Woman sitting on chair prose

The sunshine at noon is somewhat warm. Although it is early spring, the cold wave has stopped here and will not leave. With such warm colors supporting the huge trend in spring, it is not bad as far as the season in Hexi is concerned.

The wind will still blow. The wind in Hexi is most diligent in spring, and it doesn't leave in anger until the leaves have spread. The wind pinched the high-voltage wires so hard that they screamed and didn't let go. There were very few pedestrians on the road. Under the dim sky, the village coughed dryly, and every household closed their doors.

The door of a small shop at the end of the village is open.

This is a shop selling groceries. In order to attract customers, the shop owner usually sets up a poker table and a chess table in the shop for people in the village to spend time. Sometimes men in twos and threes gather together to drink and talk about the latest happenings in the village. The owner of the shop is hospitable and will occasionally grab a plate of sunflowers and chatter about them.

There were a lot of people in the shop today, because it was not yet busy for spring plowing. The farmers had been idle for a whole winter and three months, and the men had made up for the lazy sleep of the summer. The Spring Festival has just passed, and the time for visiting relatives and friends has come to an end. The woman has accumulated a pile of cloth shoes of all ages, all kinds of fancy ones.

Sitting on a chair in the corner of the shop was a woman, wearing a black mask and a sky-blue headscarf tied tightly around her. Few people would recognize her in this outfit. It could be seen from her face that she was a little melancholy, because she hadn't said a word to anyone all morning, and she just sat there in confusion, watching the wind outside the door blowing the confetti on the road.

The woman sitting on the chair finally spoke, and the shopkeeper's woman came in from the back room and recognized her. The woman made an absent-minded "hmm" sound from her nose, and then there was silence again, like a bottle that someone had finished drinking next to, sitting in the corner without anyone paying attention.

Women may feel that they have been sitting for too long, or they may feel that they are occupying the seat and do nothing. After all, it was a small shop, and many people were standing there. Many people simply sat on the wine boxes in the shop without moving their buttocks. The woman stood up, tucked up her clothes and walked straight to the door of the village committee.

The village committee is a newly renovated two-story office building. The upper floor is used by the village, and the lower floor is rented out to business people just like the small shop the woman walked out of just now. . The woman stepped on the stairs step by step, the heels of her leather boots making a creaking sound.

But when she reached the door of the village committee building, she stopped and hesitated. First I took off my scarf and mask, licked the bun in front of my forehead, and stamped the dust on my boots. This spring did not bring warmth, but scattered a lot of annoying dust. No matter how hard I wiped the dust, I couldn’t wipe it away. Clean, it's like a man has another woman in his heart. He tries his best to get rid of it, but it still can't be cleaned.

The woman thought to herself.

The woman knocked on the door of the village committee office, but there was no movement inside for a long time. The woman felt that the knock on the door was too weak. So she clenched her fist and knocked hard twice, but the door still didn't open.

The wind became stronger and stronger, and the sky suddenly seemed to be darkening. The woman's nose seemed to be filled with countless ants, and her tears were streaming down her face.

The woman's man came to Murakami early in the morning. Because he had a disagreement with her, she didn't get up from breakfast, let alone cook for him. The woman's man holds an official position in the village and is considered the head of the village. The town leaders, who have always wanted to be out of work, have very little work in the fields and leave all the household chores to women. Women are his long-term workers, busy and diligent all year round without complaint.

In the first month of the year, people are free, and people in the village come and go as soon as they leave. There are those who talk about things, and there are those who gossip about things. They are in groups. The most intolerable thing for a woman is to hear someone say that her man and a certain woman are having an affair. She didn't believe it at first, but then it became more and more true as the news poured into her ears.

Inadvertently, the woman revealed the matter, but the man refused to admit it at all. He said that the woman was the one who pushed the shit pot over his head, and even complained that the woman fell into the house when she had nothing to do and couldn't take any time off. When it comes to the affairs of the host family and the west family...

The woman was completely torn apart and had no hope, so she went to bed early. Every time there was an awkward situation, the man teased her and scratched her armpits, which made her laugh. This time the man seemed aggrieved and fell asleep, but he slept in another bedroom.

The confetti on the road wanders on the earth. Those pieces of paper are like elves, like paper money fluttering in the wind, and they are blown up by the wind as soon as they find a suitable place to stay.

The woman couldn't help but think of Ergouzi, who died tragically after being drunk and crashing into a motorcycle in the village a few days ago. His brains were sprayed all over the floor in a red mess. Women feel sorry for men again, blaming themselves for being so close to others and being more serious with their men than they should. She was the one who wronged the man. To be precise, she was the one who made him angry.

After thinking about it, the woman really regretted it. If the man was in a bad mood today, how could he ride back if he was drunk with someone. Every time the man drinks with someone, he will send her a message on her mobile phone to tell her whether he will come back or not, so as to reassure her. Women hate drinking men, and drunk men make women wary.

The woman couldn't help but take out her phone and rummage around, trying to find something.

The woman's eyes suddenly lit up, and her gaze stopped at an unread message on her phone. The message was sent by a man, saying that he was in town for a meeting and would be back later in the afternoon...

The woman shed tears again. Whether she was happy or overjoyed, she couldn't tell.

There were fewer people in the shop, and the woman sat on the chair again. This time she sat closest to the inner door. She could see the people on the road. Except for her man, it didn't matter to her who was coming.