Feminism and donkeys

It was still early and the night was long.

Weaving wheat is very tiring, but she has to fill the time with other things, and she is afraid that she will think wildly when she stops.

In this small town, there are many old friends Zhimai has not seen for many years. She sent messages one by one, but she was always declined because she wanted to take care of the child.

Old friends of the same age in my hometown have regarded marriage and childbirth as a competition, and none of them want to lose. They are scrambling to get pregnant and marry, and then let trivial matters castrate their ego and time.

There are two people with the best relationship, and they go to the appointment brazenly.One rushed forward with a pregnant belly, and the other resolutely stopped all the work in hand.

The reunion of the three seemed like they were in a boudoir, and the joy was beyond words.

"Let me see your waist, hey, you can't see your belly from the back, I think it must be a boy."

As soon as the old friends met, they turned around the pregnant woman with joy, wishing their friends from the bottom of their hearts.

"There is still such a saying? Don't you usually say that the shape of the belly is pointed, and the round one is a man." The mother-to-be touched her belly and smiled lovingly. "They all said that my belly is so round. very."

The conversation clearly revealed their desire to win a man in one fell swoop, which made Zhimai feel extremely ironic, and she gradually felt a little breathless.

What do women of this age usually talk about?Nothing more than marriage, family and children.

Zhimai wanted to cater to the topic, so he forced a smile and asked, "How are you and Brother Yong, last time you said you were going to get married next year?"

The woman smiled shyly: "Well, he asked how much the bride price is from our family."

She hesitated, and added: "Actually, I think it's okay to not want the bride price."

She thinks that love is a matter of equality. The marriage of two people has nothing to do with family. Why does the man have to give a bride price?

The other two choked up on the spot. The pregnant woman hesitated to speak, and gave up when she reached her mouth. She picked up the cup and swallowed the words together with warm water.

Zhimai couldn't help it first: "Then you plan to dink?"

Universal values ​​believe that maternity compensation is a means of economic compensation for wives who miss work due to pregnancy.

"No, it's not like you don't know, I like children the most."

The woman immediately retorted and looked at Zhimai with anger. They have been friends for many years, why don't they remember that she got married just to have a child.

Zhimai continued to ask: "Oh, is that child named after you?"

"how is this possible!"

"why?"

The woman and the pregnant woman spoke in unison, their expressions were very surprised, as if they saw some monster that was unreasonable, and at the same time expressed their incomprehension.

And Zhimai didn't understand even more, she thought the question was normal and gentle, why did the old friend look like he was being stabbed sharply.

She felt very uncomfortable, as if ten thousand insects had crawled over her whole body, she shivered.

Is it extreme to ask for a bride price?Is motherhood extreme?Is infertility extreme?Is anti-marriage and anti-childbearing extreme?

In different environments, extreme sounds and moderate sounds are always relative.

"It's strange, why do children follow their mother's instincts?"

"That's right. When he goes to primary school, his classmates will definitely find it strange. He will be discriminated against."

"That's right, my surname is not pleasant, what's so good about my surname?"

Zhimai was speechless, the one who said his surname was unpleasant was Murong.

The two sat opposite her and opposed her together, nodding in agreement with each other on the same front, she felt that she was the alien.

She originally thought that opposing patriarchal patriarchy, valuing betrothal gifts and surname rights, was at least the minimum consensus in the community of shared future for women, but she did not expect that the surge of online voices and reality would be separated to such an extent, giving her an absurd time and space. Dislocation.

They are separated by a table, and they are obviously breathing together on the same inch of land, but there is a transparent wall separating each other from themselves, and the distance is as far away as thousands of mountains and rivers.

She has nothing more to say.

Seeing off her old friend, Zhimai felt as if a world had passed, she buried her face in her hands, her spine seemed to have been pulled out, and she couldn't straighten up.

Where is the destination of a woman? If she leaves Qingxuan, where will she go?

Qingxuan didn't know where Zhimai had gone, and asked around like a headless chicken, only to find out that she had gone home.

Only a little bit of peace of mind.

If the mountain does not come, I will go to the mountain.

Qingxuan learned how to buy a passenger bus ticket after going around for a while.

As soon as she entered, she realized that she also suffered from motion sickness.

The seats for dozens of people are only two-thirds full.The windows were transparent gray, the blackout curtains had two hooks torn off, the white seat covers had advertisements printed on them, and the air was suffocating and smelly.

Qingxuan felt very uncomfortable. The vibration from the engine from the soles of her feet made her heart very uncomfortable, her chest tightness and shortness of breath made her feel like vomiting from time to time, and she even felt a little dizzy.

She leaned back for a while, and couldn't sleep because of the noise around her, so she took out her mobile phone and turned on Lujiang, trying to learn from Lily Wen how they coaxed their girlfriends.

But I don't know when, there is no column for lily novels, but a sub-column in "Danmei".

After having a girlfriend, she also wondered why these famous authors, with influential pens, endless stories, and inexhaustible talents, just like to write "okay" with femininity that does not exist in reality. man".

You can’t see women in workplace recruitment, you can’t see women in photos of reports, you can’t see women in commendations of meritorious service, and you can’t even see women in the creations of female authors.

LGBT is often represented by men, and the figures and propositions purely for women are always placed at the end;

Among the few categories of novels with the same attribute, lesbians are below gays, which can be said to be very realistic.

The signal on the road is very poor, and the protagonist's emotions in the novel have a great turning point, but whether the next chapter can be reunited or not can't be loaded at all.

Qingxuan thought of himself and felt even more uncomfortable, so he turned off the phone and opened the curtains directly.

She grew up in a fertile plain area. It was the first time she saw so many uninterrupted mountains. She suspected that the driver had driven from a secondary road into a concrete road in the countryside.

Because the road is too narrow, this car alone dominates the entire road, and there are farmers whipping their whips in the distance to drive their ox carts home along the narrow path, leisurely.

The green hills are timeless and the sun is setting. She feels peaceful at this moment.

After leaving the bus station, Qingxuan leaned on the wall and retched a few times before he looked up to see the place where weaving wheat grows.

The buildings in the town are not tall and short, like a city in the early 21st century.

Some arcades have no tiles, and the red walls of mud tiles are exposed. Most of the shop signs are spray-painted cloth instead of acrylic, and the plastic cloth fades under the wind and sun. Placed in the middle of the road, the whole road is blocked, and the vegetable farmers bargain with customers amidst the sound of horns and shouts.

Human fireworks.

All beings are me, and I am all beings.

Her heart was beating rapidly, she had never wanted to see Zhimai like this before.

Randomly enter a hotel, the girl at the front desk is not very old, she may have dropped out of school early, the Mandarin accent of the people here is a bit strange, and the tone is drawn up and down very long, and finally the front desk smiled and accepted the money and wished her a good time.

Qingxuan walked out of the door, exhaled deeply, with the starry sky above his head, down-to-earth, a sense of fullness and strength filled his whole body, and his heart was surging.

She is now going to find Zhimai.