T 1823 night

On the T 1823 train, the woman sat up from berth 12, holding her hands. Even in the middle of the night, there is no absolute peace on the train. I don't know where it came from, and there were several low noises, and one after another snoring with my teeth. The woman turned and looked out of the window. Several lights flashed on the glass window-the lights of a city-and accidentally fell into the long man passing by.

The woman listened to the sound of the wheel running over the sleeper, which was very regular, and her body floated back and forth, much like a ship floating on the ocean. She moved her body carefully, slightly clumsy, and stepped down from her left foot. Staggered to the bathroom at the end of the carriage, she looked at the pale and swollen face in the mirror and finally couldn't help but grab the handrail and spit it out.

It is no longer gray and white. Now, at this moment, her face is bright and terrible. This is one of her rare colors. This is the color of shame.

She turned on the tap, washed her face, wiped the cold sweat on her neck, took out the black mobile phone whose edge was rubbed off by paint, dialed the number and put it to her ear.

She got on the bus at five o'clock in the afternoon, and now five hours have passed. What city is this? She guessed that she should have arrived in Shangrao. She has been on this train many times. In the past, Spring Festival travel rush couldn't get tickets every year. She stood with Shilin for 16 hours and had to go home. Later, with children, Qiao Mei and Ann, she was left alone at home. She walked back and forth, leaving Shilin alone.

Now, it is two people again.

The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered. She remembered her own world in one busy tone after another. Did he automatically hang up the phone for countless minutes, then repeatedly cut off and call again, like himself now? She dialed another number. Thinking that I was in such a hurry to go out two days ago, I only had time to entrust my two children to Aunt Liu. I wonder if Qiao Mei and Ann cried and had a good meal. Another minute has passed. She didn't call again, avoiding the cold snooping in the mirror, and returned to bed 12 by the faint light of her mobile phone.

Halfway through, the mobile phone buzzed and vibrated, and she got stuck in a position where she couldn't get on, and she panicked for an instant. When she climbed up, grabbed her mobile phone and said "hello" eagerly, she didn't receive any response and the train entered the tunnel.

Lele put down the phone and saw the missed call on the screen, marked with advertising fraud. She took a deep breath and looked at the backpack beside the pillow, which contained her baby, and her heart was broken. She waited for the end of this long tunnel.

Her life passed away at 2 pm the day before yesterday 1 1. The memory was broken there. That afternoon, she received a phone call from Ningbo, and the other party told her, "Hurry up and bring your certificate to buy a ticket. Something happened to your husband. "

At first, she thought it was a fraudulent phone call. Later, the other party made her husband's information clear, as well as her name, phone number and home address ... she couldn't help but believe it. In the afternoon, she bought a high-speed rail ticket and rushed to Ningbo, but met Fang Shilin at the Municipal People's Hospital. Cover with white cloth and people will be gone.

White cloth covers the body, but it can't cover the blood. It used to smell like this when the blood was thick, and it smelled like fish and rust.

Before today, Shilin had not contacted her for a long time. She's never been able to do anything about him. A phone call and a video call failed, but she finally met him in this way. Why on earth should I quarrel with you? She let off steam and knelt down, and I regretted it. Or you are cruel, too cruel, really. Exhausted by crying, she wiped her tears and asked him in a hoarse voice what had happened.

The person who called her was Lao Song, a friend of Fang Shilin at the construction site. This man also stayed up all night, and his eyes were full of red blood. Odbo rubbed his face and said he was beaten by steel bars with red eyes. The crane hung steel bars and went up to the fourth floor. Suddenly, the rope broke and he fell and hit his head. That's not all ... when I hit my head, I was thrown into the blender by gravity and I was out of breath on the spot.

She didn't speak and wept silently. It took her a long time to speak, and she was so angry that she couldn't even say a word. You AE, please, I want to be alone with Shilin for a while.

Lao Song looked at her trembling several times. After an awkward pause, he opened the door and went out.

She bent down, thin bones, bent down, close to his face, smelling the cold rust. His face was wiped clean under a white cloth and his eyelids were very long. When he closed his eyes, there was an obscure old scar on his upper eyelid, and his eyebrows were thick and pointed. Ann is just like him. Her lips are thin and white. She touched them and tried to wipe off some blood. She whispered, "How miserable you are." She cried, buried her face in the arms of Shilin, leaned on her cold chest, suffocated and helpless like a lamb. "But I can't go with you. I have to, I have to raise our children. "

She hardly remembers how she came from yesterday to now, walking in a coma, with her body still there and her soul dead.

She collapsed again when Shilin was cremated. A man so tall and so big, his whole body is broken and broken into powder, and that's all that's left.

Lao Song put her on the bus and bought a high-speed rail ticket when she came. On the way back, she just wanted to slow down a little and let time pass irresponsibly. Forget about Qiao Mei, Ann, and never again.

Her thoughts drifted away with the memory. She remembers seeing Shilin for the first time on a construction site in the suburb of Qinzhou, Ningbo. There have been few women in that place, and she doesn't feel like a woman. She does what men do during the day, carries sandbags and pastes mud, and at night she and others squeeze into big stores. No one ever dared to take advantage of her, and everyone who touched her was severely slapped by her.

But that night, she remembered Fang Shilin's appearance in the dormitory after taking a shower. Staring at her eyes, her face turned red. She woke up a few men sleeping against the wall in confusion, let her sleep at the bottom, and lay naked beside her. That night, he slept next to the right and didn't touch her side. It was the first time she slept, and she felt that the bed was so big and the shop was so spacious. Woke up the next day, only to find that he was secretly protecting her. That morning, breathing a room full of body odor and choking dust, she felt like a woman for the first time.

Until now, her heart will still be pounding when she recalls this night. She graduated from junior high school with a low education. She can't analyze her feelings too carefully, but if someone can describe it for her … what should I say?

Fang Shilin is the only romance in her life. In this life, she only met tenderness once.

Fang Shilin's temper is so hot, but for her, it seems that she has always been helpless. She enjoyed the way he frowned, and she wanted to be angry but couldn't bear it. Isn't that what love is?

Then she tried every means to follow him back and came here from Guizhou. Later, they had Qiao Mei, Ann, Morning Light and Sunset. Since then, the four seasons have become two seasons, and winter and spring are the seasons for him to go home.

Return to absolute being, the wind is no longer whistling, and the tunnel has been left far behind.

The mobile phone shook again. The black mobile phone with paint on it was given to her by Lao Song when he left. Shilin has been used for more than four years, and the keyboard is not very sensitive. The password is the child's birthday. She called in, clicked on this short message, and found that it was a phone bill reminder. She breathed a sigh of relief, only to find her back wet. Because of this text message.

She clicked on the call log and looked at the highest frequency number. Whose number is this? She dialed out again, buckled it on her ear, and hung up automatically after one minute. Whose is it? You called this person every day during the month when you didn't contact me. Is she a woman? Who is she? Lele turned over and turned to look out of the window. There was nothing. Haloxylon ammodendron's midnight snack, even the snoring disappeared.

She covered her heart like being trampled by ten thousand horses, hunched over and felt a pain. She gnashed her teeth and tightened her body, which was too painful. Who is this man?

She flipped through her husband's mobile phone, clicked into the mailbox, and clicked into many unread messages. Most of them come from themselves. Why do you never reply? Why didn't you contact me? She's going crazy. Who is this man?

She nodded casually, accidentally poked her finger into the memo and glanced through her tears. The first one made her heartache, which read: 10 June 17, sunny, go to work, remember a job.

She never knew that her husband had the habit of keeping a diary. A cursory look shows that there are hundreds of them, which have taken a year or two. Lele wiped away the tears that could not be cleaned, counting that this was the day before the accident in Shilin.

"10 June 17, sunny, go to work, remember a job, this month 15.

I accidentally fell down while mixing cement this afternoon and broke a hole in my pants. It hurts, but it doesn't. I just want to keep it. Laugh at me if you are here. But after laughing, I will definitely mend my pants. Miss you. "

Lele dropped a tear and smiled unconsciously.

"10 June 16, sunny, go to work, remember a job, this month 14.

Lao Song helped me when I pulled the tightrope this morning. I've been in a daze recently, and my memory is very poor. "

"65438+1October 15, rainy, not going to work.

We don't start work on rainy days, so everyone goes out to play. Raul took me to play, but I didn't want to go. I want to miss you quietly in the dormitory alone. Yang Min, what are you doing now? I miss you very much. When chatting, some people will talk about you, but they will always mention it. Actually, I'd like to tell you, but they don't want to hear it. "

Lele doesn't believe this. It took her a while to remember that it was Zhou's people. Oh, yes, I've known Shilin for many years. She died of stomach cancer in the first half of this year. She recalled Zhou's face in her mind, vaguely remembering that it was a gentle and kind face.

She thought about the reason why she quarreled with Shilin.

What did that sentence say at that time? "Can you forget him, weeks, weeks? He has been dead for almost half a year. When do you want to talk? "

Lele still remembers that when he heard the news of his death, the Shilin bowl fell off and he convulsed to aphasia. So sad.

This is a friend of Shilin, who has known him for many years. How could he have the heart to stab himself when he saw the pain fall on him?

How did Shilin react after listening to it? That was the only time he hit her, in front of the children. Half of her cheek is red and swollen. That night, Shilin returned to Ningbo by train with her luggage overnight, and there was no contact for a month.

She always thought that Shilin was angry with her because she, as his closest person, didn't understand his sadness and nostalgia.

There are hundreds of such diaries in the mobile phone. She reads them one by one, and the more she reads them, the more she feels breathless.

She grabbed her mobile phone and dialed Lao Song, as if she could hear the sound of collapse. All kinds of complicated emotions almost knocked her down, but she must be accurate, otherwise ten hours would be as hard as ten years.

Lao Song said, "Hello."

Lele opened her mouth and asked if you had worked with Shilin for so long. Did he and Zhou ... only find that there was no sound, only hoarseness, similar to the whining of animals? Trembling like a seizure.

Lao Song kept asking her what happened. Later, he sighed and began to comfort her. He said that Shilin was a good man, and God had no eyes, so the good man left. He said that Shilin has changed a lot in the past six months and has become unhappy. When the steel bar fell, he had time to avoid it, but everyone called him. He was in a daze and didn't respond.

Lele bit her lip until she tasted blood. She finally said, "Lao Song, I'll send you a number. See if you recognize it. "

After watching it for a while, Lao Song couldn't say clearly. He asked his roommate next to him. Some people say, hey, isn't that Zhou's number, ending in 2649?

After that, she didn't know what Lao Song said. That moment seemed to be deaf. She obviously has a lot to ask, but she can't say it, so she can only cry.

It seems that she has become deaf and dumb.

She wept for her life, her anger and her fate. There is a road in front of you that is besieged on all sides.

She misses her love, the only romance in her life. Is that her love? Is that hers? Is it love?

How many more hours? She looks at the time almost countless times a minute. How long before dawn?

For a moment, she felt that she could see nothing, lost her five senses and lost her consciousness. She felt that she had become a firefly, giving off a faint light without protection. Her faint light, along with her flesh and blood and fantasy, will collapse sooner or later in this dark night.

I woke up because someone patted her ear and told her to get off. When she opened her eyes, there was mud and sweat in front of her eyes, as if she had died once.

"I slept too hard to wake up." The conductor said.

She picked up her luggage and got off the bus. No one knows that she passed out last night.