At first I was stunned for a long time and didn't recognize it.
After not seeing each other for a few months, this girl has changed a lot.
Her originally permed red hair was cut into shoulder-length hair, and the color was also dyed black. The row of earrings on the corners of her mouth and ears were gone. In addition, she was wearing a security uniform, and her image was completely different from before.
people.
This girl is Wang Huili, the little chicken-foot woman who sells chickens at the Lanzhou Live Poultry Market.
"What? The changes are too big to recognize, right?"
The chick-footed woman carelessly hugged my shoulders, pushed me toward the bar, and ordered a drink.
"Two martinis, sweet ones."
Dou Sprout said quietly: "Do you know him? Please introduce him to me?"
Only then did I remember that at the live poultry market I went to that day, Dou Sprout had indeed never seen a chicken-footed woman, he had only seen an old chicken-footed woman.
I reacted, coughed a little awkwardly and said: "What a coincidence, let me introduce you, Miss Wang, these two are my good brothers, Brother Yu Wenbin, Brother Yu, and Brother Dou Sprout."
The little chicken lady giggled and said, "You two have really weird names. One is named Dou and the other is Yu. My name is Wang Huili, from Lanzhou. People on the street call me Little Sister Wang."
Dou Sprout smiled cheekily and said hello to Miss Wang.
Martini is a fruit-flavored cocktail with a relatively affordable price, costing more than ten yuan a cup. Female bartender Li Qianwen made it for us. We are all young people, and we started chatting for a few minutes.
Little Chicken Feet Woman loves to laugh and has a carefree and lively personality. Dou Sprout Zai likes girls with this kind of personality, so he keeps telling jokes and bragging. This is how he got the hotel owner’s daughter Xiaomiao. During the chat, I asked Little Chicken Feet Woman
Why don't you sell chickens in Lanzhou and come to Yulin to work as a security guard?
Let me explain here, the Zhenyuan Security in Yulin and the Zhenyuan Guard in Beijing are not the same thing. This Zhenyuan is just a small security company, and the one in Beijing is not the same. Zhenyuan is very large. The Ivecos that deliver bank notes on the road are all from Beijing Zhenyuan Transport Team. In addition, the branch of Beijing Zhenyuan is Beijing Kaiyuan, which is responsible for living in the bank and is on duty 24 hours a day. Its headquarters is in Financial Street.
Hearing my question, the little chicken-footed woman took a big sip of wine and said boldly: "What future can there be in selling chickens? I will be famous in the future. Being a security guard is just a stepping stone for me. What about you? What if not?
Come and work with me, I'll tell the captain about placing you in the patrol team. The salary is 900 yuan a month, which is quite a lot, including food and accommodation."
I smiled and said no need for now, I won’t starve to death for the time being.
"I see you are not motivated, are you still spending family money?" The little chicken-footed lady took out her flip phone and said, "Although this is a second-hand phone, it is also from the famous brand Samsung."
Looking at the broken Samsung mobile phone in her hand, Douyazai puffed out his cheeks and suppressed laughter, feeling uncomfortable.
I'm a little curious. If this girl our age knew how much money was in Dou Sprout's card, would it scare her?
The unit where the little girl works is Yuxin Steel, and the locals call her Yugang. She was introduced to the security department by a relative. Because employees in the steel factory have been stealing bread irons, a female security guard has been added to search after work.
This is what a female employee does with her little penis and legs.
"Wait a minute, let me take a call. It's from our section chief."
"Hey, Section Chief."
"Me? I just returned to the dormitory after get off work. No, no, I really didn't go to the Internet cafe," the little chicken-footed woman said solemnly, holding up her mobile phone.
She frowned while talking on the phone.
"Yeah. Okay, okay, I understand, section chief. I'll go over there and buy a box of water, okay."
She hung up the phone in a hurry: "You guys go ahead and play. I have to leave for something. Do you have a mobile phone? Leave me a phone number. If you need anything later, call me."
I gave her my mobile phone number.
Little chicken feet woman drinks
After taking the last sip of wine, she asked to pay the bill. Douyazai rushed to buy it and refused to let her go. Because of the angle, I happened to see that her wallet was quite new, but there wasn’t much money in it. There were only a few ten-and-twenty bills, one in a row.
Not even a hundred.
At around 12:30, I asked Brother Yu if we were leaving. Brother Yu smiled and asked us to go back. He refused to leave and said with a smile that there would be something good in the evening.
Douyazai didn't dare to say anything too harsh in front of the female bartender. After a few words of persuasion, we took a taxi back.
The taxi broke down once on the way, and it took the driver more than half an hour to repair it.
When passing by the land boundary of Dongshan, my sharp eyes saw a scene through the car glass, and I hurriedly shouted to the driver to stop.
The location here is remote and there are no street lights. I saw a group of security guards with flashlights and stick walkie-talkies in their hands, forming a team on the roadside. ??
"Little Sister Wang, why are you here again?" I shouted outside the car.
"Hey, I met you again. Do you live here?" The little chicken-footed lady flashed a flashlight at me.
I put my hand in front of my eyes and said, "I'm not staying here, I'm just passing by. It's so late, what are you doing with so many people with sticks?" I saw there were more than a dozen male security guards over there.
The little chicken-foot woman looked around, walked over in two steps, and whispered: "I have just received a notice from the security section chief of Yugang. There is a madman who injured several people. I heard that one person died of serious injuries and is now running away."
When we arrived near Dongshan, the police station had already been dispatched. It was difficult to find people at night, so we came over to help recruit people. The section chief said that if we caught him, each person would be given a salary increase of 300 yuan this month."
"Oh, like this."
"Then you go to work. Let's go. We'll meet up next time."
After saying hello, I asked the driver to continue driving.
Anyone who has been to Yulin Dongshan at that time knows that there are many downhill slopes here. Dongshan Dongshan, as the name suggests, there is a big dirt hill in the east. The taxi went down two slopes in a row. When it was going down the third slope, the driver was going down the slope suddenly.
I stepped on the brake and stopped. "What's wrong, master?" I asked forward.
"Mother teaches Pipi Street!" (a local Yulin curse word.)
"You're a monster! It's so scary in the middle of the night!" The driver looked ugly and pointed down the slope.
I said, "What's this?" I was so anxious and embarrassed.
I opened the door and got out of the car, and looked in front of the station.
It didn't matter what I saw, it really shocked me.
It turned out that there was a group of people on the opposite side carrying the coffin uphill. They were wearing sackcloth, white clothes and white hats, and five people carrying the coffin. This was a white funeral procession.
One end of the coffin faces the slope, and you can see a big Chinese character "Shou".
No wonder the driver cursed, it was a fight.
The road was so wide, either our car would back up to make way for them, or they would carry the coffin and step back to make way for us. This created a conflict.
I told the driver that we should go back.
The driver said with a grimace that the reverse gear was broken this afternoon. He figured that our trip would go downhill without having to reverse, so he took over the job. Now we can only drive forward, not reverse.
Seeing that the time was getting later and later, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk down the slope, wanting to talk to the group of people attending the funeral in the evening to resolve the conflict.
The leader of the funeral team was an old man in his sixties with a round face. I stepped forward and told him nicely, "Our car can't back up. The road is so wide. Why don't you get off first? Or we'll be stuck in traffic until dawn."
Already.
The round-faced old man carrying the coffin told me that the person lying in the coffin was his sister. She had liver cancer and had no money to treat her. She was forced to stay at home and was in pain. They had to carry the coffin to Dongshan to bury the old lady.
Why are people buried so late at night? I actually know that this is also the case in my hometown in the Northeast, and I guess it happens all over the country.
This is considered a secret burial.
The old lady who died of liver cancer had a poor family and couldn't afford to do anything for nothing, so her brother, the round-faced old man in front of me, planned to wait until no one was around in the middle of the night, dig a hole in Dongshan Mountain, and bury his sister.