Giant thunder rolled through the low clouds, lightning struck the earth like swords, and the heavy rain covered the sky, as if to tear the whole world into pieces. When I put on my raincoat and prepared to go out, Sister Hong hugged my waist behind me.

"Don't go..." I could still feel her trembling through the thick raincoat.

"It's okay." I turned my face and grabbed her little hand.

"The rain is so heavy and the thunder is so loud, I'm a little scared..." Sister Hong stumbled in a hurry.

"Don't be afraid..." I lowered my head again and kissed her warm cherry lips.

The raincoat on my body was hard to resist the pouring rain, and the bicycle that could not be ridden was pushed in my hand, becoming a heavy burden. Before I could walk out of the village, my whole body was already wet. Last night, listening to the storm outside the window, I couldn't sleep for a long time, so I got up to find the novel. Dostoevsky is one of my favorite writers. I have read this book "Sin and Punishment" twice since my master gave me. Suffering and running water quietly erode life. In pain, people experience the hardness of "life". When I read the end of my journey, Marmeradov said: "Do you think this half-Russian wine will make me 'happy'? What I long for is not happiness, but sadness and tears." My tears burst out again.

In the burning wind and rain of thunder, it only takes more than 20 minutes to ride a bicycle. I trekked for more than an hour, bypassing the white marble pony in the center of the city, and when I came to the gate of the county people's theater, a crowd of black people gathered here. Under the eaves of the "Little Winter Palace", the drum team composed of the County Bangzi Opera Troupe was playing "a fire in winter". The rain flowed down from the roof of the imitation of Baroque. People walked through the water curtains that flowed down like monkeys on the Huaguo Mountain, sank, quarreling, cursing, and squeezed into the towering gate of the "Little Winter Palace".

The theater was filled with people, the ground was so wet, the seats were covered with dripping raincoats, and the aisle was piled with sticky umbrellas, and the wet men and women were crowded together. The young woman screamed and scolded the men who "eat tofu". I was pushed forward by the people behind me. Under the banner of "The First Round of Contracting Conference of the State-owned XX County Cotton Textile Factory" hanging in front of the rostrum, I saw a tuft of Mao Xiaoli climbing high on the back of the chair, talking excitedly with several gangsters. Next to him were squad leader Xu and old Master Huang, who were arguing with each other, and I couldn't hear what was talking in the messy space. I casually found a seat by the aisle and sat down, and there were several blockers in the drum workshop next to me.

Just like there are performances on weekdays, the bell in the theater rang on time at 9 o'clock, and the short and fat director Tong rolled onto the stage like a ball: "Everyone should hurry up and find a seat to sit down according to the areas divided by each unit, and the conference will begin soon."

The drum team of the Bangzi Theater Troupe has arrived in front of the rostrum. "Hundred Birds Paying to the Phoenix" is played again. Leaders from various departments in the county come out one after another. The radio station reporter carried the only Hitachi z31 camera in the county, running on and off the stage. The young man who was photographing has long hair and needs to shake his head from time to time to sweep away the broken hair that blocks his sight. His white face is full of arrogance.

"Who is this cameraman? Why haven't I seen it before?" A middle-aged mobility blocker asked his companion beside him in a low voice.

"I heard that it is Xiao Guo's younger brother from the Cultural Center. He was transferred from the food company to the radio station a while ago." The companion who seemed to have some experience answered.

"Can you kill pigs in the food company be a reporter?" Beside them, a young female worker exclaimed.

"What's wrong with the pig killer? As long as there is something behind it, it's okay to go to the hospital to 'kill' people. Didn't the veterinarian in our factory go to the county hospital and perform surgery on living people every day?" The middle-aged motel blocker felt that she was a little strange.

"What a pity, it's okay..." the young female worker sighed.

"It doesn't matter, can you find it? You are young and look good. If you go to find someone with ability and background, can you adjust a good unit?" said the middle-aged car blocker jokingly.

The young female worker was a little unhappy and argued with her face: "Let me find someone with background? Look at the bright red in our factory, it's considered a natural beauty. I found a Lu Yu before, with background and ability. What happened in the end? Not..."

"Shh..." Someone glanced at me behind me and stopped him in a low voice, "Stop talking, everyone has their own life..."

The applause suddenly sounded like an explosion. Amid the cheers of Squad Leader Xu and a bunch of Mao Xiaoli and others, Cui Yaofa, with a bald eyebrows, walked slowly to the rostrum under the guidance of Director Zhao's relative secretary Wang. After a few days, Old Cui became fatter and his cheeks bulged, but the hair on his head became even thinner, and his eyes with white cataracts were written with uncontrollable pride.

"Dear leaders, guests, and all the staff, in order to adapt to the requirements of the new situation, according to the instructions of the county party committee and county government, after more than half a year of preliminary preparations, we finally ushered in today's happy day. Now, I announce that the first round of contracting meeting of state-owned xx County will begin now, and the cannons and music will be played-"

Secretary Li's excited voice echoed in the theater, and the drum team played a sound of my future.)), and the four whips outside the door exploded at the same time, and the crackling sound came to an abrupt end, which attracted the laughter of gloating from the audience. Secretary Li on the stage asked Director Tong in a hurry. In the chaos, a factory manager came to report and said that the firecrackers were all tide in the heavy rain. Without the cheering of firecrackers, the lively atmosphere suddenly faded. Secretary Li awkwardly announced that he had entered the next procedure and asked the leaders of the county planning and economic committee to read out the contracting decision for the spinning mill.

The drum team changed the song and played "Picking Betel nuts". "Betel nuts are formed on the tall trees, whoever climbs up first will taste them..." A troubling of Mao Xiaoli led everyone to sing. Cui Yaofa stood up with a decadent eyebrows. He was probably unhappy about the silence of the firecrackers just now. He squeezed out a smile in front of the camera camera and humbly took the gold-hot prostitution letter from Deputy Secretary Wang, Big Belly.

"Hu Hanshan is back." Someone sighed.

"This old Cui is really capable, how can it be in any era?" Someone was angry.

"Why is this? Didn't the city come to investigate? They really don't know what kind of person Cui Laoba is?" Someone questioned.

"Now the snake and rat family..." Everyone cried out in tragic words.

"Next, Comrade Cui Yaofa and the county planning and economic committee will sign a contract." Before Xiao Li's uncle finished speaking, a fierce noise came from the entrance of the theater. Aunt Cao and his group of people rushed in forcibly.

"Oh, Secretary Wang on the stage, my old Qin is yours. We give you gifts every festival and holiday, and that year has not fallen. Your whole family eats and drinks in our restaurant, and we have never received a penny. This time I agreed to let my old Qin take it. Why did it take him to be Cui Lao Bao? You dare not offend Lu Yu's slutty calf for the black hat on your head. You bully us Lao Qin without a backstage. If you can't seek justice today, I will die here-" Aunt Cao beat her chest and stamped her feet, burst into tears, and she let out a sad voice.

"Hurry up and get her out for me, hurry up and quickly!" Secretary Li on the stage shouted in anger.

"Okay, your surname is Li. What kind of thing are you? Don't I know? You are a dog of Mr. Cui. When you slept with someone's little wife, someone chased you and chopped you, or was my old Qin wiped your butt..." Aunt Cao leaned her waist and did not show any weakness. Fatty Zhang took the lead and applauded.

The venue was once again in chaos. A trouble of Mao Xiaoli jumped over the crowd and pressed Scar's head. The fat girl beside Scar's side was quick and fast, and grabbed Xiao Li's hair with her hands. The people from both sides rushed forward and tore together, fists intersected, slapped each other, men cursed, women screamed, and the scene was in chaos for a while. Deputy Secretary Wang on the stage was so angry that his fat face turned pale, Cui Yaofa's face was sinister, and his eyes almost dripped. Xiao Li's uncle croaked and called on everyone to keep order over and over again. Director Tong rushed in with the security department staff, separated the two sides of the game, and pulled them out of the venue under the stern life.

I picked up the raincoat beside me and squeezed out of the noisy theater. The broken clouds surged in the sky. I smelled a wet smell of earth. Marmeradov's desperate cry sounded in his ears: "A person must have a way to go!" Amid the rumbling thunder, a flash of lightning broke through the dark clouds.
Chapter completed!