Southern tide

Mu Yang got up from the ground.

In a teenager, his hair is too long.It is a long way that the head teacher will press in front of the barber.He put a small knot on the lower part of the back of his head, like a puppy's tail.After he and Zhou Mingxie had finished fighting, the little gang fell apart.They were made into strands stained with blood and soil, pasted on the forehead, and shielded from the eyes.

He pulled the brothers up one by one.They were too disheartened, Mu Yang took a step back.It turned out that he hated the sticky touch on people, and hated being too close to people.

Hooligans are not vicious people.Not even a bad guy.At the age of sixteen or seventeen, there is no such thing as hopelessly bad.Mu Yang scattered the pack of cigarettes and kicked the bottom of the slowest walker.

They headed home despondently in the setting sun, drifting away, disappearing under the wires and viaducts.Those motorcycles chug away, leaving a puff of smoke billowing behind.

One cigarette left.

Mu Yang wiped the blood off his nose nonchalantly, and took out the lighter.The lighter "clicked" three or four times before the cigarette butt lit up with a "crack".The smoke engulfed him.

After a while, he finally said, "Are you new here?"

Local snakes like them wander around in the urban villages full of sewage and vegetable leaves all day long, and they clearly remember the faces of every building and every house.Including whose fan is missing a leaf, whose TV can receive sports channels.

Zhou Mingxiu ignored him, and Mu Yang changed the question: "You will be here from now on."

is a definite temptation.

If he stays here all the time, he will have to meet Mu Yang again.When they meet again, are they friends or enemies?Will you hold a grudge?

Zhou Mingsheath put down his sleeves.The crumpled sleeves concealed the shocking scars on his arms, and he fastened the buttons, looking indifferent again.But Mu Yang already knew that he was a wild horse.The kind that flies across the grassland, heading towards Guyan.

Zhou Mingsheath said, "Maybe."

He stretched out his hand and asked Mu Yang for a cigarette.Mu Yang raised his eyebrows, and when this man raised his eyebrows, his unruly expression was all flamboyant.He took half of the cigarette out of his mouth, and one end was slightly moist.On the other end is a little bit of Mars.He let the burning end face down, touching the palm of Zhou Ming's sheath.

The heat was scorching.The soot fell on Zhou Ming's scabbard hand, burning it, but he remained indifferent.

Mu Yang looked at him, he knew there was a teasing smile in those eyes.Zhou Mingshea raised his head and looked at him expressionlessly.His gaze is the sky that covers the whole field, so deep and so unpredictable, like looking at a naughty child.

Mu Yang raised the corner of his mouth.It was the first time he showed such a smile, a beautiful smile, a flying smile, Zhou Mingsheath's eyes darkened for a moment.

He still obediently turned the cigarette around, handed it to him, and turned his head away.

Zhou Ming's sheath stuck to the place where he had sucked just now, and he licked it with the tip of his tongue.It seemed that he had also tasted the taste of Mu Yang.

He exhaled a puff of smoke.

"There are powder suckers here. Come out at eight or nine o'clock in the evening to take a breath. At that time, the investigation is strict, so don't come out and run around." Mu Yang said.He was looking down at his gray and black sneakers.It should actually be a pair of white shoes.It's a pity that the owner always crawls and rolls in the mud, seeking survival in the dark, so it is forced to be too dirty to raise its head.He kicked away the ants at his feet: "Nothing else, nothing. Don't go if you meet women in the alley. They are all snakes with poisonous eyes and quick mouths."

Of course Zhou Mingshen knew what the woman he was talking about did.

"Have you been?" he asked.

Mu Yang didn't answer.

Zhou Mingshe said, "I'm different from you."

He returned the cigarette to Mu Yang.But at this time there is only one cigarette butt left.Mu Yang frowned slightly looking at the cigarette, his eyes seemed very reluctant, thinking how fiercely Zhou Ming was smoking the sheath.So he stomped out the cigarette on the ground: "Really?"

Zhou Mingshea knew that he regarded himself as the same kind.I thought it was a small beast that licked its wounds, drank blood and ate meat in the dark.It is this huge city, and even the insignificant garbage in this huge era, not even the screws of the state machine.Zhou Mingshen replied: "If someone loves me, I will love someone too. This is different."

He was really mean at that time, a single word could pierce Mu Yang's sore spot.

If there are people who cherish and love others, who will be like them, wandering the streets all day long?

No one sees them as pleasing to the eye.The shops on both sides of the arcade are not open to them, and the trams that jingle past have no seats for them.The teachers in the school didn’t even want to raise their eyelids to look at them. The only thing worthy of praise was that when they leaned against the electric car in twos and threes to smoke, the thin, young school girls would look at them shyly, and then burst out “twittering” "The voice of discussion.

This is useless, wasted, seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth.

Mu Yang whispered: "I will love people too."

He's just stating a fact.But later Zhou Mingshen told him that when he spoke in a low voice, he was always cute like a kitten.Like a kitten, it's like a baby with its ears softly aggrieved.

Zhou Mingshea looked up at him.He saw Mu Yang's eyes again, they were so bright eyes, really like the fireballs of the sun, so hot that one couldn't help but get closer.Zhou Mingshen used to hate Xia Tian very much.It was so hot in summer and there was no wind at all, which made him restless.But on this day, after seeing Mu Yang, he suddenly felt that Xia Tian was so warm.

Enthusiastic, enthusiastic, with strong emotions flowing in my heart.These heats/tides have dazzled the young man's mind. He wants to hug and cling to someone sweaty, to communicate with his lips, to bite with his teeth, and tirelessly chanting nasty things in his ears. Love words, thus venting the extreme stickiness and extreme irritability of the Lingnan heat wave on one person.In spirit and flesh.

Zhou Mingshea looked at him, and Mu Yang raised his eyes too.Before Zhou Mingshe had time to answer, Mu Yang had already tilted his head to look at him, as if he had seen a strange panda in the zoo, and looked at him very closely.

"I don't see any difference between us," he said. "We're all pathetic."

He is also a sharp-tongued bastard.

So Mu Yang picked up his schoolbag and prepared to go home.When he bent down, he exposed his back to Zhou Ming sheath without any precaution.The short sleeve was attached to his body, shortened, revealing a white waist with his movements.Includes waist belt.Zhou Ming looked down, and Mu Yang stood up and said, "In short, I have exhausted my friendship as a landlord. You have to stay here. Remember, this area is under the management of Old Chen. He is the live Baogong of the police station. Don't bother if you have nothing to do. he."

Zhou Mingsheath finally spoke: "What's your name?"

Mu Yang turned around: "Are you going to be my brother?"

Zhou Mingshen said: "If I get angry when we meet, I will still beat you up."

Mu Yang narrowed his eyes to look at him again.Because the setting sun hooked Zhou Ming's sheath so attractively, a layer of golden red edge made up for his cold expression when he spoke.This reminded Mu Yang of the sunset over the long river that he had read in books.Zhou Mingshea is a horse and a river that broke into his life, with the smell of the grassland wind.

Mu Yang said, "Alright then. Let's fight again next time we meet."

That's how we got to know each other.