gentle night

The date of City Y.He had already greeted the landlord, and he would check out as soon as this month was over, the reason being that he was going back to his hometown.Thinking of the group of people in City Y, Cheng Xian couldn't help feeling faintly excited.Especially when he thought of the little stupid dog who had returned to normal, he couldn't help himself even more.

He remembered that Yue Junsheng said that he wanted to go back to study, and Yue Junsheng could only go back to City Y.Going back might be risky, thinking of this, Cheng Xian's heart began to beat anxiously again.He was afraid that something might happen to Yue Junsheng again, he knew that someone was afraid of his little idiot.Although the possibility of that has become extremely small now——the period of time Yue Junsheng left City Y is long enough for those people to grab the property.There was no reason for the conspiracy surrounding Yue Junsheng to exist anymore, and Yue Junsheng could at most get some leftovers from Yue Wenlong when he went back this time.But he was still not relieved, he still wanted to go back and have a look, to see with his own eyes that the little stupid dog was safe and sound.In this way, it doesn't matter what happens to him in the future.As long as that little idiot is doing well, it doesn't matter what happens to him. Whether it is City Y or other places, no matter where he is, no matter what he does, it is the same for him.

Losing that delicate flower makes nothing different.

37,

The last days of staying in City H were spent in a mountain-like package.Cheng Xian, with the look of a wild animal breaking a pot, walked around the streets on the small Qingmo, knocked on the door of one house after another, handed over the package, and took back the signature page.His face bears the expression of the patience of a beast, and his hair is disheveled like a lion's mane.He always thinks of shaving every few days, so there is always a faint green stubble on his chin.Every time he faced the person receiving the package, no matter whether the recipient was a deaf old man or a young girl, he always had the same decadent and gloomy look.Only when it was a young boy who opened the door for him, Cheng Xian would restrain his expression a little bit, wait patiently aside, and look at the boy wantonly from the corner of his eye.Fortunately, he is just a courier. People usually only have their own parcels in their eyes when they receive the courier, and they regard the courier as a grass, and close the door in a hurry after writing their name with two strokes, and don't give Cheng Xian a second look.

This is also what Cheng Xian wanted.He knows how unpopular and unattractive he is now, and only in H City, which is nearing the end of the year, he can get a part-time job instead of attracting people's suspicious glances.Therefore, he kind of likes the small place of City H, and only in such a place can the muscles of his wild beast be of use.All the cities along the coast, including City Y, symbolize another power, another power that is incompatible with the beasts of the jungle and kills without blood.Cheng Xian was very afraid of that kind of power, he vaguely felt that it could easily destroy him.That's why he moved as much as possible in the barren land, mixing with those young people who formed their own faction.For him, the bustling city is a huge trap, full of dangers everywhere.Being in a bustling city, he is like a beast in a cage. He is bound by the invisible rules around him, and a kind of restlessness rises from the soles of his feet.Only when he was far away from the metropolitan area, did he regain the confidence and calmness that belonged to a beast.The more cluttered stones, dense weeds, the more luxuriant forests, the more inaccessible, Cheng Xian's hearing and eyesight will be better, and he will gradually enter a better state.Since the crowd is so difficult to blend in, it is better to go back to the mountains, for example, the Shaomin Heizang where I lived last time is good, although now even Heizang is becoming more and more like people in the city.

Cheng Xian thought about this casually, and he passed by the stationery store on the street.Under the eaves, the shop owner stood smoking at the door, and the person behind the counter in the shop looked like Aunt Zhou.The shop owner didn't see Cheng Xian, so Cheng Xian naturally didn't say hello.He could have turned back the other way, but somehow turned into this street, passing the stationer's shop in a flash.

He still wants to see this stationery store!This shop used to be the sustenance of Jiaohua and Beast, and they spent a short and warm time together in this small shop.Even if those times proved to be illusory, Cheng Xian was willing to keep this illusory shell for a little longer, and come here for a couple of laps if he had nothing to do, not afraid of being seen by Aunt Zhou.In fact, he was seen twice by Aunt Zhou.In the two times, the woman's eyes widened suddenly, and she stretched out her fingers towards him, wanting to point but not point.The woman must be wondering why he hasn't returned home yet, and whether what he said before was lying.Thinking of this, Cheng Xian smiled, quite happily.

Finally, the last day of the year has arrived.Cheng Xian got up early in the morning, went to the courier company to get his salary, ate a pancake when he came back, and started packing his luggage.The two large canvas bags bought from the wholesale market were as strong as explosives stuffed with his own dressing utensils, pillow sheets and bedding. In addition, there were mouthwash cups, towels, toothbrushes, etc. that Yue Junsheng didn't take away.No matter how fragmentary and small things are, he put them all into canvas bags without pulling a speck of dust.

Cheng Xian didn't think about why he did this, he just carried two big bags of luggage happily, squeezed onto the train like villagers fleeing famine, found his seat, and pushed the two big bags onto the shelf.The people in the carriage saw that he was slovenly, with a rough and untidy appearance, and he was carrying two bags of rags that were worthless at first glance, and it took up a lot of space, so they all looked sideways at him.

Cheng Xian didn't care, he liked to irritate others, and at the same time, he was happy with the supercilious look.He reluctantly sat down in the narrow seat, and he couldn't say whether he was looking forward to this return trip to City Y or something else.In fact, he only left City Y this spring, and he hasn't been away for long, but why does he feel like a world away when he returns this time?

He leaned his head on the back of the chair, staring at the dusty farmhouses outside.Suddenly, he seemed to see Yue Junsheng's big boy's face again.In the blink of an eye, he came back to reality, and he heard the repeated sound of the station announcement in his ears.Cheng Xian took out the Nokia that he had been with for many years from his pocket, and took out a small mobile phone card from another pocket.After changing the SIM card and turning it on again, as soon as the screen turned on, twenty or so text messages popped up.Most of them were sent by Yang Huaifang.

The most recent one was sent in the early hours of this morning. There were only six words in the text message: "Welcome to the New World!" followed by a big smiling face.

When he arrived at the station, Cheng Xian got off the train with two canvas bags, and followed the crowd all the way to the outside of the station.He was striding along the road, and the woman holding the hotel sign followed him again and again, "The accommodation is cheap, do you want to see it?" The taxi driver on the side of the road wanted to call for business, but seeing Cheng Xian's outfit, The opened mouth closed again.

Cheng Xian came to the main road, spotted one of the cars, went up and threw a coin, and found a seat to sit down.After a while, the bus started and rumbled towards the city.Cheng Xian stared out the window, feeling the phone vibrate in his pocket, he didn't care about it, just stared at the gray street scene in winter in a daze.

He has never liked this place called his hometown, but it is a pity that all the people he valued live here, which makes him return again and again, enduring the atmosphere that is incompatible with him, and suppressing himself.In the sky here, it is hard to distinguish whether it is smoke or haze. Taking a breath of the air here, it feels like a fire just broke out here not long ago.This is especially sensitive to Cheng Xian who is used to the fresh air in the deep mountains and old forests.Countless people compare cities to jungles made of steel and concrete, which is not true.In Cheng Xian's view, the city is more like a prison without a gate. If the prison can only breathe some unhealthy gas for those trapped in it, there is nothing wrong with it.If there is any good place in the prison, it is probably the night that is gradually falling in the grayness.The night was sifted by the half-fog and half-haze smoke, and everything you looked at was covered with a layer of blurred colors.This kind of city shows a different kind of gentleness, from head to toe, it is hazy and shadowy.Cheng Xian gradually relaxed in such twilight, and he regained the vigilance of a beast in the night.There was something about him in the night, and he had felt it since he was very young.

Cheng Xian got off at a station in the west of the city, and there was a hotel opposite the station.He crossed the street and checked in.After getting the house key and entering the room, he tidied up casually and then came downstairs.There is a noodle shop next to it, and there are not many customers at this time.Cheng Xian sat down and ordered a big bowl of noodles and a can of beer. He ate and drank until his body sweated and his limbs became lazy. Then he stirred the noodle soup with chopsticks and took out his mobile phone to look at it.

During this period of time, Fatty Yang sent him three or four text messages and made a phone call.Cheng Xian naturally didn't answer the phone, but Yang Huaifang knew that he had returned to City Y.So in the text message, the fat man tried his best to lure him, "Why don't you come to the New World to see it when you come back? Don't forget that you walked out from here." It was as if the "New World" was Cheng Xian's fucking womb. "Junjun has been back for a few days. This kid has changed. He knows how to study and earn money. Does this have anything to do with you?" Thank you very much—if you don’t want the money?” “Oh, by the way, Wenlong is engaged, it’s a well-matched marriage, don’t you want to come and see?” Followed by an expression stroke, winking.

Cheng Xian lowered his head and sipped the noodle soup, thinking about what Yang Huai said in the text message.Throwing down his chopsticks, he drank the beer in one gulp, went to pay, and finished