Prose about a man living in a girls’ dormitory

A man living in a girls’ dormitory

I had my feet burned and was about to go to bed when suddenly Ni Jun called me. His tone made me feel weird and he asked me to meet him immediately at a nearby cafe.

Actually, I just met him three hours ago. An overseas friend of ours came to Beijing to stay in a hotel. He and I and two other people from Beijing made an appointment to have a buffet in the hotel together. We talked about our situation after farewell and various changes in the country. He was in high spirits at the time. , chatting and laughing happily, I and several others congratulated him on his successful career and happy family. How come it was only three hours later that he seemed to be on the verge of a mental breakdown?

I hurriedly got dressed and rushed to the cafe he designated that was open until two o'clock in the night. There were few pedestrians and vehicles on the street. Through the large glass window of the cafe, I could see his figure surrounded by many empty seats at a glance. He looked hunched over and looked depressed.

I entered the cafe and sat across from him and asked him: "What's wrong with you?" He raised his head and sighed and said: "I live in the girls' dormitory!" I was confused for a moment.

Ni Jun is fifty-five, and we have known each other for more than ten years. He had also confided his troubles to me before, such as the rejection he suffered during the job evaluation process, and the fact that he bought a small apartment with a loan two years ago before housing prices soared. But after the layout of the second-hand house was very suitable for his family, as soon as I said my congratulations on the move, he told me bluntly: "Every morning when I open my eyes, I immediately think of how I owe the bank a hundred yuan today. How does it feel?" However, Now that he has obtained a senior professional title and his income has increased, his mortgage pressure has eased. Why is he still in this state?

He drinks a cappuccino, and I only want free water. I realized that my task was neither to ask nor to persuade, so I sipped the hot water silently. Ni Jun did not look at me, but poured his words into the coffee that was swirled with a spoon in front of him.

He said that he now lives in the girls’ dormitory. The first girl is his wife. For a long time, his wife not only never showed affection to him, but also disliked his initiative to be affectionate. An hour ago, she sternly scolded him: "Don't touch me! Stay away from me!" He said, of course, he understood that it was his wife who entered She is menopausal. It is said that some symptoms of menopausal syndrome are mild and some are severe. His wife is particularly severe, which makes him depressed and embarrassed. It would be fine if there was only this one girl. There are two other girls. One is his mother-in-law. She was originally a very kind woman, but unexpectedly she became surly in the past two years. It wouldn't matter if she was suffering from Alzheimer's disease. Instead, she was stupid but not stupid, which is called delusion. The most bizarre thing is that she always has doubts to clean her up. The hourly sanitation worker wanted to steal her money, so he rolled up one of her bankbooks in an old scarf and tied it around his waist. Now he doesn't take it off when he sleeps. A few days ago, his wife gave his mother-in-law a bath, and he He just flattened the temporarily untied bankbook. Afterwards, his mother-in-law looked at him with doubtful eyes for a long time, which made him very sad. The most difficult one to deal with was the third girl, a real female student. His daughter is now in her second year of high school. Last summer, her daughter and some classmates went to Beidaihe to play, and he and his wife took the opportunity to thoroughly clean their daughter's room; I dare not change the layout of my daughter's room. For example, the portrait of a certain singer as big as a door leaf on the wall next to the bed, and the shirt with the silhouette of Guevara's face printed on it hanging above the computer desk as decoration. They are just dusted off, and there is no After making some changes, they did not expect that their daughter would be very angry when she came home and did not quarrel with them too much. A few days later, her daughter would go to school before dawn. When the couple got up, they saw a big slogan taped to their bedroom door: "With you "Fight to the end of post-colonialism!" Later, they discovered that their daughters had added a lock to their door that they did not have the key to... Yes, one entered menopause, one entered the period of senile confusion, and one entered the period of adolescent rebellion. With three nests of tribulus, it’s no wonder that Ni Jun looked bright and cheerful, but when he returned to the girls’ dormitory, he found it difficult to support himself and was extremely depressed.

Originally, he was really happy and comfortable to have a reunion with his old friends tonight. Unexpectedly, he heard a lot of noise in the house before he got home. It turned out that it was his wife who discovered that her daughter was not reviewing her homework but I browsed some information about the homeless man "Brother Sharp" on the computer and scolded my daughter angrily, "Sooner or later I will be a otaku and a leftover girl who chews up old girls." My daughter retorted: "Who makes you unable to let me enter a first-class middle school? What's the point of getting into college? What's the matter? What's the matter if you don't get it? You little citizens! Do you know what modern Hua Mulan is?" Shan Shan, the mother-in-law who had watched too many legal programs, walked to the living room shivering and said breathlessly: "Come on, shout, the robbers came in, what's wrong?"...

I was just about to respond a few words, when his cell phone rang, and he answered it in speaker mode. It was his wife A calm voice: "I just heated up the Tremella lily and lotus seed soup. Come back and drink it." He asked: "Where are they?" The answer was: "They are all asleep. One was snoring lightly, and the other was talking quietly in his sleep." He stood up and followed him. I said: "Thank you for coming."

I watched Ni Jun get into the taxi. This man who lived in the girls' dormitory suffered sorrows and joys that were not only his own. I turned around and walked towards my home, taking a deep breath of the quiet night.