way to work. He was not happy and disappointed, as if life was like this, asking for nothing, even death at home was no exception.

He remembered that when he was a child, a few nuns came to the alley for alms, and he didn't know which mountain or which temple it was. He heard them say that people came to this world to suffer, which was similar to serving a prison sentence. Be good and be released after serving the sentence.Yan Qingsheng doesn't believe in Buddhism, but he remembers this statement and occasionally thinks it makes sense.

For example, today, he recited silently on the road, Amitabha, the Buddha opened his eyes.

But he was not firm in his convictions.A plate of vegetarian leek dumplings for breakfast, enough soup, Yan Qingsheng wiped his mouth when he was full, smacking the remaining smell of leeks, and felt that it was good to be alive.

Unexpectedly, after ten o'clock in the evening, there was a "bang" first, and Yan Qingsheng shook his hand holding the dumpling skin. He didn't know what happened. The son rushed in, dragging and dragging the proprietress behind her.

If Yan Qingsheng's legs were fine, he would have straightened up straight in fright. He was not blind, and the yellow light reflected white light on the blade, "Why, why..."

"Where are you motherfuckers!" The head of the upper arm has a group of green dragon patterns, and the proprietress who usually has sharp teeth and sharp mouth is shaking like a sieve.