The darkness created a hideous nightmare, which instantly shattered all my dreams. Wei Jingjing's half of the book "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" said, "It's foolish to be a world! It's strange to be beautiful. It's foolish to be a fool! It's loyal to be a fool." Am I really an obsessed fool? That charming and stunning woman who gives me warmth and makes me full of imagination is really a disgusting "breaking shoes" as the world rumored. The indescribable disappointment, sorrow, and anger made me feel the heart-wrenching pain for the first time in my life.

I began to fear that every night, the despicable and exciting nightmare made me unacceptable and unforgettable. I tried to go out early and come back late to avoid meeting Yin Hong; I couldn't read books, and I slacked off practicing boxing; I lost my previous fatigue, and I always woke up from bizarre dreams, my heart collapsed, my lower body was manic, sweating profusely, and I was in pain. I tried to despise this woman who stabbed me in my heart and had a chaotic relationship, but I also found fragilely that deep down I could never really hate, which made me even more at a loss and extremely painful. As a rural boy who had just started to work in society, at that time, I could not analyze the complex world, and could not grasp the trueness, falseness, beauty and ugliness of human nature.

My strangeness finally caught the attention of the master. He asked me with some confusion: "What's wrong with you these days? You're a little absent-minded. Have you encountered something again?"

I didn't want to tell the pain in my heart, so I could only change the topic: "It's nothing, it's just that I'm too stupid. Even a sand ball can't be shaken. I can't fight you for face."

"It's been so many days, why are you still thinking about this?" The master thought I was concerned about rehearsals, and he was a little unwilling to do so. "Xiao Zhu explained this to me. You didn't have music training in this area before, so he was worried that something would happen, so he would not participate this time. However, if you really like music and want to learn something, I can find a teacher for you specifically."

"Monkey Face... No, Director Zhu is right. I am not a piece of music. I should follow you well and do my own preservation work." I saw that the master was really worried, and I couldn't bear it in my heart, so I hurriedly extricated myself.

"Your name is Xiao Zhuhou's face, let alone, it's really vivid. Do you really want to follow me and work as a lifelong preservation worker?" The master looked at my face and asked meaningfully.

"Of course, I just want to follow you. What's wrong with the security worker? I just want to." I straightened my chest and said sincerely.

"But what if I don't do the preservation?" The master raised his eyebrows and continued to ask.

"What are you doing? What am I going to do with you?" I looked into the master's eyes and expressed my attitude firmly.

"You kid, you really have ambition. I didn't take you as an apprentice. No matter what happens in the future, we will have this relationship at any time." A satisfied smile appeared on the master's handsome face and he patted my shoulder happily.

After work that day, the master hurried to the cultural center without going to the bathroom to take a shower. Senior Brother Xiao Cai and I were with us. As soon as we walked out of the gate of our spinning workshop, we saw a group of female workers who were also preparing to go to the bathroom in the weaving workshop opposite, laughing and laughing.

"Cai Lianxiao——" A slim girl with a beautiful figure saw the younger brother Cai on the opposite side and greeted her enthusiastically.

"Li Qin?" Senior Brother Xiao Cai's face turned red in front of everyone.

Li Qin? This name is so familiar. I suddenly remembered that when I went to the Cultural Center for the first time to rehearse, someone once mentioned her: "Did she be in the propaganda team of Gulou Middle School?"

"Yes, how do you know?" Senior Brother Xiao Cai looked surprised and looked at me in confusion, "We have been classmates since elementary school and have been together for four or five years."

"Ouch - you kid is so scathing. I didn't expect there was such a beautiful deskmate?" I lay beside Senior Brother Xiao Cai's ear and joked with envy.

"Are you jealous? I'm going to tell you, I'm chasing her." A proud light flashed in the eyes of Senior Brother Xiao Cai.

"I still have to rehearse, let's go first." Li Qin didn't hear our comments, she greeted her sweetly, turned around and left with her companions.

"Li Qin, are you free this week?" Senior Brother Xiao Cai looked at Li Qin's slim back and shouted in a hurry.

"Let's talk about it then." Li Qin turned her face and a pleasant voice floated over from afar.

Just after the beginning of summer, the weather was getting hot. After taking a shower, I broke up with Senior Brother Xiao Cai. I crossed the road and returned to the living area. Before I could walk out of the woods, I saw a figure from afar, squatting at the door of the guesthouse, sucking dry tobacco boredly. On the handlebar of the familiar "Big Golden Deer", two little roosters hanging upside down were flapping their wings dejectedly, making waves of unwilling cry.

"When did you arrive?" I took a few steps and came to my father.

"It's coming after noon." Dad knocked his tobacco pipe against the wall and stood up.

"Why are you getting two more chickens?" I sniffed my father's smell of chicken shit, and remembered that tomorrow was the tenth, and asked a little unhappy.

"This is for you Uncle Cui." Dad didn't notice my emotions and replied with a festive look on his face.

When my father said "Uncle Cui" again, I felt like I had eaten a green-headed fly, and I immediately felt an indescribable disgust. After enduring it for a while, I continued to ask, "Why don't you go to the factory to find me?"

"You are busy in the factory, and I have nothing to do, so I'll wait here for a while." My father's tone showed a trace of care. He knew that every time he came to collect money, I was very unhappy.

"Have you had lunch?" I opened the small iron gate of the guesthouse and let my father into the yard.

"It's here, I ate most of the pancakes." Dad followed me and answered casually.

When I entered the yard, I looked up and glanced at the second floor. There was no movement on it. It seemed that Yin Hong had gone to the Cultural Center for rehearsal after get off work.

I didn't want to stay in the front yard, so I pulled the handlebars to the back yard. But my father pushed my hand away and said complainingly: "What are you pulling? I've been riding the car for a whole morning, so I won't let me take a breath."

"Let's go back to the back first, I'll make you drink." I knew my father's stubborn temper had come again, so I quickly explained.

"Not busy." Dad pushed the "big golden deer" under the ginkgo tree and sat down on the steps in front of the building.

My father was very familiar with this courtyard. He looked around with interest, and did not take the cigarette pipes placed on his waist. Instead, he took out a box of wrinkled "Alliance" cigarettes from his shirt pocket, and popped out one with two browned fingers, straightened it bit by bit, and held it comfortably on the corner of his mouth.

"Why... are there people living here?" Dad looked up and saw the woman's underwear hanging on the second floor, and asked in surprise.

"Yeah." I responded in a vague way, afraid that my father would ask any more, so I quickly changed the topic, "You don't usually go to the city, you will come every month as soon as you get your salary. People say you are thinking about my little money all day long."

"Your money... is this money yours?" Dad heard my complaint and his eyes widened, "Without me, can you take over? Can you get the money from the public?"

"My succession is in line with national policies. If you don't accept me, no one can accept me?" I replied dissatisfiedly.

My father was a little angry when I was slapped. He sucked two puffs of cigarettes and was about to teach me a lesson. The iron gate of the courtyard opened with a creaking sound. In the afterglow of the setting sun, Xinhong walked in gracefully.

"Oh... Master Wu, why are you here?" Yin Hong was stunned for a moment and called out in surprise.

It’s really hard to carry any pot, why didn’t she go to rehearse today? Looking at the red and clear eyes, my heart seemed to be teared by a knife, and I felt an indescribable awkwardness.

Dad half opened his mouth, looked at Yin Hong with a terrible look on his face, pondered for a moment before speaking: "Xiao Yin, are you... getting married?"

Yin Hong's handsome cheeks suddenly turned red. She knew that her father had misunderstood her, so she quickly explained shyly: "Where is, I... I'm just living here for the time being."

"What did you say? Live here for the time being..." Dad was still looking at her suspiciously.

"I'm here to get the performance costumes. Lu Yu said to rehearse tonight." The red face blushed to his ears and gave me a coquettish look, "You guys keep talking, I won't bother you."

Yin Hong lowered her head and quickly walked upstairs. Her father took off the cigarette butts that were stained on the corner of her mouth, threw it hard in the pool next to her, stood up and pulled me over, pushed the "Big Golden Deer" and walked towards the backyard.

"What are you doing?" I shook his hand away and muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Yin Hong... Why did she live here?" Dad asked while walking with a tiger face.

"What do you care about this?" I felt depressed and asked deliberately.

"Tell me how did you know her? You kid secretly asked her to live there?" Dad was stunned for his eyes anxiously, and the wrinkles like ruts on his forehead were also spread open.

"What does it have to do with me when she comes to live?" I turned my face a little angrily.

"She was not married, nor did she go on a family leave. Who asked her to live there?" Dad seemed a little anxious and continued to ask relentlessly.

"How do I know? It's Scar Eye... It was brought by Aunt Cao, I don't care what I do." I looked at my father's anxious red-white look, and I was a little lucky to be in trouble.

After hearing my words, my father didn't say anything for a long time. He stood in front of the distribution room door for a long time before he spoke with a gloomy face, "This Qinghong is not a fuel-efficient lamp. You'd better stay away from her and never cause trouble."

"What kind of lamp is she? What does it have to do with me?" I muttered with my neck.

"She...she is not here, why are you causing trouble?" Dad asked dumbly with his eyes lifted up.

"What trouble? She has passed hers, and I have passed mine." I retorted with disdain.

"No trouble...it's fine..." Dad looked at my face and sighed.

I looked out of the wall with empty eyes and pretended not to hear it. When my father saw that I didn't want to pay attention to him, he shook his head helplessly: "Daping, please remember it for me. There are thousands of people in the cotton mill, and all kinds of women. You must control yourself. I am all for your own good. Don't suffer a big loss then."

After my father finished sighing, he felt a little bored, so he assigned me to unload things from the "Big Golden Deer". It was another month's pancake, salt beans, and a bundle of amaranth and a few eggs were taken.

My father packed up his clothes and hurried to the factory to take a shower. I sat blankly on the steps of the distribution room, staring at the window on the second floor in front of me in a daze. The gathering of anger had nowhere to vent, and the aggrievance was so frustrating that people were about to go crazy.

That night, I squeezed into the small bed in the distribution room. I kept tossing my body, and my father no longer had the snoring of the past. The most annoying thing was the two roosters who had just started to scream. I didn't know that they were dead. They opened their throats in the middle of the night, and the "Oh Oh" cried desperately, and the hoarse voice made people even more upset.
Chapter completed!