【Da Sha's Wife (Part 9)】

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Cui'er finally saw the man who had been on top of Aunt Tan yesterday. His features were regular, and his skin
was fair, unlike the men Cui'er saw every day whose skin was rough and whose complexions were sallow or dark red from years of hard work.
Only the wrinkles on his face were etched like knife cuts. He entered with a smile, his eyes
darting between Tan Yongmei and Cui'er, a smile that always seemed to be watching their reactions.
When Tan Yongmei saw the man enter, she said casually, "Cui'er, call him Uncle Qi. Old Qi, this is
a distant niece of mine." From Aunt Tan's expression and tone, Cui'er couldn't discern anything that had happened yesterday.
The man called Old Qi was Tan Yongmei's ex-husband. He was originally a secretary to a deputy secretary of the county party committee, but
for some reason, his career had never been smooth. Two years ago, he simply resigned from his public office and
opened a packaging box workshop with his two brothers. Business was decent, and they became
among the first to get rich in the county. Today, he came to have a final showdown with his ex-wife, but seeing Cui'er present, he felt it was
inconvenient to say some things.
Tan Yongmei knew his purpose and noticed his hesitation, so she told Cui'er that she and Uncle Qi were going out to discuss some matters,
and instructed Cui'er to pick out the vegetables and wash the rice, saying she would be back to cook soon.
A former couple, separated for some years, slowly moved along the nearly dry riverbank in winter
. On the yellow earth on both sides of the broken cement stones of the riverbank, the same yellow grass lay haphazardly. Across the river
lay the county fertilizer plant, shrouded in ruins. It was once the vibrant heart of Tan Yongmei's youth, the place where her
passion, stirred by her third brother, had blossomed, and where the tangled emotions still lingered.
"Yongmei, what are you planning to do about us?" Old Qi had been observing Tan Yongmei's expression.
He saw a sense of bewilderment in her eyes.
"And what about you and her? Haven't you been together all these years?" This was the topic of their impending divorce
, filled with countless arguments and conflicts. Now, coming from Tan Yongmei's lips, it was all indifferent.
Old Qi watched as two people in the distance spread wood ash over the leek field. Beneath the thick, dark ash, tender yellow leeks
would soon sprout. "I...I've separated from her. My son doesn't want her.
He...he only wants you!" His tone carried a hint of helplessness, yet also a sense of relief.
"She's been with you for so many years, aren't you just wasting her time?" Tan Yongmei said,
but a strange excitement welled up inside her. After the divorce, apart from visiting her son, she and Lao Qi had almost no
contact. Two months ago, Lao Qi suddenly came to her and wanted to remarry, which she naturally refused outright. It wasn't until her son came to her and earnestly
said he didn't want anyone else to be his mother that she felt her son had truly grown up. Facing her son, Tan Yongmei had to
calm down, while Lao Qi would come to her every few days to beg her, just like when he had pursued her so earnestly back then.
In fact, Tan Yongmei knew very well about Lao Qi and that woman. That woman was almost
a full size younger than Lao Qi. After the affair escalated and ended in divorce, both families had been strongly opposed, but the woman was
determined to be with Lao Qi. Later, both families simply gave up and let them be, but her son still wouldn't agree, and Lao Qi
couldn't do anything about the only son in the Qi family. The matter dragged on for seven or eight years, and the woman was now
over thirty…
“I’m about to open my own factory, and I can’t do it without help from home!”
“She can help you too!” Tan Yongmei blurted out. Old Qi’s face darkened, and he sighed.
They had reached the end of the riverbank; turning the corner would lead to the main road to the county town.
“No matter what, we have to think about our son, even if we don’t think about ourselves!” Old Qi stopped, turned
to face Tan Yongmei, his deeply etched wrinkles glaringly obvious. “These past two years, I’ve been busy with this and that, all for
our son, for…for you!”
Tan Yongmei felt the same way. Over the years, her widowed third brother had never
offered her any advice. She had complained and even doubted in her heart, until that day when her son solemnly approached her
, and she seemed to understand everything. For the past two months, she had thought it over and over. She and Lao Qi were both nearing
fifty; no matter how much resentment or hatred they harbored, it shouldn't be taken out on their child. These past few times, Tan Yongmei had allowed him to sleep in her
bed, which actually showed that she had let go of her resentment.
"Just move back home. All these years, our son has only wanted to have a happy New Year with his family!"
Lao Qi's eyes were filled with sincerity.
Tan Yongmei wanted to return to her son's side right now, but she said, "Give me a few more days. After I
help with Cui'er's wedding, I'll definitely come to be with our son on New Year's Eve!" She felt she had to clarify this with her third brother,
but now wasn't the time. Lao Qi sensed that Tan Yongmei wasn't just making excuses, so he didn't say anything more…
As soon as Zhao Guilin arrived in the county town, he found a hoodlum called "Old Duck." Because he had a flat, round face,
a protruding midsection, small eyes, and a pointed mouth, resembling an old duck from the river, everyone gave him that nickname. Old Wu's
home was in a town not far from the county seat, but he dropped out of junior high school and came to the county seat to make a living. He'd
stay at one friend's house for a few nights, another's for a few days, and later he shared a room with a few other gangsters.
Zhao Guilin didn't know what Old Wu had been doing all these years, only that he was ruthless and reckless, and had
some reputation in several circles in the county seat.
Old Wu was very happy to see Zhao Guilin; in previous years, they had done quite a few petty thefts together. Old
Wu knew that Zhao Guilin was now making a living in a big city across the river, and judging from his rather trendy clothes, he seemed
to be doing quite well. Old Wu felt that he was now a "big shot" and couldn't lose face in front of his former brothers
.
After a few words, Old Wu enthusiastically pulled Zhao Guilin to a restaurant, acting like a big brother and inviting
his three underlings over. As soon as they entered the restaurant, Lao Wu started yelling and shouting in a gruff voice. The owner, naturally unwilling to offend these thugs
, smiled obsequiously and brought out three bottles of tanggou liquor and a table full of dishes. Zhao Guilin exchanged a few polite words, but
secretly thought: "Damn it, might as well eat!"
After a few drinks, the thugs became talkative, and soon the conversation turned to women. Once
women were mentioned, they immediately became as if they had drunk chicken blood and smoked opium, none of them wanting to lose the argument.
One said he'd slept with a young wife a few days ago and was fucked until his eyes rolled back; another said he'd hooked up with a schoolgirl, still a
virgin… Old Wu, toothpick dangling from his lips, curled his lip in disdain, as if women were just
snacks to him, something he could take or leave as he pleased.
Old Wu's demeanor made Zhao Guilin swallow back what he was about to
say. In front of those three underlings, Zhao Guilin was, after all, a "senior," and he couldn't let Old Wu outdo him. He tried to maintain his composure
, watching the three young men spitting as they talked, but such topics were always the most intriguing for men
, and the easiest way for them to show off their skills. Under the influence of alcohol, Zhao Guilin and Old Wu
finally couldn't hold back their chatter…
Three bottles of tanggou liquor were quickly emptied, they ordered two more cases of beer, and only scraps remained of the dishes on the table.
This roadside eatery was already slow-moving, and the few customers they had were further spoiled by these thugs. They quickly finished their meals and
left. Occasionally, someone would push open the door, but upon seeing the smoky interior and the group of thugs shouting and
yelling as if no one else was there, they would frown and shrink away as if they had seen a pile of dog excrement. The owner could only sit helplessly to the side, pretending
to doze off.
The group of men made a ruckus from noon until dark, leaving beer bottles scattered haphazardly on the ground. Each of them
looked unfocused, their tongues slurred, before they finally staggered out of the restaurant. The winter night in the county town had lost its daytime
hustle and bustle, appearing rather desolate. Only a few motorcycles and bicycles were haphazardly parked in front of a few restaurants, and
a few scattered groups of people gathered at a few late-night food stalls. Occasionally, a car would drive by. In Zhao Guilin's eyes, this
county town was truly dilapidated, not as lively and fun as a town across the river.
"Come on, let's... let's go watch some videos. Old B said he's showing some good movies for the brothers today!" Old
Wu suggested. In the last year or two, several video arcades had sprung up in the alleys of the county town, showing
adult films every night, and nobody seemed to care; business was booming. The group, having nothing better to do, all agreed.
Old Wu led them into an alley. The alley was dark, with only a dim streetlamp far away,
like a will-o'-the-wisp. Around a bend, a somewhat dilapidated, dusty floor-standing lightbox suddenly
opened up the alley, displaying the words "XX Video Arcade." The person at the entrance recognized Old Wu, greeted him, and let them in
.
The small video arcade was dimly lit, filled with an indescribable smell, and people were vaguely
moving about. Zhao Guilin stared intently, his mouth agape. The video playing was a foreign pornographic
film, featuring four foreigners—two men and two women—frenziedly and wildly penetrating and ravaging. The image wasn't very clear, but the
exaggerated moans and cries were jarringly loud. Zhao Guilin then realized that
the people sitting in the video rental store were all thugs, several of them with women in their arms, groping each other, and groaning
sounds coming from some corners…
Even after the video ended, Zhao Guilin's head was throbbing, and his penis remained as hard as an iron rod
. Outside the alley, the men seemed to be quite drunk, muttering incoherently, staggering and disoriented
.
This night was destined to be an unlucky one for Zhao Guilin. Somehow, the group found themselves at
the foot of a small mound by the moat outside the county town. The pale moonlight, like runny snot, intensified the chill in the air
. As Zhao Guilin and the three thugs, their bellies bloated from beer, urinated into the moat, Lao Wu seemed to notice
something and ran ahead alone. Zhao Guilin saw a figure not far ahead—a
woman walking alone at night.
Hearing the menacing footsteps behind her, the woman turned and quickened her pace.
Lao Wu caught up quickly, and without even seeing her clearly, he lewdly said, "Hey...hey, it
's dark, let me...let me walk you home!" He groped her buttocks as he spoke. The woman, clearly assuming
Lao Wu was alone, turned and cursed, "You little rascal!" Judging from her voice, the woman was quite old.
"You motherfucker, how dare you curse me!" Old Wu roared, grabbing the woman's hair.
The woman screamed, struggling to break free and running frantically towards the hill. The three thugs, seeing this,
rushed to help Old Wu without even fastening their pants. Zhao Guilin, momentarily stunned, stood there, penis in hand, watching.
On the slightly sloping hill, two figures were entangled, then rolled down the slope together. The woman
was still struggling and screaming for help. Enraged, Old Wu slapped her repeatedly, until she
cowered on the ground, clutching her head, too afraid to cry out again. The screams had been loud in the night, but
in this place, no one could possibly hear them.
The piercing cries for help and the sharp slaps sobered Zhao Guilin considerably. He looked around nervously
and ran up the hill too. At this moment, Lao Wu was pinning the woman down, pulling down her pants. The woman
clenched her body tightly. Lao Wu had gone mad, grabbing the woman's hair and slapping her several more times.
One of the three thugs held down her legs, while two others held down her hands. The woman was quickly pulled away, losing all
ability to resist.
Zhao Guilin heard the woman's sobs and went closer to see what she was. She was a coarse, over forty-year-old peasant woman with
a slightly swollen face, her eyes tightly closed, her expression filled with fear and humiliation. Lao Wu and his gang had completely
lost their minds, no longer caring about the woman beneath them. This woman probably never dreamed she would
be raped.
Lao Wu had already pulled the woman's pants down to her thighs, and the two thugs holding her hands also haphazardly lifted her
clothes. Her shapely breasts immediately sagged, and they roughly groped and squeezed them. Suddenly, Old Wu
cursed viciously, abruptly standing up, panting. In his hand lay a long, cloth-like object
with a dark stain on it—a menstrual belt used by village women.
Old Wu threw the belt away, spat several times, stomped on it, and cursed,
"That stinking cunt, what a fucking jinx!" The three thugs quickly released their grip. Zhao Guilin seemed to smell
a foul odor and felt a wave of nausea.
The woman remained limp on the ground, sobbing. Old Wu, still not satisfied, kicked her again, cursing
. One of the thugs, seemingly unwilling to give up, sneered, "Brother Wu, are we just going to let
that woman go like that?"
"Damn it, you coward, if you're not afraid of rotting away, then go for it!" Old Wu's words sent a
chill down Zhao Guilin's spine. He suddenly felt a wave of fear; thankfully, while drinking, he had only rambled on about his far-fetched romantic encounters in the city
and hadn't yet brought up Cui'er.
The thug, completely undeterred, pounced again. He tried to drag the woman
behind some trees, but she was like a limp rag, impossible to pull. The other two thugs, laughing, stepped forward to help, dragging her
like a dead pig; the woman's pants were shoved up to her knees on the ground. Old Wu instructed the two thugs to keep watch on either
side, then turned to Zhao Guilin and teased, "Brother, do you like this kind of thing?"
"Damn, you're not even worried about bad luck if you run into a red-hot woman? Your little brother's family slaughters pigs, huh? Hahaha..." The two men
each lit a cigarette and stared at the trees. Soon, from behind the trees came the woman's
groans, as if something was stuck in her throat. Zhao Guilin felt that only someone with gouged eyes could make such painful sounds. He
saw two legs raised high in the gaps between the tree trunks, two buttocks colliding rapidly,
appearing extremely glaring in the dappled moonlight...
That day, as Third Brother's car approached home, he saw Old Li, the village secretary, and the village head sitting at the door. Yu Lian's face
remained somewhat gloomy, and her third brother didn't know what to say. Once the car had stopped, he whispered to his niece, "Yu Lian,
everyone's here, give your uncle a smile!" Yu Lian turned her head away, forcing a smile as if in a huff.
After exchanging pleasantries, Old Li, the village secretary, and the village head eagerly began discussing serious matters with the third brother. Old
Li first launched into a long tirade about how insightful, capable, and respected the third brother
was, while the village head chimed in enthusiastically, leaving the third brother completely bewildered. It wasn't until they got to the point that the third brother
was secretly taken aback.
Starting a factory was no small matter; it wasn't like sleeping with a woman, where all you needed was the desire, the courage, and the strength.
He knew Shuanghe Village's situation very well. The village had almost no savings; electricity was only enough for irrigation; there wasn't a single
decent road. Although it was near the river, the cargo terminal was dozens of miles away, and even the passenger terminal was several miles away in
a neighboring village. The village cadres knew nothing but farming; most of the younger, more resourceful people had gone out to make money
…
Seeing his third brother remain silent, the village chief grew anxious and was about to urge him when Old Li, the Party Secretary, stopped him, saying,
“This matter can't be taken lightly. Let Third Brother think it over carefully. Third Brother, the village is counting on you; you can't
just think about making money for yourself, haha!”
Third Brother didn't dare to promise easily. He lowered his head, puffing on his cigarette, and after a long while, he hesitantly replied,
“Secretary, Village Chief, I'll give you an answer in a few days. I'm really unsure about this; I have to take care of
things at home right now!”
"That's right, that's right, getting married and continuing the family line is a huge deal, we can't be careless, we can't be careless! Third brother,
if you need any help from the village, just let us know!" Old Li, the village secretary, patted Third Brother's shoulder, his face beaming.
After seeing off the two village leaders, Third Brother then called for people to help carry the television into the house. Second Sister-in-law pulled Yulian and
said, "Hurry up and thank your Third Uncle, look how many things he bought for you." Yulian looked down at Third
Brother out of the corner of her eye, blushing and remaining silent.
"Hehe, it's nothing, Yulian will be Cui'er's bridesmaid on that day!" Third Brother laughed and waved his hand,
then suddenly realized that Da Sha wasn't in the house, so he asked Second Sister-in-law. Second Sister-in-law whispered to Third Brother that Da Sha missed his wife and was
sitting alone in the room, lost in thought.
Third Brother couldn't help but laugh out loud: "That good-for-nothing child. I'll take him to see his wife in a couple of days.
Anyway, the big things are almost all taken care of. I need to go see how Aunt Tan is preparing Cui'er's dowry."
Upon hearing the words "Aunt Tan," a hint of displeasure flashed across Second Sister-in-law's face... (To be continued)

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