"Come, come, Ah Wen, I've already arranged everything for you." The old uncle smiled enthusiastically.
The kitchen door, next to the water well, under the cover of cement tiles, a cement board of more than ten square meters, a somewhat dilapidated wooden mahjong table, the green surface of the table has lost its luster, and there is a gap in the corner of the table near the kitchen. It appears to have been in service for many years. Surrounding the mahjong table are four red plastic stools, which look like newly bought ones. They look translucent under the light, like bright red Fuji in the bright light of a night market street. A pair of mahjong is already scattered on the table, with a blue back and a white front, big like adobe bricks. The old uncle stood by the table, shuffling the cards with both hands.
"What set it up for us? You come too, there are three missing one, hurry up, don't shirk." I don't know if A Ying has finished washing the dishes, so she came out so soon, and shouted at the old uncle.
"Are you guys enough?" The old uncle touched the mahjong, touched his pocket, and glanced at the aunt who was tidying up in the kitchen.
"Not enough, not enough, just missing you."
"Let the Jin army fight." The old uncle moved his eyes, and then justified himself: "Oh, Jin Jun said when he was eating just now that he would pick up his wife later." Thinking about it, he said: "It's called Lian Yu." Let's fight."
"I've never seen Lian Yu playing mahjong." A Ying said.
"Oh, that's right, call your fellow villager to call." The old uncle's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a new continent, and also seemed to have found a savior.
"Which one is from my hometown? Only your two in-laws are my fellow villagers here." A Ying was puzzled.
"Oh, your brother's hometown and your husband's hometown are also your fellow villagers. Jin Ji, he will fight."
"He! He doesn't know how to play, fried chicken (betting on Jinhua), and bullfighting. He may come. We play such a small mahjong, he doesn't like it." A Ying shook her head.
"How big is it?" the old uncle asked.
"Two yuan and four yuan is enough. How big can you play? Ah Wen just learned it, let alone my two parents-in-law, how big can you play at the table together, really. Hurry up, shuffle the cards." After finishing speaking, he stopped After a while, seeing that the old uncle was still hesitant, Ah Ying yelled into the kitchen and opened her mouth with a smile: "Sister, let your husband play mahjong with us for a while."
After getting permission, the old uncle took another look at the kitchen and sat down. A Ying and Jin Min sat opposite each other, and I sat in A Ying's next room, opposite the old uncle, facing the kitchen door, and everyone began to shuffle the cards. "Oh, I'm going to die. I didn't turn off the tap water just now." A Ying stood up, stomped to the first room, and ran back, with a purse the size of a kit hanging on her left wrist. The point of the fabric, flicking and flicking with her trotting, just like her stature, small and exquisite.
After two beatings, the auntie came out of the kitchen. The old uncle saw it and said, "I can play with you if you are young, but I can't play with you if you are old. Your salary is so high. The salary of my two in-laws They’re all so short together, I can’t afford it.” It was as if he was talking specifically to his lover.
Except when Aying ran to turn off the faucet just now, Jin Min muttered three words in a low voice: "This guy!" Then he just sat there without saying a word, shuffling the horse cards and playing the cards....Seeing that the old uncle was still babbling, he stepped up the intensity of playing cards, the north wind west wind south wind... There was a muffled sound when it was pressed against the mahjong table.
"Come on, Lian Yu." A Ying looked up and saw Lian Yu coming down from above.
"I won't come, I won't. Hehe." Lian Yu took a stool from the kitchen, sat down beside me, and took out a cigarette. Starting from Jinmin, every man gave one to me. They didn't call me, and they were directly inserted into the back of my ear. I felt like I poked it back and forth a few more times, and heard a rustling... rustling sound on the back of my ear.
I moved my body reflexively, and moved a little away from him. I suddenly felt that it was wrong, so I raised my arms and pretended to scratch it. After scratching, I moved the stool closer to him, turned my head and glanced at him quickly, without any color. He also looked calm, as usual. A faint scent of Flower World shower gel emanated from his body, which distracted me from not being able to concentrate.
"Ah Wen, do you want to go out tonight? When do you want to go out? Do you want to ride with me?" Jin Jun was dressed in porcelain white casual clothes with a jacket outside. In good spirits, with car keys in hand, he came down from the dormitory and asked me.
I looked at him following the sound, and then looked at the mahjong on the table and in my hand, as if I was a bit out of control.
"Jinmin, are you going to start working there tomorrow?" Aying interjected.
"Yes."
"Then there's no need, Ah Wen will stay here for one night, just go out with them tomorrow morning." A Ying made arrangements for me while playing cards, without asking me what I thought, her tone was a bit like a military order .
"Alright, then I'll go." Jin Jun turned around and whistled.
"Where shall I sleep later?" When the Jin army had gone far away, I asked in a low voice, my head turned to A Ying, but my eyes fixed on Lian Yu.
"There are a lot of beds, just get a quilt from us later, and play cards seriously first. You guy, you specifically knocked out the cards I wanted." This was the second sentence Jin Min said after he came to the table.
"I knocked out three fours, or I'll have a concealed kong." Seeing me throwing the third fours, Lian Yu pulled my left hand with his right hand, and looked at my whole hand with regret. The moment his big hand touched my small hand, I pretended to be surprised: "Oh, yes, I got it...throw it away!"
After sitting for a while, Lian Yu took out his mobile phone to check, stood up, and was about to leave, I said loudly: "Forget it, I will sleep at Lian Yu's place tonight, I am too lazy to take the quilt, trouble. In this weather, two people, one A single bed, just right, warm."
"Yes, yes." The old uncle agreed. Neither Jinmin nor Aying objected. Hearing what I said, Lian Yu stood for a few seconds, stretched, glanced at me, and left without making a sound.
When he left, my heart went away, my expression was no longer possessed, I always played wrong cards, put a few kongs in a row, and caught the old uncle a few times, which made him talk more : "Oh, I really don't want yours, but there's no way to stuff them. If you don't eat, you won't have anything to eat. You see, four out of eight come out, and you can get it if you don't eat any more. Ah Wen, don't blame me! Haha"
"There are four out, there are four more, you are so anxious, so greedy, and say, hmph..." We shuffle the cards like turning a steering wheel. A Ying poked her mouth, and directly pierced it. They were used to joking with each other, but the old uncle would not take it seriously, he just laughed.
"Four more hits, sleep." Jin Min stuffed his phone into his trouser pocket, with a serious expression as always.
When the game was over, the old uncle asked me: "Ah Wen didn't lose much, did he?" I shook my head: "Not much, not much."
"It's such a small game, and we don't prize horses. It's just for fun, so we won't win or lose!" After tidying up the mahjong table and chairs, Ah Ying asked me if I wanted some supper, and Jin Min asked me if I wanted two more cups.
"Don't, don't. Look, I'm drunk." I pretended to be staggering, which made them laugh, and we parted, saying goodnight to each other.
They all slept in the tile-roofed house below. From the back of the kitchen, I passed a small slope and passed through the fruit trees. The cool wind was blowing on my face, refreshing like mint. The leaves are rustling, like a movement of the sounds of nature. When I walked to a dark place without lights in the middle, I turned on my mobile phone, like a happy firefly, flapping its wings towards the strange bed, towards the familiar person, with a heart full of joy. With longing, everything can easily set sail.
Walking to the door of the big room, near Lianyu's bed, I heard a series of even snoring sounds, from small to large, staying for a second, and then sounding again, from small to large, like drawing a wavy parabola, or like The bullfrogs that compete with each other in the wild in spring and summer vow to break the loneliness in the dark night.
I lit a cigarette, stood at the door, and listened carefully, for fear of disturbing his dream. A gust of wind blew and lifted my collar, I tightened my shirt, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it, rubbed it vigorously a few times, and gently came to his bed.
A dilapidated table leaned against the head of the bed, and his unloaded clothes and pants were piled up, and a stainless steel ashtray filled with half a box of ash was still the original brand. A short stool is hidden under the table, and next to it are two large white plastic buckets, which contain washing powder, shower gel, and shampoo. A small electric rice cooker, perhaps only enough for two or three people, was lying on the corner of the table. It was obvious at a glance that it had not been coveted by the owner for a long time, and it was already covered with dust and traces of spiders.
In a huge workshop-like house, the three canopy beds face different directions, and they are close to each other. There are all kinds of things piled up in the corners of the house. During the day and night, looking at it always makes people feel complicated, but at this time, maybe because there are people living in the curtains of each canopy bed, they can hear the sound of breathing, snoring, It makes people feel at ease and at ease.
His gaze stayed on Lian Yu's bed, where there was a square pack of hand-pulled tissues and a flashlight at the corner of the bed. He was lying on his side, resting on an ordinary cloth pillow, with his face facing in and his back facing outside. The raised quilt drew a hazy but clear arc, like a sculpture, perfect and real. I quickly took off my coat and trousers, folded them into a pillow, then crept in, and gently pulled the quilt that was pressed by him. He was disturbed and turned over heavily.