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Yamen Bitterness

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    Yamen Bitterness

    There are so many things in the world.

    Today I got up early and didn't eat any food, so I went to Yong'an **** with my father and mother.  If I want to do it next month, I will go to Liuyang.

    seven o 'clock.  The Public Security Bureau has not yet opened the door, and there are already five or six people waiting outside the door.  After breakfast, my mother and I started to line up.

    Time flies in the clouds.  In just thirty minutes, there were almost a hundred people outside the door.  But the "yamen officials" have not been seen for a long time.  Their office hours are eight o'clock sharp.

    Outside the door began to liven up.

    "These police officers are really real. I don't know if they were an hour earlier! Now that the weather is so hot, they can get off work at eleven o'clock!" An aunt complained.

    "There is no way, this is the Yamen, they are officials, and we are citizens. They stipulate that the working hours are from 8:00 to 12:00, so they will not arrive early, but will leave early," Dad also said.

    At this time, I remembered one thing, a story: A police station in Wenzhou was smashed by ordinary people because it was not doing well.  Houses, cars, all burned.  But the instructions from the central government are that government officials are not good at doing things.  Does this really mean that the phenomenon of people not fighting against officials has passed since ancient times?  I think not.  At least not now.

    "Watching TV every day, CCTV said it was so good, but it's down belowhey!" Dad sighed.

    In the bitter wind and rain, we waited for dozens of minutes.

    When the office staff opened the door, everyone rushed to the door of the camera room like Halley's comet hitting the earth.  There are a few "tough" in the back who jumped in line.  I was left behind in the dozen; meanwhile, Mom was behind me.  At this time, Dad dragged Mom to our original position, number four.  The door opened, and my mother was "invited" in.  The door closed again.  It was very hot outside, very chaotic and very restless.  Dad didn't want to fuck, he walked to the door.  He gave me a temporary white look, "This is society, the book knowledge you learn is useless, they are immoral."

    Quiet and only for a while.  In front of the camera room, there was a sea of ??people, and the people behind kept squeezing the people in front.  The pressure seemed to be greater; the body seemed to be smaller; the heat seemed to be transferred faster; I felt as if I was dying.

    hot.  Quarrel.  chaos.  sweat.  Smelly.  dense.

    I moved my gaze to the distance.  The hard glass blocked my body and blocked my nose.  But it couldn't stop my eyes.  There are no green trees outside the window, and the sky is not blue.  The sun is still dazzling and the temperature is still brilliant.  However, I saw the person I dreamed of¡ª¡ªQing'er.  I don't know what is reserved, but I know what is missing.  A feeling that is not suitable for our age, a vague feeling that cannot be expressed in words.

    I haven't seen you for more than a month, but Qing'er is still brilliant, and her smile is still so sweet.  At this moment, she was walking to the back and queuing up.  I turned around and lifted my feet, and I could see her figure from time to time.  But she didn't see me.

    When the door was opened again, the flood outside the door rushed in, and it was unstoppable.  I was carried into the room of sin by this tide of history.  Mom is gone.  The "Yamen officials" in the room also got angry.  I heard the sound of human flesh hitting the glass, the roar of flesh hitting flesh.  Why!  sin, sin; misfortune, misfortune.  .  .  .  .  .

    I followed everyone to the lobby and lined up, waiting for the number to be issued.

    At this time, I saw a familiar figure again¡ªthe one who ate more salt than I ate¡ª¡ªfather.  He waved to me, and I walked over.

    "You are stupid! Why are you still queuing here?" Dad said without explanation, grabbed my hand, and dragged me to the camera room.  Mom is wearing a black dress and sitting in front of the camera, beautiful and harmonious.  I suddenly understood, yes, I am still young.

    Dad¡¯s experience is this: After coming out of the room, he took a breath outside, then chatted with the director for a while, and then he was attracted by the warm voice, but his mother didn¡¯t see me, so he found me.  So I got angry.  Thankfully I have a knowledgeable dad.

    Mom is dressed in black, what am I afraid of?  Mom is number three and I am number four.

    After taking pictures, I came out.  Mom went to go through the formalities, and Dad went to chat.

    The sky is still red hot.  The temperature is in the thirties.  too hot.

    As if I remembered something again, I rushed to the hall.  After searching for a while, I found her¡ªQing'er.  At this moment, she is quietly queuing up, waiting for the call.  I walked out again.

    ?I don¡¯t know how long it has passed, maybe it¡¯s too late, maybe it¡¯s three or five years.  Both she and her mother came out.  She looked at me and smiled.  The aunt asked if it was Wu Kai, and she answered yes.  auntie?Hands into pockets.  After a while, I seemed to understand something, but it was not necessary.  Aunt gave me thirty yuan.  It was borrowed by Qinger once, but I borrowed it from a student.

    Qing'er sat alone on the railing outside.  From a distance, it looks like a goddess.  I approached her.  I have seen this scene countless times on TV and in novels, and finally it is my turn.

    "Didn't you make up classes?" I knew the consultant.

    "Five or six days off."

    "Why the holiday?" Actually, I know the reason.

    "Because the weather is too hot."

    "oh."

    At this time, Dad also came over with strong curiosity.

    "This is your classmate!"

    "Yes," I answered truthfully.

    "Pingtoushan?"

    "Yes, uncle," she replied politely.

    "May I have your name?"

    "Hu Qing."

    "Where are you from?"

    "Li Geng."

    "What's your father's last name?"

    "Yang."

    "Where's mother?"

    "Xu Yuping."

    "Where do you study?"

    "No. 1 Middle School, like Wu Kai, I bought it," she said, and she smiled at me. This kind of smile is plain and serene, but it is always as if it was carved in my heart with a knife.  Dad is also really serious, is he investigating the household registration, or is he interrogating the prisoner!

    "You come to **** too!" I broke the conversation between the two.

    "kindness."

    "What's your number?"

    She looked at the paper in her hand: "110."

    "Then why are you fucking! You don't know how to go to Liuyang to do it!" I felt unworthy for her.  110 people, don't know when to wait.

    "I heard that the second year of high school seems to require an ID card."

    "You are 16 years old," I remember her birthday being September 20th.

    "It's not full yet."

    "Then you don't know how long you have to wait today," I sighed.

    Looking at the figures of the mother and daughter leaving with "armed shoulders", I waved goodbye to her in my heart.

    The wind stopped, the rain stopped, you must go, I am still standing in the memory, feeling.  .  .  .  .  .

    Why!  Why didn't you take your mobile phone with you today?  It's good to take a photo!  I thought at this moment.

    Sayonara (sayonara), Qinger.

    2008. 7. 28.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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