Old Street Stories

The old building on the old street is a product of the 60s. It is L-shaped, with a long and narrow semi-enclosed corridor strung together with 44 households on four floors.

It was already midnight, the wind was bleak, every house closed their doors and blocked their windows, and the silence made time freeze.

Da Jun touched his bluish hair in the labor camp, moved his buttocks sitting on the wall of the semi-open balcony, and looked at the mirror-like building No. [-] on the opposite side, the same silence.He thought, no wonder mice like to come out at night, we are the same kind.

Dajun just came out yesterday, wearing a black woolen hat, gray cotton-padded jacket, black cotton trousers and black cotton shoes.When walking, he hunched his shoulders and lowered his head, avoiding all surprised, sarcastic, and avoiding eyes.He slowly took out the key, and walked into the small room his grandma left for him in full view of everyone.

The room has been unoccupied for too long, there is no water and electricity, and it is dark in broad daylight, with a musty smell.It's just that the furnishings are still the same, an iron frame bed, a set of oil-stained combination cabinets, and further inside, there is an empty kitchen, only the gray cement stove that cannot be removed.

Dajun stared blankly for a while, wanting to smoke, drink, and go to the bathroom.The toilet is at the end of the corridor, next to the stairs, and he needs to walk back and forth through the windows of half of the houses on this floor. "It's not shameful enough," he thought, and slowly sat on the iron frame bed. There was no mattress, and there were unplaned barbs piercing his buttocks on the wooden board. Eye.

It's been 33 hours since he came out, and no one has responded to the army, even coughing at his door.As the canteen was about to close at night, he quietly went downstairs to buy a pound of Erguotou, a small bag of peanuts, and a bag of Daqianmen.

Walking out of the public toilet happily, Da Jun picked up the wine and peanuts placed at the toilet door, and walked slowly back to his own door.Stretching his long legs, he sat on the wall of the semi-enclosed balcony.The peanuts were the first to be dealt with, and he realized that he was really hungry. He regretted not buying two packs of peanuts, so he had to open the wine bottle and take a sip of Erguotou.

The spicy wine was like a sharp knife, splitting the army from head to toe.He was only 16 at that time, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he was called "Little Cai Guoqing".He also blows the bottle like this, drinking Erguotou like beer.Amid the roaring noise, he shook his head nonchalantly, forgetting about his teachers and classmates in the classroom, his parents who ran away without a trace, and his grandma who pasted paper boxes at home hoping that he would learn well.

At that time, Dajun felt that only his buddies were his only relatives.They cherish each other, they treat each other with sincerity, and they are brothers who have been separated from each other for many years.He has always been motivated to be the most loyal, the least demanding, and the most worthy of worship.

Finally, on that summer night, the army did it. One person resisted all the crimes and took one life.Because he was a few months short of his sixteenth birthday, he was sentenced to ten years in prison.From the time he was arrested to the time when he was sentenced, no one came to see him, and all his brothers and sisters disappeared without a trace.And grandma, according to public welfare lawyers, broke her leg at home and couldn't even get out.

Dajun became nervous for the first time. Grandma's rough voice, the smell of cigarettes on her body, and her graying hair all rushed over her head.He shook his leg reflexively, "Who will take care of her with a broken leg!" He patted the table and questioned the public interest lawyer. The man with black-rimmed glasses looked at him coldly and said nothing.

Later, one year, two years, three years, five years, until today.He spent more than 3600 days and nights in the high wall, from 16 to 26.He finally learned one thing, that is to bow his head.Not looking up and looking forward, not looking back and looking back, just looking down.

The army was drunk.He looked down at his doubled hand, and laughed silly. "I'm a fucking mouse, with four claws!" He laughed until his chest trembled, and he couldn't sit still.He glanced downstairs, it was pitch black, "Can you fall to your death with such a big head?" He thought in a daze, and just for a moment, he fell down.

A dull sound spread out in the winter night. It was so cold outside that even the dog hid in a warm corner, opening its eyes symbolically, too lazy to watch the excitement.Da Jun opened his eyes, his body didn't even feel sore.He didn't know that the residents on the first floor built illegal rooms almost as tall as the second floor, needless to say he fell down from the third floor.

Dajun looked at the stars all over the sky clearly, but his eyes became blurred again.The moment he fell down, he heard grandma's voice clearly.

"Big army! Go to school!"????