Southern tide

Mu Yang rescued him.

This is the second time.

He really is a cunning little wild cat, familiar with the road, knowing every secret door and every fork in this land.So smiling, he took Zhou Ming's scabbard and ran away.Mu Yang brought Zhou Mingshea to a shop on the street, stretched out his hand, and tapped lightly on the rolling shutter door twice.

From time to time, there was a cold snort in the room, and then there was a rustle, and Zhou Mingxie saw Mu Yang smiled slightly and rolled his eyes.He squatted down and fiddled for a while, then opened the rolling door.

The door was opened by a young girl.She looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with very cool short hair, single eyelids, freckles, and red lips.She went to the kitchen without looking at the late-night visitor, and Mu Yang beckoned him to sit down.After sitting down for less than 10 minutes, the girl brought out two bowls of silver noodles.

It was alkaline water noodles, and Zhou Ming was not used to eating scabbards. Mu Yang was careful, seeing him frowning frequently, knew that he didn't like it, so he said he would order something more for him.Zhou Mingshea refused.He didn't want small troubles to turn into big troubles.Being chased is a small trouble, but eating is a big trouble.

This shop is their "den".

When these young bastards who are doing nothing, doing nothing, and wandering in the streets all day long are chased by heroes and heroes from all sides, they will knock on the door of this house.The little proprietress was once their school girl.Later, she was admitted to high school, and the vast majority of these young people are still in junior high school.

Mu Yang only took two bites before putting down his chopsticks.But Zhou Mingsheath was hungry.After he finished eating his own, he took Mu Yang's bowl as well.Mu Yang didn't care, just looked at him with squinted eyes, like looking at a child, pretending to say: "Eat slowly," he knocked on the table casually: "I won't fight with you."

Zhou Mingshea ordered two bottles of beer.There was still fog on the glass bottle.He didn't have to ask Mu Yang if he drank or not, he definitely did.Because Zhou Mingshea had to admit now that Mu Yang's intuition was extremely accurate.They are the same kind, fighting beasts trapped in human civilization.

"I saved you again, this is the second time," Mu Yang sipped his beer, his Adam's apple moved slightly. "There are only three things, you know?"

The lights in the store are warm yellow.There are small neon light bulbs hanging on the wall, those neon lights are light red or ice blue, reflected in Mu Yang's eyes, like thousands of stars, filled with a layer of fog that makes people's soul tremble.

Zhou Mingshea stared into his eyes, feeling a slight heat under his body.When he said the four words "Did you know?", he pronounced the words very lightly, with a subtly soft southern accent, his eyes narrowed, like a cunning kitten trying to be good to its owner.

So Zhou Mingsheath swallowed the beer, let the cold liquid flow down his throat, and extinguished the burning candle in his chest.

"Then I have another chance," he said.

He was so aggressive that he still wanted to rely on Mu Yang.And Mu Yang just looked at him with his head tilted, as if he had guessed that he would say that.

"Who is chasing you?" Mu Yang asked.

"You want to know." Zhou Mingxie fiddled with his bottle cap.

Mu Yang yawned and looked at him: "I saved you with good intentions, if you don't tell me, I will bite."

Zhou Mingshea reached out to him: "Bite."

He can't wait.

Mu Yang looked at him lazily, not intending to continue this childish game with him.

He leaned back, leaned on the light blue plastic stool, stroked his soft and slightly long hair, and took out a cigarette from his pocket.He took a sip, and his expression was instantly as comfortable as that puppy in the sugar shop next door.When the milk dog basks in the sun, it looks limp.Zhou Mingshea stared intently at every expression on his face, trying to associate this comfort with another ambiguous comfort in the bed.

Zhou Mingshea finally withdrew his gaze: "It's from my family."

"family?"

"family."

Mu Yang looked at him through the smoke: "Why don't you go home?"

Zhou Mingshe asked him back, "Don't you have a family too?"

Mu Yang somewhat disliked his bright eyes.This cold, wild horse-like man from the northern grasslands was full of natural savagery, yet more cunning than all his ancestors.

Mu Yang avoided answering, and took out another cigarette from his pocket.He handed Zhou Ming the sheath: "Don't like that?"

Zhou Mingshe nodded.

However, he didn't take Mu Yang's cigarette, instead he raised his chin at Mu Yang as a matter of course: "I want yours."

Mu Yang "tsk": "Is mine that good?" However, he reluctantly sucked the last sip and passed the cigarette over.

Zhou Mingxie licked the place he kissed: "My real home is outside the pass. In the forest by the Erdaobai River. I just want to go back there."

Mu Yang nodded and stopped talking.He understood what Zhou Mingxiu meant, they were all homeless people.

Zhou Ming sheathed the cigarette and extinguished it.They sat opposite each other in silence, their eyes staggered, passing through the thick fog, they all shot into the misty distance.

Finally, Zhou Mingshea spoke first: "Has the person been found?"

He didn't have to speak clearly, Mu Yang could understand.

Mu Yang held his chin: "When I bumped into you downstairs, my friend just sent me a message."

Zhou Mingsheath's hand paused slightly, he never thought that this day would come so soon.

Mu Yang said, "A bad news or a good news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Zhou Mingshean lowered his eyes helplessly, indulging Mu Yang's cunning: "Good news."

Mu Yang told him: "The good news is that someone has seen her. At the depository at the train station. The person remembered her because she spoke with an unfamiliar northern accent. At first, he didn't even understand it. Before The one who looked at the bag was an old guy, he didn't care at all, it's a beautiful woman now, so I remember everything about her. They described every detail of the woman to me, and it matches what you said. I guess it's her, no will be wrong."

Zhou Mingshea interrupted him: "Why should I believe it?"

Mu Yang seemed to have expected this question a long time ago, and took out a ring from his pocket.

It was a bone ring, bright white, very small and narrow, and Zhou Ming knew at a glance that he couldn't wear it.But Mu Yang put the ring on his little finger and looked at the light: "She only worked for half a month and then left. This is normal, the work money is too little, and usually they don't stay long. I heard that she is going to buy a ticket. But I didn’t have enough money, so I exchanged this ring with someone for money—I worked so hard to get it, just to show you.”

Mu Yang stretched out his hand in front of him.He is so lazy that even the ring had to be taken off by Zhou Ming's sheath for him.Zhou Mingshea's eyes darkened slightly, and he stared at him very seriously.He took off the ring, put it in the palm of his hand and stared at it with downcast eyes.

It is mother's thing, Zhou Mingshea remembers it very clearly.From childhood to adulthood, every time she touched Zhou Mingshea's forehead tenderly and lovingly, he could feel the cold touch of this bone ring.She once told him that it was passed down from generation to generation, older than them.

Could it be that she really has nowhere to go, Zhou Mingshea thought, how could this ring...be transferred to someone else?

But he was silent for a long time, without showing a trace of vulnerability, and said calmly: "Thank you."

Mu Yang sniffed like a puppy: "It's rare."

Zhou Mingshea smiled: "Don't you just want to hear me say that? Otherwise, why do you have to tell me that you've put a lot of thought into it?"

Mu Yang thought seriously: "But I really put a lot of thought into it." He had such an innocent and coquettish tone again.

Zhou Ming cast down his eyes: "Okay, I owe you."

"Don't tell me too early," Mu Yang said, "There's still bad news."

Mu Yang said: "A lot of people I don't know come to the train station. They carry newspapers and instant noodles every day, and stop at every corner of the train station pretending to be ordinary people. But we are not stupid. They Waiting for someone. Not the police, because the plainclothes don't know them. So, who do you think they are waiting for?"

Zhou Mingshea slowly clenched the ring tightly.He could understand Mu Yang's faint hint.

Mu Yang tied the loose ends of his hair into small knots: "I advise you not to go."

Zhou Mingshea looked at his bluish-white fingers passing through the pure black hair, like ambiguous red threads wrapped around a person's soft skin.Zhou Mingxie said: "This ring is more important than her life."

Mu Yang's hand paused slightly.

"Grandfather gave it to my father, my father gave it to her. She gave it to her son, and I, as a son, will continue to pass it on." Zhou Mingshe said, "She is unwilling to lose the most difficult days, but today she is willing to sell it. To a stranger. Why? Just because of a ticket?"

Mu Yang understood but didn't answer, Zhou Mingxie slowly stood up.

"The ticket is an excuse. She's in trouble. I'm going to find her," he said quietly.

Mu Yang raised his eyes: "Then you can only go to the train station to inquire."

Zhou Mingshea smiled: "Of course."

He put down a stack of ten-cent bills on the table, and the very clear amount, the money for a bowl of noodles and a bottle of wine, was calculated from the menu just now.Mu Yang is unwilling to owe others favors, and neither is he.He already owed Mu Yang a lot and could no longer rely on him.

Zhou Mingshea walked to the door, and was about to bend down to open the rolling shutter door, when she suddenly turned around and said, "Maybe I won't see you again. Do you really want me to pay back the favor I owe you?"

Mu Yang propped his chin to look at him.The night and lights made him so charming. When he lowered his eyes to look at Zhou Ming's sheath, it was like a priest looking at his believers, and looking at his child with sympathy and love.

Mu Yang said: "Yes." He threw the money on the table to Zhou Ming's sheath accurately, and Zhou Ming's sheath grabbed it.

Mu Yang said: "But that's for the next meeting. Then, I will charge you interest."

Zhou Mingshea understood, Mu Yang's words concealed the implication of "I want to see you again".

He clearly heard his heart beating heavily: "Profitable businessman."

The little profiteer did not deny it: "I am. The profiteer wishes you a good night."