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Chapter Three 1. Injured (2)

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    Aha dragged Yan Ruqing back to the dormitory and locked the door.  The woman rushed to the door with a kitchen knife in her hand, yelling, "Come out!" and slashed at the door, cursing and slashing.

    The wooden door was hard, and the knife edge was fully rolled, and she didn't stop, hoarse.

    "Oh my God!"

    Yan Ruqing kept calling.

    He really wanted to call God, but felt that God might not understand him.  Besides, he has never believed in God, how could God care about him?

    He wanted to call it "Amitabha Buddha", but Yan Ruqing looked down on the Eastern Buddha.  The Buddha always said that it can help people eliminate disasters, but the nuns and monks in the temple always ask people to invest more coins to accumulate merit.  Merits are accumulated not by good deeds but by RMB. Can such a Buddha still be believed?  In his consciousness, only those with low intelligence and low status burn incense, because they are helpless and incompetent in the world.

    "Why do you always call God?" Aha couldn't help asking.

    He spread his hands to Aha: "My God, there are such crazy women in the world!"

    "How did you mess with her?"

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    Yan Ruqing felt that there was really no need to explain.  Many people and things in the world are absurd. If you insist on an explanation, it will drive normal people crazy.

    "I didn't mess with her." He sat down on the sofa sullenly.

    Aha looked at him, and heard the stale and repeated curses from the woman next door outside. He thought it was funny, so he simply sang in the house.

    Tired of cursing, the woman pulled a stool in the corridor and sat down, guarding Yan Ruqing's door.  As long as they dare to come out, she will

    The woman continued to curse, a little tired, her voice was no longer high-pitched, and the beautiful ballad sung by the girl inside the door came out.  The woman at the door was swearing dirty words, swearing and swearing, because she forgot to swear when she was listening to the song, so some words didn't make sense.

    Until her man, that is, Yan Ruqing's colleague, the taciturn nicknamed Ruan Datou, came back from buying vegetables and asked her, "What are you doing here?"

    After Yan Ruqing heard it, she rushed to the window and shouted: "Datou Ruan, take care of your mother-in-law, she wants to kill someone!"

    Ruan Datou, who has always been abused by his wife, was encouraged to hear his colleagues asking for help, and he also had some courage, so he dragged his wife to his home: "Shame on you! You are still like this, I will divorce you, I can't live this life  Already!"

    It seems that a woman is afraid that a big-headed man who is a few years younger than her will propose a divorce. As soon as he talks about divorce, she dies.

    Since then, although the crazy woman no longer resorted to knives or sticks, she still spit or cursed whenever she saw Aha and Yan Ruqing.  If it was in the Buyi cottage, the wild Aha would have drawn his sword and cut off her tongue.  But now that she is in a place where the Han people live, she has to be a gentle and refined girl from the Han family.  Besides, she was with the one she loved, happy in her heart, didn't feel the cold in winter, and the constant abuse and curses from crazy women didn't hurt her at all.

    Yan Ruqing's house didn't have anything to keep warm, at most he could fill a hot water bottle and hug her.  Aha was too lazy to boil the water, so he jumped up and down to keep warm.  Whenever the thin woman with eyebrows like earthworms, cheekbones like walnuts and black eye circles cursed in the corridor, she sang loudly in the room.  If it's a weekend, women don't go to work, they will scold all day, and Aha doesn't go out, just sing in the house all day.  The children wandering in the street during the winter vacation heard it and gathered downstairs to listen to Ahab's singing and the crazy woman's cursing ensemble.  She can sing all the songs in series, and she can sing endlessly. The children downstairs cheer happily and sing along when they hear the songs they are familiar with.  The crazy woman lifted her spirits, and spat at the children who watched the fun, and they dispersed with a booing.

    Yan Ruqing is a person who is easily influenced by the environment. The long and cold winter has already made him depressed, and the crazy woman makes him tremble with fear.  He avoided meeting that woman face to face, and always rushed out of the house before she got up at work in the morning.

    The woman knew very well that the rectification of cultural people depends on the unit for rectification, so she sued Yan Ruqing at the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.  The deeply short-sighted woman asked Yan Ruqing to talk to him, and after going around vaguely in a big circle, she made a general statement: It is not that young people are not allowed to fall in love, but they must pay attention to morality and influence, which will affect their own future.

    "I don't even know what my future is." He muttered in a low voice, thinking to himself, people say that myopia turns into presbyopia in old age, why is he still so short-sighted?

    The old myopia heard a resentment from his muttering, and was very unhappy: "Young man, gold always shines!" Then he said a bunch of words about ideological and political work that he used to discipline stinky literati.  Yan Ruqing wanted to say that gold buried in the soil is the Tuge Pagoda, but she was still afraid that she would talk more and more, so she listened in a muffled voice, waiting to finish listening and leave.**In the corner of the office, there was a bonsai gifted by a certain painter who was flattering. It was so green, Yan Ruqing suddenly thought that it was already spring, and spring had come quietly behind the cold.

    He felt quite sad for a while.

    Dinner time is the most rampant time for the woman next door. At that time, a certain hormone in her body is secreted violently, and she can't help herself. She always yells at her husband while eating, or jumps out to scold Yan Ruqing, which makes Yan Ruqing shudder.  After work, in order to avoid this curse, he didn't go home at all, he just went out and shouted, and then they went to those bars, nightclubs and other places for entertainment, and they didn't come back until late at night when the neighbors' lights were turned off.

    Always tensed up and suffering in fear, this day feels like hell after a while.  It was already a bright and nourishing spring, but Yan Ruqing's melancholy had been accumulating for a long time and turned into depression. She didn't want to do anything all day long, and she definitely couldn't read the books.  In the bar, he also asked for a glass of Blue Enchantress and sipped it without saying a word.

    The only thing I can do is to listen to Aha sing.  Her singing is like flowing water forever, like the rolling spring breeze in the shrubbery of Lion Mountain, and like the full moon on the fifteenth day, which makes him feel warm and clear in his heart.  Aha laughs that he is like a woman's cycle, always excited when the moon is full.  It was only then that he realized that he had been with her for a long time, and it was strange that he had no gender awareness and never harassed her again.  Sometimes looking at her back, he would still think of the model wearing the huge batik cloak, like a dream.  The model had no warmth or words, only his eyes shocked him.  Now in the dream, he no longer knows whether she and Aha are two people or one person?

    He bought a lot of CDs and a small single player for Aha to satisfy her growing desire for music. He also had a selfish thought in his subconscious: Maybe one day Aha will become a popular singer who makes a lot of money.  When he married her, he had no worries about food and clothing, what kind of work did he still go to, what kind of literary and art circles did he still go to, let him down myopia, talk about his myopia, he only cares about painting, and holds an art exhibition every once in a while.

    Among all the old singers, Aha only likes Teresa Teng.  This woman who sings with her breath has a round and strong face that was especially common in that era. What is difficult to surpass is not her "Chinese voice of the twentieth century", but her breath, which is full of emotion, like  Ripe peaches are sweet and juicy.  Of course, what Aha likes is not her big round face, but her breath, and he likes the endless femininity in her breath.

    Aha also likes Qi Yu, Qi Yu's voice has heaven and dreams.

    But no matter Teresa Teng or Qi Yu, she only likes part of them and not all of them. She will not listen to one song repeatedly. She absorbs the oasis and nutrition from other people's singing like a hungry person.  She also read poetry and literary classics according to Wang Ying's suggestion.  Wang Ying said that literature can cultivate full and delicate emotions, and the cultivation of literature plays an important role in understanding music.  All of these are the necessary conditions for her to show her heart and the world with the beautiful voice endowed by the Creator.

    She found that Yan Ruqing sometimes nagged, but she couldn't remember what she said.  A word Wang Ying said to her occasionally, but she remembered it deeply and was affected.

    In less than a week, she learned all the songs she had heard, and then reinterpreted them with her own voice, breath and emotion.  She will be a little sad when she sings "Little Rain".  "Little rain, drop by drop, where are you from? Why did you leave home, and where are you going? There are singing and laughter, and the warmth and sweetness of home is as sweet as honey. No matter how vast the world is, it can't compare to the small world at home. Xiaoyu is like me, I  Just like Xiaoyu, why did you leave home? Where are you going?"

    This song made her miss her father and mother very much, and miss the golden bamboo Dazhai covered in clouds and mist.

    She suddenly didn't know her future, because Yan Ruqing obviously wouldn't go back with her.

    Tears rolled down her face in strings, so fresh and crystal clear, although somewhat inexplicable, Yan Ruqing was inexplicably moved by the beautiful sadness.

    Yan Ruqing's move was not really moved, although he immediately hugged her tightly from behind, he felt it was amused in his heart.  He has been studying art since he grew up, and has a sensitive visual perception and judgment ability, but he lacks understanding and experience of the authenticity and intensity of people's emotions.  There are no big ups and downs, and it's hard to have sudden strong emotional outbursts.

    His head poked out from behind her towards her face, and she saw curiosity about her revealed in his gaze.  His fair face and soft complexion are actually similar to Baby Bang.

    A man she loved suddenly turned into the image of a baby, and Aha's sadness intensified on another level. She shook him off forcefully, fell down on the carpet and began to cry.

    He was at a loss.

    Her crying was like a long nocturne, which moved him inexplicably, just like he was usually moved by some TV series.  As if he had entered the plot, he gracefully rushed over, knelt beside her, and gently stroked her slender back with one hand.  This fresh tenderness received a grateful response, she raised her upper body, twisted her soft waist and hugged him tightly.  They hugged each other intimately for a long time, getting comfort from each other in this hug, and their young hearts were full of touch and happiness.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)p;Her crying was like a long nocturne, which moved him inexplicably, just like he was usually moved by some TV series.  As if he had entered the plot, he gracefully rushed over, knelt beside her, and gently stroked her slender back with one hand.  This fresh tenderness received a grateful response, she raised her upper body, twisted her soft waist and hugged him tightly.  They hugged each other intimately for a long time, getting comfort from each other in this hug, and their young hearts were full of touch and happiness.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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