Southern tide

When he said set fire, he really set fire.

He took Mu Yang to an unfinished building—this was what he discovered when he was working as a handyman by the Pearl River.He had observed the building for a long time, and heard the news: it was supposed to be an office building, and it would be used as a financial center after it was built, but the investor withdrew the investment due to the problem of capital flow, so it was not built, and the pieces of glass were too late Installed, broken into thousand eight hundred pieces lying on the concrete floor.

The cold concrete and steel bars are like dormant monsters, standing out of place in the old city.

Mu Yang later said that he should be grateful for the reinforced concrete.

Without them, the ferocious nature of human beings would have been revealed long ago.Social civilization has its outer skin, but it is still a primitive society in the jungle where the jungle preys on the jungle.

Zhou Mingsheath took Mu Yang to the highest point and sat on the edge of the concrete without shelter or protection.There is a lot of traffic and lights under your feet, and the whole port city is colorful.

He found firewood everywhere, piled them together, and took out the lighter with ease.The flames ignited in "clusters", and he squatted aside and flipped it with a steel bar to burn the fire fiercely.This is the trick he learned at the foot of the distant Changbai Mountain, the old hunter taught him how to make a fire. "Where there is fire, there is light. Where there is light," the old hunter exhaled a smoke ring at that time, "there is a way to live."

So there was only this group of wildfire left in the world, which exploded "crackling". The flame, like Baixue, is the stubborn god of this world.

Mu Yang looked down at the sparks.Sparks fell in his eyes like flying flowers.The hall is bright for a moment, then dim again, halfway through the flickering, reflecting the lights of the city.Hong Kong City is always brightly lit.

Mu Yang asked: "What are they doing?"

Zhou Mingsheath said, "Make money."

Mu Yang said, "Do you know how money is made?"

Zhou Mingshe was silent, and Mu Yang told him: "Money, we are just blindly exchanging time for money."

They had never seen the city they lived in from this angle, so they were speechless for a long time.Shoulder to shoulder, heart beating.They gossip, gossip.In the end, I said that you led me out of the hospital behind the nurse's back like this, and you will be scolded tomorrow.

Zhou Mingshea turned around and looked down at him.He reached out to touch Mu Yang's eyelashes, trembling slightly, like thin cedar branches passing by.

He said: "If you are scolded, you will be scolded. Just be happy." It is more important that you are happy.

Mu Yang suddenly let out a heavy breath and smiled, something rose up in his heart, and he collapsed backwards.He supported the young man's thin back with his hands, leaned back, looked at the stars and moon behind the clouds in the sky, and said softly for a long while: "You like me."

There was silence for a long time between heaven and earth, only the sound of cracking firewood.

Then I heard Zhou Mingshe say: "Yes, I like you."

"what do you like about me?"

Zhou Mingshe pushed the question back: "What do you think?"

Mu Yang felt that he was shameless, turned his head and smiled: "I don't know." But he added, "I have never loved anyone."

Zhou Mingshea slowly lay down next to him, reached out and fiddled with his ears: "I liked it once. For a moment."

Mu Yang looked at him, his eyes instantly filled with jealous indifference, and he pushed him away with a sullen face: "Oh."

Zhou Mingshea coaxed him back into his arms: "It's not what you think."

Remember that horse?Zhou Mingshen said, when I tied your hair that day, I said that I used to braid my horse's pigtails like this.Mu Yang said he remembered, he remembered that you were a bastard and compared me to a horse.

Zhou Mingshea told him that the horse was dead.

It was a horse given to him by his master. He raised it himself. It was a beautiful sorrel Sanhe stallion.He is tall, his armor almost reaches the sky, his back is broad, he has a pair of stone-black eyes that are as bright as eggs, and he has a gentle temper. When he sees his master, he always forgets that he is already a full-grown horse that can kick someone's ribs with one hoof. Sa Huan rushed into the man's arms, lowered his head and licked Zhou Mingshea's face with great interest, wishing he could swallow him into his stomach.

Zhou Mingshea once ate and slept with it in the stable.

Mother had always hated his company with these things and forbade the old hunter to teach him how to use a gun.It's just this horse, she stood on the top of the mountain with her sleeves rolled up and looked at it from a distance, watching her child gallop towards the dense forest at the foot of the mountain like a son of God, she sighed and did not stop her.

After the Zhou family came to him, they wanted to take him back to Beijing.They told Zhou Ming that he didn't need to take any sheaths, and the family had them for food and clothing.When he spoke, he looked at the dilapidated pots and pans in the shed with disgust, and there was no need to guess the meaning behind the words.Zhou Mingxiu didn't say anything, and only made one request.Where is he, so is the horse.

No one can beat him.He followed his mother and had stubborn roots deep in the soil.They had no choice but to drive a truck, carrying people and horses, all the way from outside the pass into Beijing.From then on, the horse was tied to the edge of the man-made pasture, and stood dejectedly under the low stable every day, exhaling foul smell, and looking at the long river.

Zhou Mingshea called horse grass to feed it, it lowered its head and sniffed for a while, then looked at Zhou Mingshea instead of eating.Zhou Mingsheath saw in its eyes the sorrow that crossed races, and saw the same desolation as himself in its eyes.He stretched out his hand to stroke its body. The fur that used to be shiny and shining with the prairie glow was now dull and dry, like a mountain depression swept by wildfire.His heart hurt more than a drop of blood. At this moment, the horse leaned over, stretched out its tongue and gently curled his wrist, and let out a low whine.

Zhou Mingshea understood.He hugged its neck and asked softly: We haven't been out together for a long time.Let's go again, shall we?

The horse wagged its tail and stretched out its front hooves.It turned around in the narrow stable, pawing the ground lightly with its hooves.

Zhou Mingsheath unlocked the stable.

He didn't wear protective gear, didn't use a horsewhip, and didn't need any of their instructions, "It's a beast after all, young master, please be careful" nonsense. The foot of Changbai Mountain turned over like he had done countless times.

The horse galloped out instantly.The sound of horseshoes was crisp and crisp, and the sound was like shooting stars.They are like vigorous grass seeds in the wind, without any scruples, rushing to the hometown where they were born.The shouts and laughter were blown away by the wind, the mane was fluttering, and the body was sweating.Wuhuama, Qianjinqiu, they ran out of the second ring road, got on the elevated road, people screamed everywhere, and then entered the road, the tall buildings on both sides became shorter and shorter, and the bungalows became less and less, finally came to Inner Mongolia between water and grass.

This is the distraught "family" who has caught up.Four wheels, always faster than a few horse legs.They rushed here with billowing dust and smoke, and wanted to catch these two ignorant beasts back and wait to be punished.Zhou Mingshea glanced back, with a disdainful sneer on his face, he pinched his legs lightly, and led the horse towards the bushes.

However, it was a rainy day, and there was a loud thunder in the sky, and the ground poured down in basins.They had just hid in the woods when the heavy rain swept through, making the soil under their feet soft and sticky, unable to hold heavy and hard stones.Then there was a muffled "boom", and the water rushed towards them carrying soil, stones, branches and a Mongolian lark.

They were washed to the foot of the mountain.Zhou Mingsheath held onto the horse's back tightly, but was still thrown to the ground by a thousand catties of force. With a soft "click", he knew that several bones must have been broken.After all, the horse is a child of the prairie, with its front legs curled up, miraculously nothing happened.It tirelessly licked Zhou Mingsheath, making his face red and sticky. It was such tenacious and persistent licking that made Zhou Mingsheath change his mind from before the gate of hell.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, and put his arms around the horse's neck.The horse gave a "woo" and knelt down beside him, resting its head on his chest.Zhou Mingshea turned his head, his voice was hoarse, but he insisted on talking: "Are you happy?" He asked the horse.The horse didn't talk, it couldn't talk, but it didn't have to.

The world doesn't need to talk.

Zhou Mingsheath struggled to get up, and walked with a limp while supporting the horse's belly.The Mongolian lark had its wings broken and was covered in blood. It lay dying in his arms, and Zhou Ming held it in its sheath.They fell on a river beach, and the current was getting faster and faster.They walked along sharp stones, shed a trail of water, and finally sat on a high place.He made a fire and leaned against the horse, only then did he feel severe pain all over his body, as if every bone had been smashed into pieces, and they were broken into petals and petals, piercing the flesh like needles. His breathing became heavier and heavier.

His whole body was scorched like fire, and the blood was tearing at life and gurgling out from the wound.Vision began to blur, mind began to feel dizzy, Zhou Ming sheath closed his eyes.The rain stopped, time quieted down, and suddenly there was a crisp sound like a wind chime, he just thought he had heard it wrong.So he stretched out his hand, Ma lowered his head sensiblely, and let him pat his ears.He raised his face and took a last look at his horse: "Let's go. The weather is fine today. It's time for you to go home."

And the horse let out a rolling belch from its throat.

Zhou Mingshea smiled: "I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. It's comfortable here."

The horse stood up, and Shi Hei's eyes looked at Zhou Ming's sheath for a long time.Finally, it turned its head and slowly disappeared among the bushes along the river.At that time, it was the moonlit night and the stars, Zhou Mingshea smelled the fragrance of the soil on the grassland, and felt that he was a brisk boat between the sky and the earth, where he finally came from and where he was going.At this time, he thought of his mother, and he felt a little sad. He thought, what if he could take another look?

However, just as he was lying on the pile of rocks waiting to die, suddenly, he heard the sound of horseshoes.When he opened his eyes, a ball of fire came from far and near, like a firefly, a woman came sitting on his horse.

Zhou Ming got up and got angry at the horse for the first time: Why are you disobedient!

He knew they had surrounded this insignificant bush and woods and would find them soon.When he was captured, he was severely beaten, and he was locked up for a few days as a lesson. The horse couldn't survive.Why doesn't it understand this truth?

The woman rolled down from the horse. She was wrapped in a black robe with two Gesang flowers embroidered on the cuffs and neckline.Thick black braids tied with red strings, and a plush felt hat.She didn't speak, and pointed to Zhou Mingsheath, her arm, and behind her.It means to ask Zhou Mingsheath to follow her, otherwise she will die.Zhou Mingshe shook his head.The woman touched her lips up and down, and choked out a few blunt Chinese characters for a while, with a strange tone: "For...your horse's good." She gestured.

Zhou Mingshea understood.

So he was taken back to the yurt by the woman and stuck in the valley.She lit an oil lamp and retrieved bandages from the box.Neither of them could understand each other's words, so they were silent.He didn't ask her why she lived alone, and she didn't ask why he came over the mountains.The room is so dark, only the light of a candle.When she was disinfecting him to stop the bleeding, the fundus of her eyes was illuminated by the lamp, full of water, and her palms were gentle and hot...

"Like my mother." Zhou Mingshea looked at the half cigarette at his fingertips and extinguished it on the ground: "Like my mother. So I was tempted for a moment. Just for a moment. Isn't everyone Oedipus?" He said To say it lightly.

At this time, the fire had burned out, and only two clusters of small flames were still struggling on the branches.Mu Yang looked down at him: "You know very well that you don't like her. People who aren't her..."

It was the moment when the wasteland-like years returned to the body, and that was the last time in my life to return to the embrace of my mother.

It's just that you dare not admit that you have lost.

Zhou Mingxie said after a while, "It's boring to say so clearly."

Mu Yang asked, "Where's the horse?"

Zhou Mingshea smiled: "I passed out and woke up the next morning. I was awakened by their footsteps. I jumped up and went around to the back of the tent. The horse was still there, refusing to go. I whipped it, It was also standing next to me. Suddenly it rushed over - I thought it was angry, and as a result, I heard a gunshot."

Zhou Mingshen said: "It was only later that I realized that there are many things in life that it is too late to say goodbye."

He finally finished telling the long story. The sky is three or four o'clock in color, with a slight white in the black.He stood up, stamped out the remaining fire, and reached out to Mu Yang: "Let's go. Go back to the hospital."

Mu Yang held his outstretched hand, but didn't get up: "What happened next?"

"What later?"

"That woman."

"I haven't seen you again." Zhou Mingxie said, "We met by chance, why worry about it?"

"Didn't you and I meet by chance?"

Zhou Mingshea looked at him: "That's called Yuanjia Road Narrow."

Mu Yang suddenly took advantage of his strength and stood up straight, but he didn't let go: "The enemy is the enemy."

Zhou Mingshea stared into his eyes.

However, Mu Yang's eyes are as gentle as spring water, but they are boiling hot, brighter than lamps, stars, and the sun.He looked at Zhou Ming's sheath, Zhou Ming's sheath accidentally fell into it, and heard Mu Yang say: "How about, from now on, I will replace that horse."

The wild wind came through the mountains.

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