06 Meng Ting

In the early 1980s, China's first wave of sanitary napkins began to be manufactured in a city near Nancheng.

For a long time, cotton strips were washed and dried secretly, and women's physiological understanding was timid and difficult. Everyone kept it secret and whispered among themselves like an underground organization.

Since this matter was "hidden", Aomame didn't know about it at all.

It can't be written in the book, Huzi can't talk about it, the second brother can't think of it, and it hasn't been taught in primary school classes.

When Aomame's body becomes conscious one step ahead and joins this mysterious female organization, despair gradually emerges in the chaos of ignorance.

Pressed under the high peak of Gu Yi, she lain dormant for many years. Finally, she climbed to junior high school, became the squad leader, was promoted to squadron leader, and wore two strips on her sleeves. Finally, her second brother's business started to pick up, and she returned the money she had spent all these years.

Finally, they lit a fire to burn a pile of IOUs due to the debt owed by Xiao Nancheng, and the fire also seemed to boil the pot of lukewarm water in life.

Right at the climax of the story, she got terminally ill. What a fitting destination.

The popularity of "Blood Suspicion" has spread across the country, stirring up Momoe Yamaguchi's feelings in the hearts of young boys, and also stirring up the plague of Toshi Shiomi-style in young girls.

Huzi and Gu Yi had just finished playing basketball and were dripping with sweat. They shook their heads and said eagerly, "Where's the homework? Copy it for me."

Qingdou lay stiffly on the bed, with the quilt pulled up to his neck, expressionless: "I'm going to die, Huzi, you have to do your homework and study hard from now on, and if you marry your mother-in-law in the future, treat her well. Don't forget me.

Second brother is good to you. If something happens to him in the future, remember to send him prison meals."

Huzi glanced at her and took out a piece of pear candy from his military green canvas cross-body school bag: "Here, Gu Yi just bought it."

Aomame turned her face and glanced, and continued to stare at the lime roof. However, she couldn't resist the rush of saliva in her mouth, like the desire to hang upside down before death.

She swallowed a mouthful, then surrendered after two mouthfuls, sat up and ate the candy.

Huzi had already opened her homework at this time and found that she had not done it. He was shocked: "Cheng Qingdou, are you really going to die?"

""Aomame decided to do something good before she died and solved the math problem.

She did the abacus quickly and answered the questions quickly, while Huzi copied even faster, finishing in three or two strokes.

While Huzi was copying Chinese poems, Aomame spread out the letter paper solemnly.

The letterhead clearly read "Nancheng No. 1 Middle School".

The school distributes half a copy every semester, and Aomame keeps it in his collection. Usually he would rather do mental arithmetic than make a draft on it. It is very appropriate to write a suicide note at this moment——

"Dear mother:

When you read this letter, I have already left this world."

She forgot that Wu Huiping could not read and wrote so hard that she burst into tears and scared the tiger away.

Of course, this "leukemia" was a false alarm and ended quickly in the hut.

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The small building of the landlady is an old house before the war, and there are eleven people living there including the old lady - the old lady alone, the eldest son and daughter-in-law plus the eldest grandson and granddaughter, the second son, the second daughter-in-law and the second granddaughter.

A family of three sons, three daughters-in-law and three granddaughters.

It's so crowded and bustling. Especially when queuing up to empty spittoons every morning, it's even more lively than fried peanuts.

Aomame usually starts when the rooster crows, so she won't bump into this family, but her mud-tile house has poor sound insulation, so just because she didn't bump into her doesn't mean she didn't hear her words.

Basically every morning, the eldest daughter-in-law and the second daughter-in-law quarrel over some shit or piss.

In the past, Qingdou never heard of Zi Yin Mao Chou. She only thought that their relationship between sisters-in-law was very bad and they quarreled to death every day.

Later, she understood, and it was difficult to control her desire to listen to the corner every day.

After Nie Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen had a baby, she became aware of all the secrets of sex. While watching "Black Cat Sheriff", Qingdou saw Mrs. Mantis eating Mr. Mantis on their wedding night.

, not to mention the remaining four orifices, two more orifices were opened.

At night, under the snoring of the second brother, those inconspicuous details lurking in life - such as the suppressed sobs of women, the creaking and shaking of the bed, and the warning sounds of impatient slapping on the wall, all have clear directions.

The crunchy meat in the throat of the mantis swallowing the meat is so fine that Aomame must not be the only one to swallow it and digest it.

If the eldest daughter-in-law Lin Fenfang did not sleep well the night before, she would definitely be in a bad temper the next day.

She would insinuate her second daughter-in-law, Meng Ting, "It makes me so late that I can't even sleep well."

Meng Ting never loses his words, and he can fight back even while holding a spittoon: "Yes, I'm exhausted."

Lin Fenfang: "I'm exhausted during the day, but I'm not dead at night."

Meng Ting: "There is no way, there are some things, the same people have different fates."

Lin Fenfang: "Move out if you can."

Meng Ting: "Yes, if you have the ability, just move out."

Meng Ting had always been a spirited vixen in countless verbal quarrels, so when she took up her seat on the wooden toilet in disgrace for an hour, Qingdou finally couldn't help it and knocked on the toilet door: "Aunt Meng

, I'm sorry, I'm going to die anyway, so I don't have any worries.

Meng Ting put out her cigarette and let out a long sigh. When she came out, she glanced at Qingdou, who was holding her stomach: "Is that one coming?"

Aomame: "Huh?"

As far as Aomame knew, she had never seen a woman smoking. But at the moment, she had no intention of marveling at Meng Ting's smoking.

Meng Ting used the moonlight to look her up and down: "Have you not come yet?" He calculated her age in his mind and muttered, "But it will be soon."

"Ah?" Aomame said with a depressed face. What was she talking about?

"Still have diarrhea?" Meng Ting asked.

"No." Aomame said sadly.

Even before she died, her words were true. Qingdou slowly told her story about her bleeding. She thought that her second brother would still live here after she died, and she hoped that everyone could take it for her sister's sake that her second brother was dead.

Be nice to him.

Meng Ting laughed and called her a bumpkin, then went upstairs to get her a sanitary napkin.

When explaining how to use it, Meng Ting sneered again, "What a coincidence, this is my first time buying this. I have never used it myself."

Only then did Aomame know that what she was having was called menstruation, and if it was passed from female to male, it would cause a toxic attack every month. In severe cases, life would be worse than death, with constant pain, and in mild cases, it would be fine and light.

Qingdou asked Meng Ting if there was an antidote.

Meng Ting stared at Qingdou for a long time, touched her face, and then said the next thing that had nothing to do with Qingdou's problem: "Douzi, do Auntie a favor."

Meng Ting went upstairs again, and when he came down again, he took a beautiful sister with him.

Meng Ting said to Qingdou: "She is also menstruating. It's not convenient for her to sleep at my place today. Can you squeeze her in for the night?"

Menstruation is a dirty thing, and if it occurs on the same day, you will be unlucky. She nodded, understanding that the poisoned person needs to be isolated and treated.

When making the bed, Aomame said, "If my sister feels too crowded, she can sleep in the second brother's bed." Sometimes the sixth brother and the second brother would share the same bed. Aomame saw that they formed two straight intestines and felt very tired from sleeping.

Meng Ting asked, "Will Qingsong not come back today?"

Qingdou 1510: "Second brother went to his hometown and will be back in a few days." He said he was going to see Wu Huiping and his sister and pay back the money he owed his uncle and his third uncle.

Meng Ting showed a fox-like smile, and her pair of shimmering almond eyes were breathtakingly beautiful under the moonlight.

She took Qingdou's hand, kneaded it back and forth, and tapped Qingdou's dimples: "Then it's troublesome for Douzi, let's bother you for a few more days."

"It's not troublesome! Thank you auntie for giving me the sanitary napkin!"

Aomame shouted the word "sanitary napkin" as loudly as the red scarf, startling the sister.

Only then did she raise her eyes, and they looked at each other for the first time. The sister's eyes were raised high at the end, narrow and sharp. If it weren't for the pear blossoms and the rain, they would have a bit of Meng Ting's fox charm.

Aomame likes to make friends, but this new friend made Aomame feel nervous because she cried. She didn't dare to ask questions or speak, and she just wanted to go to bed quickly.

However, this night was obviously not peaceful.

The voices across the wall were louder than usual, Meng Ting kept letting out a dull laugh, his cooing local accent rose, Qiao Zhang was unusually pretentious, and in the second half of the night, the house was even more demolished.

Fortunately, the lima bean was "poisoned" and the poison caused him to fall asleep early in the morning. When he heard Lin Fenfang's attack early in the morning, he realized that something wonderful happened last night.

Lin Fenfang said: "Isn't it worthwhile to stay up all night?"

Meng Ting replied to her: "How can it be empty? At most it's a little high."

The wind was blowing from the southeast today, and the toilet was extremely smelly. Aomame rarely got up late, so she waited until the crowd of people had dispersed before holding her nose and emptying the spittoon. As a result, the spittoon looked brand new, and even the old stains were cleaned away.

Aomame then remembered that there was someone on the lower bunk.

The sister had already washed up and was standing on the East Gate Bridge more than ten meters away, holding a wooden comb and combing her waist-length hair, admiring the weeping willows that had just turned green in the spring.

Qingdou hesitated under the bridge for a long time, then called her: "Sister, I've warmed up two bowls of sugar porridge, and you can come in and eat later. I'm going to school." Today she was on duty at the school gate, and she was inspected by the Baogan area.

Went there early.

The morning sun hangs in the middle of the river, casting beautiful morning light. The cool breeze blows, and the river water rolls with gold-like ripples, as if it is about to submerge those ankles as thin as hemp poles.

The sister turned around after hearing this, looking forward to Shenghui.

She held the hairpin in her mouth, and while taking it off, she said: "Okay, thank you."

Aomame was dumbfounded and spent the whole day in school, thinking about that sister over and over again. Even though she had a heavy accent, it didn't affect her beauty.

They went in and out together, ate and lived together, and formed a friendship within three days. Although the language communication and frequency of thinking can be said to be like chickens and ducks, making friends depends on impulse and rapport, and there is not so much emphasis on it.
To be continued...