Southern tide

Mu Yang has a motorcycle.

He bought it with his own savings, second-hand, and the condition is beautiful, with only a small piece of patent leather missing.Later, I used a metal sticker to block it and parked it at the door of the bar, just like the new one.This is Mu Yang's reliance on the village in the city and the viaduct. It is his Maxima. If the fuel tank is not broken later, there will always be a smell of engine oil in the tire seams. Mu Yang is willing to kiss it every day.

The only thing in this world who knows where his soul is longing is a non-living motorcycle.

Mu Yang rode his motorcycle all the way to the train station gate.At night, there are homeless people everywhere outside the station.They either slept on the steps, or wrapped in rough luggage woven bags, with a pair of dull eyes, staring at passers-by like puppets.Mu Yang was still young, he straddled these people with long legs, just took out the cigarette case at the door, and smoked the last cigarette in the case.

He saw Lao Chen.

Lao Chen is a policeman in their area.With 20 years of police experience, he knows better than anyone that the rammed earth at the root of the wall is loose.This is also the man who Mu Yang told Zhou Mingshea not to provoke.Thick eyebrows and big eyes, dark complexion, criss-cross wrinkles, like ravines, reminded Mu Yang of the rice grains at home that were full of sunshine.However, those eyes are always sharper than eagles, and Mu Yang has been caught by him countless times.

In the beginning, it was stealing waste steel pipes from the factory.They were 14 years old at that time, and most of them had no parents, so they had no other source of income, so they had to eat and drink alone.I can't do the work on the construction site, so I can only stretch out my clothes.If caught, they would sit in rows on benches at the police station.The fluorescent lamps overhead are pale white, shining in the long and endless corridor, the world is gray blue.They couldn't find guardians for these cuts, so they had to go to the school.The school has nothing to do, the police station can only ask people to write a self-criticism.

Mu Yang has written countless self-criticisms, and he will memorize them in the end.He was not sincere once, until one day, Lao Chen was on duty.He swayed over with a porcelain jar, blowing misty white air, and looked at Mu Yang's pen and paper through an oil-green desk lamp.Mu Yang's handwriting is good, it was taught by his grandfather.If people owe you, they will definitely say, I didn't expect you to be handsome and good at writing. You are not a scholar, but a bandit.

Old Chen would not say such things.

He just took a sip of tea slowly and said, "The word is wrong."

Mu Yang read it up and down, but found no typos.

Old Chen picked up the red pen and circled the tail of his last line, "Be a man again".

"'People' don't do this." Old Chen said.

Mu Yang is too smart to understand a single sentence.

Of course he also knows that sneaking around is not a gentleman's thing, he is just relying on his 14-year-old thick-skinned.

Old Chen told him that even at the age of four, he has to be an upright person.

Since then, he has never done anything like a sheep.

Old Chen can't say good or bad to him.

Sometimes it's just like cops versus thieves, sometimes it's over the line.

Lao Chen often ate noodles in the noodle shop downstairs, and the boss would always heat him a bowl of chicken soup in the pot, because he had irregular meals, turned upside down day and night, and had serious stomach problems.They fought with people in the alley, and they were bruised and bruised, and they were caught by Lao Chen.He asked Mu Yang to drink his chicken soup that night, and went to the pharmacy to buy band-aids and red medicine.

When he came back aggressively, Mu Yang frowned and hid: "It's okay..."

Before he finished speaking, Lao Chen slapped him in greeting.

"It's all right ass," he said.

He will order a bowl of noodles, add a poached egg, and put it on the table.

In a nutshell: "Eat."

Mu Yang can only eat.He was reluctant on the face, but he ate happily in his heart.

Old Chen said: "Your father came to the police station once to look for him. I didn't know that you are not an orphan."

Mu Yang took a mouthful of noodles and answered vaguely: "I don't know him well."

Another slap made the back of Mu Yang's head hurt.Old Chen said, "Don't let him hear that."

Mu Yang said, "I want to sue you for illegal torture/interrogation."

Old Chen was not afraid at all: "Then tell me, what law have you committed, and I want to try you?"

Mu Yang did not commit any crimes.Ever since Lao Chen told him not to behave like that, he has never done anything bad except fighting.But when they fight, most of the time they fight for others.Sometimes the protection fee will be paid to the sugar shop on the corner of the street. The owner of that shop is a grandpa, who is 70 years old, and the grandma is still lying on the bed.They frequent it because Grandma doesn't have health insurance.The hearts of young people are so simple.So they are not the worst people in this land, it is the adults who are the worst.Those real local snakes who hang shoulder to shoulder with uniformed urban management, they have a natural umbrella.

Young people can't understand these umbrellas, so they go to pull them out.

Then both sides were bruised and swollen, and those people were also afraid of the youth's blood.Young people are not afraid of death.

Lao Chen is very aware of these things, so if there is a fight for such a reason, even if he is a living Baogong, he will be partial.

He put some soy sauce in Mu Yang's bowl.That bowl of chicken soup is too bland, and it is rare to see a little bit of oil.

Old Chen said: "You want to do good things, that's not how you do it."

Mu Yang didn't say anything, he guessed what Old Chen would say next.

"You go to school, go to study, it's better than bare hands."

Mu Yang said: "There are not many people who study and go to school, why do such things happen every day under your nose?"

He hit the nail on the head, and Old Chen held back.

"Are you going to hang around like this for the rest of your life?"

"En." Mu Yang nodded. "Someday when I get tired of shaking, I will jump into the Pearl River."

"Don't harm others, but I still have to catch you."

"I tied stones to myself, so I couldn't float."

Mu Yang dropped his chopsticks and gagged Lao Chen: "Life is really boring, you don't need to persuade me."

"Isn't it better to be alive than to be dead?" Old Chen said.

Mu Yang shrugged: "The dead would say that. The living would not."

Old Chen didn't say anything.

Lao Chen never persuaded him to study again.He knew that Mu Yang could see better than him.There are some dirty sides engraved in the bones of people that cannot be restrained by law or morality.There is nothing new under the sun, and there is no such thing as relying on the strong to bully the weak.The police can't control it either.So he only saw Mu Yang occasionally, warned him not to act like a moth, then patted him on the shoulder, bought him a popsicle, and asked over and over again if he wanted to go to the police academy and be his apprentice in the future.

Mu Yang never knew why he always asked such questions, nor why Lao Chen was so nice to him.It was only later that he heard that Lao Chen had a daughter.The only daughter is very well-behaved and can read.When I was a graduate student, when I was about to graduate, I committed suicide.

Lao Chen had been to the scene, and he could tell at a glance that it was not a suicide.He has many old criminal/police friends.There were bright red marks on the girl's fair neck, and her fingernails were full of struggling flesh and blood.Her postgraduate tutor is a beast, who only picks on introverted children.She was strangled to death when she resisted.It is said that a roommate broke through and screamed at the time, but later insisted that her best friend committed suicide.

Because shutting up can get a series of promises and benefits from the school.

It's such a simple life.

Mu Yang knew that Lao Chen had more or less put his feelings on himself.The father treats the child, although he doesn't know what made Lao Chen treat him differently.He has nothing but his unyielding recklessness.

Mu Yang would call him uncle.

So at this time, Lao Chen took the cigarette from his hand and lit it for himself with a "snap".He took a deep breath, apparently he had just finished his night shift.

"What to do?" he asked.

"Come to see a friend." Mu Yang said.

Old Chen squinted his eyes and looked at him. Mu Yang didn't lie, and looked back without fear.

"What friend?"

"Just met."

Old Chen exhaled smoke rings: "It's messy inside. There are real bullets, so don't disturb the water."

Their lingo, "real bullets," is not to be messed with.

Mu Yang thought to himself: Zhou Mingshea, you have caused me a lot of trouble.

Mu Yang smiled and picked up a cigarette: "No, I promised my friend that we must meet tonight."

Old Chen could understand: "How did you know each other?"

Mu Yang tilted his head: "Um... fighting?"

Old Chen blocked the door: "You shouldn't provoke him. Fishing nets have been scattered all over the place, and they have been looking for him for several days."

Mu Yang said: "I know. I also helped him hide for several days."

Old Chen was taken aback.He didn't expect the kid to be so courageous.

So he was stunned for a moment, the young man deftly pushed his hand away, and swam into the darkness like a fish again.Mu Yang lowered his baseball cap and said with a smile: "It's okay, Lao Chen," he said, "I was really caught, he will protect me. He is a wolf, fierce, and protects food."

Just walk to the depths of the train station filled with the smell of instant noodles and smoke.