Southern tide

Zhou Mingshen learned that his name was Mu Yang, and thought it was a good name.Although Mu Yang later told him that there were no educated people in his family, it was just before he was born that his parents invited friends from the town to start one.Friends don't understand either, they just say that the sun is upright.The sun can be learned from heaven and earth, and God will see it differently.So it is called Mu Yang.

Mu Yang asked, "What about you?"

He said it was called Ming Sheath.At first he refused to mention his last name.Mu Yang said it was not kind to do so.Zhou Mingxiu could only answer: "Zhou, Zhou Zheng's Zhou."

He didn't want his last name to be Zhou.He wanted to be named Shen.Shen is his mother's surname and his bloodline.

This Shen is not the Shen of Jiangnan, but the Shen of Beihuang.That is the change of the nation and the loneliness of the times.Those descendants of the grasslands that used to ride horses freely along the Ergun River, those ethnic groups that used to be companions of pine forests, birches, moose and wild wolves, entered Dandong during the Qing Dynasty and were Sinicized, assigned the Han surname, Shen.From then on, I forgot the enthusiasm of the bonfire and my roots.

It was his mother's nation, and it was his.

When his mother was young, she hung out with a prodigal son.The prodigal son later became his father, but did not give her a name.My father's family is very large. In the capital, the roots are deep and the leaves are luxuriant. They will struggle to walk in the shadow of swords and swords on the wine table. Naturally, they will not marry a woman who has no status.

It's a pity that the other half of Zhou Mingshea's blood is Zhou's surname, so when he was 15 years old, a black car arrived.When the door of the black car was closed, he could see his mother's face, but her mother could not see his.So the thin and dark woman stood far away in the heavy snow, silently watching her son go away.We haven't seen each other since.

The last time he spoke to his mother was at the management office.The word "Shen" was also written in black and white on the household registration book.He watched the name disappear, and his last relationship with his mother was quietly broken, and he finally felt angry and tore the page to shreds.

His mother slapped him.

He was trembling slightly: In the past, no matter how badass he was, he was hunting wild birds at the foot of the Erdaobai River. When the old policeman wrapped in leather came to him, his mother never did anything.That day, he beat him in order to break off relations with him.

But the woman was so calm.Even the last sustenance in life was snatched away from him, and he was indifferent.Because she is a smart person.

"It's your luck to be named Zhou," she said. "I never liked you riding a horse... because it wasn't tame enough."

What a complicated sentence, Zhou Mingxiu didn't understand until many years later.

That was a sentence he understood after struggling in this world.

Life is not impermanent. Generally speaking, reincarnation is the only knowledge.Surnamed Shen, he would never get out of the Great Northern Wilderness in his life, and most likely died in a lackluster winter.Died like countless people who never existed.In old age there will be cold and hunger, for children have never had a conscience.As for the surname Zhou, in his life, he was extravagant, desperate, and accomplished nothing, and there were people who nodded and flattered him behind him.

It was the clearest choice a woman made in the face of the huge trend of the times.

Zhou Mingshe had no place to live.He had to lie under the flyover.At that time, there were always busy bicycles under the overpass.When they rode by, they didn't even give him a second glance.Because Hong Kong City is a place for survival, but each has its own means.That's where everyone in Harbor City seems to be in business.In the streets and alleys of Thirteen Lines, everyone is carrying big bags and small bags, which are leather soft goods and clothes bought wholesale, and there are high-quality parallel imports smuggled/smuggled in the freighters by the Pearl River.But Zhou Mingshea didn't understand watches.

After learning about this, Zhou Mingxiu went to the edge of the Pearl River to make a living.There was always work to be done, hauling bags of rice from freighters with extremely shallow drafts, or serving iced mung bean soup for shopkeepers at roadside tea stalls.In the end, in addition to paying wages, he also got a bowl of herbal tea, which he drank in one gulp, before returning to the village in the city.He doesn't have to live in a village in the city, but every time he thinks that he might see Mu Yang again in this place, he is willing to curl up by the gutter and sleep with the mice.

He rarely talks to people.Because he can't understand Cantonese.Their speech speed is always so fast, babbling, laughing and playing, it seems to be cursing.Zhou Ming is not very good at sheathing.So he always eats only at a familiar shop.The box lunch is the cheapest there.It costs five yuan a piece, one meat and two vegetables, and the rice is full.After he finished eating, he went to the edge of the Pearl River to inquire about news and find his mother.Naturally it cannot be found.

But he was in no hurry.

What's the hurry?

As long as it is not found by the Zhou family.

So he never used his real name when looking for jobs.Whether it is Zhang San or Li Si, he said that he is 25 years old and graduated from high school.He doesn't look like 25 years old at all, no one will believe him when he says he is old.But it doesn't matter, who cares if we meet by chance.

Zhou Mingxiu later met Mu Yang several times.

He sometimes eats at the rice noodle stall downstairs, pours a little soy sauce, and sucks the rice noodles in.But he actually eats very quietly.Sometimes Mu Yang is with his brothers, puffing and puffing in the game hall.They played the King of Fighters very well, and they had to re-insert the coin after two hits.He also played slot machines and completely lost himself.They seem to have nothing to do, wandering in every corner of the street.

But Mu Yang rarely played.

Zhou Mingxiu sat under the sun umbrella across the street to observe, and Mu Yang didn't touch the game console.He just lowered his eyes and leaned aside, taking a look from time to time.Then the eyes turned elsewhere, most likely looking at the tall buildings in the distance.There are many newly built buildings in Hong Kong City, with pink exterior bricks, iron windows, and elevator rooms.Those workers are working under the scorching sun.Those buildings are getting higher and higher, and more and more are being built, but they will have nothing to do with them.

They will never be able to afford a house here in their lifetime.

In order to observe Mu Yang, Zhou Mingshen had to spend five cents on soda.He took small sips and only drank one bottle in half an hour, but he occupied his seat.The only way he could save his boss from scolding him was to help him lift the soda cans from the van.The boss only smiled at this time, and rewarded him with a bottle of cold mist.

The refreshing sugar water rolled down the throat and into the lungs, so in Zhou Mingshean's memory, Mu Yang was once sweet.

They still fight.

Fight as soon as you meet, never die.

Mu Yang's hooligan brothers have learned their lesson, they ran away when they saw Zhou Ming scabbard, but Mu Yang was not smart.He won't talk nonsense to him, the way he greets Zhou Mingshea is fists and legs.The ending is always held down by Zhou Mingsheath.It was raining that day, torrential rain, and the night was extremely dark, and the tungsten lamps turned into a cold blue, making people feel cold behind.They fought in the rain.Lying on the road afterwards, I could feel the rain snake swimming past my body with the smell of mud.Zhou Mingsheath got up first.

He took off his clothes, exposing his chest.He casually hung his clothes on the wires, and soon there were angry reprimands from the tenants in the small building opposite.He and Mu Yang stuck together under the eaves to hide from the rain.The eaves were too narrow and slanted on one side, so they had to put their hands together, shoulders to shoulders, as if they were touching each other skin to skin.Mu Yang was smoking again.

Zhou Mingshean finally said the first sentence: "Do we have to do it when we meet?"

Mu Yang said: "Being friends, it's easy to owe each other." What he said is very interesting.

Zhou Mingshea said, "Is it okay if you die or live?"

Mu Yang said: "You die, it means it's even."

Zhou Mingshea suddenly snatched his cigarette, bit it in his mouth and took a hard drag.Mu Yang gave a "tsk", and turned his head to look at him impatiently.He said, "Two dollars, pay me—"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Mingshea interrupted him: "I don't want to get even with you. You have to owe me something."

Mu Yang looked up at him, nose to nose: "What do you think I owe you?"