Profound Memories 30

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This is a grain-producing area. Every autumn and winter, a large number of grain dealers come to trade grain. There are large-scale dealers and small-scale dealers. Northerners might understand what I mean, but I don't know if Southerners will.
In the winter of 2006, a friend and I went to Qianjin Town to trade grain. Upon arriving in Qianjin Town, we stayed at a small inn run by a friend of my friend. It was a single-story building with a few simply partitioned rooms, and the lobby was for guests to cook. It was a combination of food and lodging.
That evening, my friend's friend prepared a feast at his inn to welcome us. There were three little girls at the table. One was short, fair-skinned, chubby, and quite cute (let's call her "Yan"). Another was relatively tall, also a bit chubby (let's call her "Ling"). The third was thin and small, not very pretty, and looked rather thin (let's call her "Mei").
During the meal, we learned that the inn was run by my friend's friend's mother. My friend's friend was unemployed and worked odd jobs there. Yan was the child of my friend's friend's distant aunt. Ling was older than Yan and was also related, but I forgot what that relationship was. I get a headache just listening to all this talk about distant relatives and how to calculate seniority; I can never quite figure it out. Mei is Yan and Ling's good friend. The three girls dropped out of school early. Ling and Yan's parents were afraid their children would go astray and get into trouble, so they sent them here to help out. Today, these three sisters are basically freeloading.
That evening, after a few drinks, my friend and I chatted idly. My friend said he'd get to know the grain depot better tomorrow, and since I didn't have any tasks, I'd just stay here. My friend intentionally brought up these girls, saying, "Since you're just hanging around, maybe you could flirt with them and see if you can win them over." I said, "Your friend is related to them, isn't that inappropriate?" My friend briefly explained their family relationships. First, his friend and Yan and Ling were distant relatives. Second, although they were entrusted to his friend's mother's care, they weren't very close relatives, and his friend's mother didn't interfere much. Third, these two girls weren't so innocent.
The next day, my friend went out to run errands. The town was small, and it was freezing cold in winter, so there wasn't much to see. Around noon, I got up to wash up. When I returned to my room, I saw Yan warming herself by the stove. In Northeast China, traditional single-story houses all used earthen boilers for heating. Even now, some old single-story houses here still use boilers for heating.
The first thing Yan said to me was, "Brother, can I use your phone?" I thought to myself, "So damn familiar." Yan took the phone and started making calls one after another. My heart ached; phone bills were expensive back then. This kid wouldn't stop once he started calling. He started by calling in front of me, but later, perhaps because it was inconvenient to talk, he walked outside to make calls, leaving me standing there alone. I waited for about ten minutes, but Yan didn't return. I didn't want to chase after him to get the phone back, which would seem petty. So I went back to my room to wait. I waited for almost an hour. Just as I was mentally cursing Yan's ancestors, Yan returned. As
soon as Yan opened the door, he smiled and said, "Brother, aren't you afraid I'll take your phone and run away?" I smiled but didn't say anything. Yan threw the phone on the bed, sat on the bed opposite me, dangling his legs and fiddling around. I spoke in an elder's tone, "So young, why aren't you in school?" Yan shook his little head and said, "School's boring." I said, "Your sister and Mei don't go to school either?" Yan said proudly, "Yeah, they don't. They're not good at studying." I cursed inwardly, "You're so proud of not going to school!" I said, "Who pays for you if you don't go to school?" Yan said, "My sister and I usually tend the stove, wash the hotel sheets, and do other odd jobs. My aunt sometimes gives us some pocket money." I then asked, "Is the money enough?" Yan said a little sadly, "Room and food are free, it's alright." We chatted idly, but I had a wicked idea in mind.
After a while, I said, "Hey, I want to eat barbecue, do you know where I can find any? I can't find a place." I cautiously began to probe Yan. Yan puffed out her chest and said, "There are plenty of places. If you want to eat, I'll tell you where to find good ones." She went on and on about which barbecue place was good, which tripe was good. Pointing out the window, she said, "There's a barbecue place over there with a heated kang (traditional heated platform bed), and the food is good too." I said, "Okay, take me there tonight." I cautiously took another step forward. Yan readily agreed. I probed further, asking, "Are you free to go out tonight?" Yan replied, "I'll be fine after washing the sheets. My aunt doesn't really care about me." "Okay, let's set it for 5:30 then," I said. Yan said, "I'll call you then." Yan skipped away from my room.
I turned around and called my friend to tell him that Yan and I were going out to eat. We joked around during the call.
In Northeast China, it gets dark early in winter. By 5:30, it was completely dark. Yan arrived right on time. She said, "Brother, you go through the front door, I'll go through the back. I'll wait for you at the back." The little girl was a bit petty, afraid her aunt would see us going out together. Understanding her, I went out the front door and went to the back to see Yan waiting for me.
The place Yan recommended was really nice. It was a single-story house, simple but clean. The kang (heated brick bed) was warm. I ordered a pot of tripe and handed the menu to Yan, saying, "Order whatever you like." This little rascal didn't stand on ceremony and rattled off a whole bunch of things. There's an old saying in Northeast China, "A glutton's appetite leads to suffering." I thought to myself. After ordering the food, Yan looked at the menu and muttered, "What should I drink?" I said, "Let's drink. We're free tonight anyway." Yan handed me the menu and said, "Brother, what do you want to drink?" I said, "Let's get a jin of loose baijiu." Yan readily agreed.
The food and drinks arrived, and Yan and I each poured ourselves a small glass and chatted. After a few drinks, we started talking more. I learned that Yan was seventeen years old and lived in Huachuan County, Jiamusi. Her father had passed away a few years ago, and her mother was raising her and her younger brother. Her brother was in school. She wasn't doing well in school, and with the family burden so heavy, she was too young to work, so she came to help her aunt. The little girl held back her tears as she talked about these things.
To ease the tension, I started telling her about the places I'd been, the fun things I'd encountered, and the interesting people I'd met. The little girl's mood quickly improved. It was only then that I got a good look at Yan. She had a ponytail, a chubby little face with curved eyebrows, slightly almond-shaped eyes, and two dimples when she smiled. A pretty little girl. Once
the conversation started, we finished our drinks without realizing it. This little girl really had a good capacity for alcohol; she only got slightly tipsy after half a jin of 50-proof liquor. Slightly intoxicated, Yan, still emboldened by the alcohol, called out, "Waiter, another jin of liquor!" We drank until about midnight, leaving all the other customers behind. Seeing the little girl squinting, a bit drunk, I said, "That's enough, let's go home." "Okay," Yan replied, her voice tinged with drunkenness.

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