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Liu Hongmei of Sparrow Street is sitting lazily in a rotten chair in front of her shop.

The afternoon sunshine is as listless as her eyes. Braised pork belly, braised trotters, mouthparts, braised large intestine, and pig's head meat covered with a large piece of white gauze under the nose.

The white gauze is soaked in oil, and although it is rubbed by Liu Hongmei several times every day, it still smells like the country in its bones.

Lu Hongmei is from the countryside.

At the beginning, she decided to go to this store because of one person in this store. This person is Xiao San, the owner of Xiao San braised pork shop-her husband now.

Of course, the mistress at that time was not her husband, but the husband of a woman named Zhao Xiangju.

She came to the butcher shop to buy meat, and Zhao Xiangju received her.

Zhao Xiangju, who is 1.7 meters tall, is a big man. When cutting braised pork, the meat on his arm also shakes with the meat cutting blade. Liu Hongmei is really worried that the fatty oil on Zhao Xiangju's arm will drip on her favorite large intestine. She gave a cry.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Xiangju stopped the knife.

"That, no" Hong-mei lu said, wanted to think, don't know what to say. "Delete this paragraph a little."

Zhao Xiangju lowered her eyes, and with a bang, the large intestine with yellow sauce was cut into small pieces, the white inner wall was exposed, and the flowers on the chopping board were messy. The blade is shoveled from below to the side and put into a plastic bag.

When Liu Hongmei paid the money, a man came out of the shop door behind Zhao Xiangju. Liu Hongmei was startled at the first sight.

She looked at Zhao Xiangju and then at the man, and a picture immediately appeared in her mind. A thin man with a white beard is lying on a pile of black fat. Hong-mei Lu almost threw up. She covered her mouth and vomited.

Smile three looked up at her and looked at her again. Hong-mei lu keenly felt something. She is very experienced in this field. Whether a man can do it or not, she can tell at a glance.

When paying, she deliberately bypassed Zhao Xiangju's hand and handed it to Xiaosan.

"You go and eat, and I'll do it." Xiao San said to Zhao Xiangju. Zhao Xiangju untied the apron around her waist with greasy hands, shook her stunning hips and walked behind.

Xiao San opened the drawer and handed the change to Liu Hongmei, holding it in both hands. Liu Hongmei pricked up her slender little finger, made a beautiful bird head with her forefinger and thumb, and pecked back a small Zhang Yuan bird.

When she turned and walked away, she obviously felt that she was burning all over. Xiaosan's eyes are on her back, burning her.

02

Lu Hongmei has an agenda.

She is thirty years old and has been in love many times, but none of them succeeded. Now this man doesn't know what's wrong. He likes the waves in love and the honesty in marriage. Lu Hongmei is very upset.

She was stopped by an old man in his sixties who was wearing a mysterious blue cloth. Taoist priests are not like Taoist priests, and monks are not like monks.

He asked Lu Hongmei, "What bodhisattva do you want to invite?" Lu Hongmei didn't understand, so the old man explained to her that the bodhisattva in 50 yuan was different from that in 100 yuan. One can see through your past life, and the other can not only see through your past life, but also show you the future.

Liu Hongmei doesn't want his old life. She just wants to know this life and where her Mr. Right is. She chose a hundred-dollar bodhisattva. 100 yuan bodhisattva really works. He told Lu Hongmei that she could not only get a visa, but also find a husband soon. It's just east. Go east.

You are a person, so stingy, you can't do it well, and there is no credit for saving people. You should think more about yourself.

When he left, the old man gave Liu Hongmei a motto for free.

Lu Hongmei lamented her ill-fated trip here and there. After working in Guangzhou, she seldom stays at home. A 30-year-old woman is not married, which is a shame in the countryside. She likes to go out to the market when she is free. Don't buy anything, just browse around. Men in rural markets are all the same, and they look gray. There are several excellent people and others around. But Liu Hongmei has an ideal. She doesn't want to be a rural woman. The town is similar to the countryside, and all the people who come to the market are country people. No matter how well dressed, you are a countryman.

Liu Hongmei went out to work these years, which is a thorough understanding of the difference between country people and city people. Country people like to wear very solemn clothes when they go out, such as socks, high heels, tight pants, a small leather skirt and straight hair.

Some daughters-in-law have less hair, and when they straighten it, it looks like sticking it on their scalp. It's ugly. Real city people don't pay attention to it. Wear leather shoes without socks, just a bunch of hair or a shawl and a big shirt. You can look as good as you want. She looked down on the clothes of those people in town, who were native to other places. She won't be like them. She wants to be a city resident.

To the east is the county seat.

It's really destiny takes a hand. As soon as Liu Hongmei got to the county seat, he turned to Sparrow Street. As soon as she got to Sparrow Street, she met mistress. She fell in love with mistress as soon as she saw her.

When she walked back with pig intestines, she immediately decided to rent a house.

03

Liu Hongmei rented a small facade of 10 square meter directly opposite the braised pork shop in San Xiao, specializing in beauty salons. It's a beauty salon. Actually, it's shaving some men on Sparrow Street. She is not skilled, but her purpose is clear, that is, to keep an eye on mistress here.

Women seldom come to her shop, and people despise her craftsmanship. She's not surprised, but she's very free. It is very troublesome for a woman to be a boss.

When no one is around, she sits behind the bar with a mobile phone in her hand, aiming at mistress. Zhao Xiangju is a slow woman. She watched her man shave every three days, but she saw nothing. Sometimes she asks Liu Hongmei to play.

In less than a month, Liu Hongmei put Xiao San to bed. She doesn't just want to have fun, she's going to get married. Zhao Xiangju this woman, she has seen through. The appearance looks scary, but the brain is actually very simple, just a piece of lard paper, pasted with lard, which is very easy to fool. Smile three times, and it's not serious. But he underestimated Lu Hongmei, a country woman. This is not an ordinary rural woman.

Lu Hongmei dresses beautifully every day. Whenever a man comes in, she will go over and ask questions and make jokes. Liu, who is engaged in hot pot, has nothing to do and goes to her beauty salon to drill. My wife is too strict to get through, and she always walks around the door several times a day.

Laughing three times makes you jealous. Laughing at the jealousy of the Trinity made Lu Hongmei die. Liu Hongmei screamed, squinting comfortably. Xiaosan is unhappy. He stopped to have a cigarette.

"What's the matter?" Liu Hongmei clung to him with her plump body.

Laugh without words.

Liu Hongmei touched him from behind and giggled. Laughter gave a hand pull. Liu Hongmei touched it and pulled it with a smile. Liu Hongmei began to cry.

Smile three got a fright, turned to coax, see Liu Hongmei beautiful face is full of tears.

Lu Hongmei said, "I have."

Xiaosan's cigarette butt fell on the bed. He jumped up quickly and picked it up with his hands, but he was still one step behind. The mandarin duck mouth on the sheet was burnt into a hole.

"I want to marry you." Lu Hongmei said again.

04

On the fifth day of Liu Hongmei's ultimatum to Xiao San, Zhao Xiangju committed suicide in Sparrow Street. The ambulance blocked the narrow and dirty alley. Zhao Xiangju was held down from the second floor of San Xiao braised pork shop. A few men, panting with fatigue, smiled and followed, stroking Zhao Xiangju's clothes with their hands.

Liu Hongmei looked at coldly. She went from initial panic to later calm. "You should think more about yourself." What the fortune teller said to her before he left echoed in her ears. She looked at Xiao San sitting in the ambulance with a sad face and looked at her through the window.

No one knows why Zhao Xiangju committed suicide. Xiaosan woke up in the morning and found Zhao Xiangju's face was wrong. She touched it, did not move, and looked at it again. The blood on her left wrist has solidified.

She was not saved in the end.

San Xiao braised pork restaurant closed for a whole week.

A week later, Xiaosan opened a shop. People in Sparrow Street cast sympathetic eyes. Women's eyes are much more complicated. From a distance, they watched Xiao San move the table, set the counter, hook the braised pork out of the soup with iron hooks, control it one by one, and put it on the stainless steel plate on the shelf.

Small three face is still so white, with a sad look, Liu Hongmei particularly tempted. She sent him a message asking him to go to the small house she rented for dinner after closing the stall at night.

She closed the door early and bought some dishes she liked.

She drew her eyebrows carefully, blurred her eyes, and hung down the sides of her hair, making it a little curly and looking charming. She must marry Xiao San as soon as possible, otherwise, after three months, her stomach will be full.

She won't rush him, but she has her own way. This method is also very common, that is, serving a mistress in bed. But her service is different from others'. She'll show it to mistress.

Xiaosan will be with you in a minute. It is really impossible for a man to leave a woman. After sighing a few times, he began to gobble up food and picked up the wine poured by Liu Hongmei, but he never mentioned marriage.

Liu Hongmei poured him another glass.

"Well," said Xiao San at last, "if you get married now, the neighbors will gossip."

"Then you are not afraid that I am pregnant and will be gossiped." Lu Hongmei gave him a vinegar lotus root.

Laugh without words.

Lu Hongmei smiled: "Your wife's family still doesn't know why your wife committed suicide."

Xiao San's face changed. He reached for the dish of sauerkraut beef and stopped in the air. He gently ordered the sauerkraut beef and shrank back.

"I didn't mention the divorce to her."

"But who will believe it?"

Xiao San looked at Liu Hongmei and put on a miserable expression: "You don't believe me either? I really didn't. She doesn't even know about us. Because she told me before that if I had ulterior motives, she would kill herself. I dare not let her know about us. I can still talk to her. I have never hit her or scolded her. "

Laughed three times and cried. Liu Hongmei grabbed his head, stroked his hair and put her face on it.

05

The wedding of Xiao San and Lu Hongmei caused a sensation in Sparrow Street. Everyone who attended the wedding had an epiphany on their faces, which made Xiao San very uncomfortable. He can't smile in the groom's dress. But Liu Hongmei smiled from beginning to end, looking dignified and generous. Three jokes are a blessing.

However, Xiaosan doesn't seem to cherish her own blessings, and rarely stays with Lu Hongmei. I went out to play for a few days without saying hello to Liu Hongmei.

As soon as Lu Hongmei got married, she closed the beauty salon and became the proprietress of San Xiao braised pork shop. Gradually, her hands began to get greasy, and there was greasy fat on her big arms. When you walk, the fat in your waist will move your hips and stamp your feet on the floor.

When she cuts pork intestines for customers, she always remembers seeing Zhao Xiangju for the first time.

Small three is not an understanding person, Liu Hongmei later learned. But she never talked back to mistress and let him go. Even once I accidentally saw Xiao San having an affair with another woman on the Internet, she didn't tell the truth.

She always had a secret in her heart, which made her afraid to look up and accuse mistress.

If I had known Zhao Xiangju was so fragile, she might not have made that anonymous phone call, right? She won't tell Zhao Juxiang that mistress slept with someone else and will kick you sooner or later.

When she sits in the rotten chair in front of the shop, she can't help thinking like this.