A woman from Bazhong, Sichuan

She is a woman from the mountainous area of Bazhong, Sichuan.

She is thin, scrawny, wrinkled, brown and black, like an old woman, but not yet fifty years old.

I don't know her name, and she never said her name. I once asked her hometown, but she didn't say her name, just called her hometown. I don't know if women in the mountainous area of Bazhong, Sichuan don't say their names, and if women there have a particularly low status and shouldn't have their own names. But this does not prevent me from communicating with her, because I always call her "hey" or not. I think if she really wants to introduce her name, it must be a very rustic name.

She can't come to Shanghai. Her husband, son and daughter have all come to Shanghai, so she can only follow. If one of her sons or her husband stayed at home, she certainly wouldn't come.

She has been in Shanghai for 8 years and has been a cleaner in our workshop for 8 years. She lives in Shanghai, but her living habits are still the same as those in her hometown, and there is no change at all. Tell me more about her Sichuan dialect. She speaks fluently. I especially like listening and often learn to speak. But after a long time, I found that she spoke Sichuan dialect every day, and I was getting tired of it. Later, I told her not to tell me your local dialect every day, but to speak Mandarin. How is she? I can't believe she can't speak Mandarin. Eight years later, even if I go to America, I can speak English.

In fact, she has been living in the circle of her hometown. At home, she talks to her family in Sichuan dialect. People who are usually connected with her hometown, a village and a town do not need to learn Mandarin. Besides, most people can understand Sichuan dialect, so there is no need to learn it. Later, I learned that none of her fellow villagers can speak Mandarin.

She will never learn Mandarin, and that ancient feudal thought is deeply engraved in her bones, completely out of touch with people in the new era. She doesn't need to learn anything. She just wants to live in peace every day and her son will get married soon.

Every day the sun is still floating on the horizon, and she gets up as soon as she takes a nap. At that time, it was still in a daze. There were no people on the road except sweeping the road and selling soybean milk fritters. She got up, washed, put on clothes made of old woman's cloth, put on cloth shoes and started washing clothes and cooking. This is a habit she has developed since she was a child, and it is a normal way. Indeed, in the mountainous area of Bazhong, this is the time concept of sunrise. There, it is a woman's responsibility to get up early to wash clothes and cook for her family, but it is so out of place in Shanghai.

A woman from a mountain, perhaps seduced by the beautiful scenery of the mountain, has a big and long palm, reaching the magic capital. She only sees the mountains with her eyes and listens to the wind with her ears. She doesn't need a virtual world. What she wants is something tangible and within reach. So she doesn't need to watch TV or play with her mobile phone, just like when she is in the mountains, she just needs to watch the sunset, see through the clouds, see the yellow flowers and see the broken leaves.

She lives on the edge of the city, to be exact, in the countryside of Shanghai, surrounded by some factories and rice fields. Every evening, she would ask her fellow villagers to take a walk on the country road to blow the wind. But she always said that the road in her hometown is solid, the wind in her hometown is real, and even the moon in her hometown is rounder than that in Shanghai. She looked at the turbid moon and did nothing, and soon fell asleep.

She seems to have some antipathy to Shanghai food. After all, the taste of my hometown is spicy. At first, the taste on the tip of my tongue made her unable to erase it, so she always brought her own food at noon. I can smell spicy gas, get angry and sneeze from a distance.

Her simplicity and frugality also seem to come from the mountains. The company only needs 1.5 yuan for breakfast in the morning, which is not particularly good, but it is also delicious, but she wants to cook noodles or porridge at home by herself, perhaps because she wants to save money by having breakfast with her family. In fact, company meals are really economical. After all, this breakfast is 6 yuan a meal. The company issued a 4.5 yuan to its employees. If you don't eat, you don't lose. The women in this mountain are so stubborn that they can't think of such a simple question.

I always ask her to help me take out the garbage in the office. She hesitated and dragged her feet. After all, it's not her field, but I know she wants a meal ticket, a free meal ticket. I always tease her with the Sichuan dialect I have learned. Looking at her worried face, I smiled in my heart and took out a meal ticket from my pocket for her. She accepted it like that child.

Alas, this woman has lived in the mountains of Bazhong all her life.