Olives

The meaning of "Mo Linfeng" is green, jade and ocher maple, but the old saying goes that red matches green, and the name itself is too noisy and serious.Mo Wenchang is arty, not attached to the point.

Changed his name to "Shao Jinquan", he is now Wen Qi's indispensable right arm, and more than ten years ago he was the first black thug in the Central South border.What kind of "hands" are they called, they are signed and tied to death, but in fact they are not.what is that?It is no different from ordinary people in the Ming Dynasty, who can work as an inventory clerk at the Chengguan Grain Station; in the dark, he wears a raw knife with a handle close to his body, and a Lei Mingdeng wrapped in a thatch is tucked under the bed.These are all cold bumps left by Mo Wenchang who was shot in [-].

Mo Linfeng was kidnapped and stolen when she was a child, and was abandoned at the Longmen Hydropower Station because of her crying and crying. She was wrapped in swaddling clothes and covered in feces and urine, drinking wind and dew. Mo Wenchang traveled hundreds of miles at night to find his only baby.It is said that when a woman dies of illness, the people who stay behind support each other and have a stronger relationship, but Mo Linfeng has hated his father for several years.Hate to say that if you didn't leave these bloody things to me, I would go through this difficult door?Mo Wenchang's tomb is located in the barren hills of Central South, in a lonely place where weeds are everywhere.During the Qingming Festival, Mo Linfeng burned sticks of soft China, drenched a bottle of Wuliangye, stared at the burning, until the stele was black.

In the most turbulent and exhausting year, the whole country was severely cracked down. Mo Wenchang often did not show up for three days, and it was midnight when he returned home, and the dogs were asleep.

Mo Linfeng studied hard until the stars were thin and the moon was bright. She lit the lamp and opened the door. She gritted her teeth several times and asked tremblingly: When will you quit?I want to go to college and I want you to be a good person.Mo Wenchang turned off the lights, fetched water, washed his hands, smoked a cigarette, tucked in his lumps, and groped in the dark for the pastry pads stored in the tin bucket.He chewed and sprayed the slag, his hands were shaking, and he grinned and said: My dear, you are just trying to earn money from cigarettes and alcohol, what kind of person is it?What kind of bird is a good man?When I get rich, I will send you to study in Laomei.When he said this, he stared lovingly at Mo Linfeng's jumping figure, his eyes shone brightly in the darkness.But he was careless, the flesh under his nails was not picked, and it smelled like blood.

He collapsed shortly after being shot, but the organization is still there.Clean up the inside line, arrange according to the needs, repair the gaps, and fall one on top of the other like an arhat.Therefore, Mo Linfeng couldn't easily withdraw from "running dog cooking".It's not like the red sticks and white paper fans who only fight and fight, and the whole human traffickers are engaged in ordnance. Mo Wenchang is the confidant of the gold master, and all the twists and turns are mortal.It's nothing to be killed, if you want to eat this hot rice, you will have a coffin and a prison, and you will earn a living every day.It is inevitable that people will be loose, and the legacy is the legacy.

Mo Linfeng finished the county third middle school within half a year.He was quiet, outstanding, and his grades were among the best.He refused to listen to the words of Mo Wenchang, a death row prisoner in the detention center, who was shackled and fettered: My good boy, hold the passbook in the drawer, eat and drink well, and hide as far away as you can.He handed a jar of cookies to the prison guard, and gave Mo Wenchang three muffled kowtows—what am I hiding?no.I am determined to go to university, and I have never done anything wrong.In other words, he turned out to be a fool who was ignorant of the world.

Those in the chaotic society are strong when they meet the strong, and they are tolerant and cruel to the innocent, like teasing a gnat.Crush a kick, let you heal for three days, give you a punch, and then let you take it easy.To put it simply, since you are not much of a threat, and I happen to be strong enough and free enough, I will intimidate you for fun.Mo Linfeng has never been full of emotions for the next year.

Those people's tricks are bad enough, and they posted "Mo Linfeng is the murderer Mo Wenchang" all over the school gate.The school affairs leader tore it up again and again, and it was pasted up again after a while. Everyone in the school heard that there was a disturbance, so they called him. He didn't let it go, and said kindly: I know you are afraid, and I think about your safety. , the school will let you go home to avoid it first, remember not to miss the class.Mo Linfeng had no excuse and was powerless to fight for it. He knew that this "rest" would not be short, but he never thought that he would never return.

In 02, Shao Jinquan won a small bet in the southeast, earning [-] yuan. The third county middle school followed the school celebration, and he donated all anonymously.For Mo Linfeng who no longer studies?He didn't think very clearly either.

During the days of squatting and hiding, try to make it as usual. Mo Linfeng studies hard as usual, gets up early, does small jobs, and if she has some spare money, she goes to the market to pick up silver carp, burns bean stalks, cooks soup, and mixes the roots with water to cook noodles .When Mo Wenchang was alive, he loved to eat the noodles cooked by Mo Linfeng, because he was very careful about oil and salt, and he ate a bowl at night in a daze, and he felt loved.Mo Wenchang never resorted to words, so he didn't feel any difference between noodles and cakes he swallowed.

Those people resorted to frequent tricks.Unpleasant: Cutting up the "Family Peace" pasted on the lintel of the bungalow, and replacing it with a white paper hanging with elegiac couplets for the dead; scattering newspaper pictures of Mo Wenchang when he was arrested, so that everyone knows that he is a murderer The son of the son; the clothes and trousers that were dried were thrown into the drain; the windows were smashed and red paint was sprayed, the blood of chickens was thrown, the heads of chickens were severed, and the animals were disembowelled.Once very late, when Mo Linfeng heard rustling outside the door, she vigilantly grabbed the iron hammer at her feet and looked around.Another "pacha" smashed a window, and "pudong" was thrown into a plump ball.The ball was wrapped in plastic cloth, round like a big mill, it looked very heavy, and when there was no more sound, Mo Linfeng took it apart and looked through it - a bull's head wrapped in a bunch of wrapped intestines.He vomited until it looked like his internal organs had been ripped out, and then he squatted down and cried out.Then there is the physical suffering: fists and kicks for no reason, sacks around the head, and sticks like raindrops.Mo Linfeng tried to resist. She had a shiny small Tibetan knife in her pocket, but she never took it. The reason was both kindness and cowardice.

Criminals are rampant, mines, docks, and gambling houses are rampant, and gray dividends are everywhere in border counties, which are the most nourishing local snakes entrenched in the painting circle.There is a saying that the north raises and kills the south hatches thieves, thieves are inferior, saying that the local snake worships the elder brother to raise the younger brother, and most of them don't look down on the character who even steals a woman's wedding ring and sells it off.The greater the power, the more obsessed with morality, and it is very interesting to split a person's simple justice.As Mo Wenchang said, when you turn your head and see everything is very wide, once you enter, the road is so narrow, Mo Linfeng rolled over with the remaining debt, always looking for a way out in the mud.He once hated Miao Heng for this reason.

Mo Linfeng always thinks that a kiln sister who pinches her feet and massages doesn't have to be called such a vulgar name, it's a waste, do you think it's Qinhuai Bayan?Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are not good at all.Miao Heng, Heng is the fairy grass, a panacea for healing.

When she appeared, it was late autumn in plain water, and the county town was colder than usual, with random wind blowing.She was wearing a water-red woolen overcoat, with her belly bulging forward, and she stood in front of the bungalow door and stared straight at people.Outdated, buried, old-fashioned, but not old.At that time, Mo Linfeng was vigilant and asked who are you?Miao Heng blew his nose loudly, his mouth was too cold to open and close, and there were saliva on his lips.She stumbled and asked, Fengfeng?Are you Lao Mo's Fengfeng?Dislike arises from this appellation.

Asked the reason, her answer was full of emotion, but after careful consideration, it was ridiculous: Lao Mo has taken care of me for several years without telling you, although it is illegal, but without him and me, I have already regarded him as my man. Child, I desperately want to be born and grow up.When she said this, she burst into tears, but Xuan Er burst into laughter again, like a psychopath.She said that you are alone without a father or a mother. Isn't there a woman who takes care of your food and clothing?

Miao Heng's thinking is simple, she is a girl with a stunned head, no matter how much she stares and sniffs, she can hardly detect the trickle of things that are unique to people. She belongs to the former and the latter respectively.However, these are embarrassingly not revealed in the differences in age and identity, but in the subtle distinctions between male and female.She disturbed his gray water, forced her foot in, as a woman, as a mother.Even when recalling those days now, Shao Jinquan still has unspeakable confusion in his heart as if he was young.

The one-story house is a welfare house for an instrument factory, with a main room and a small attached room, and the garbage dump at the back, and the water in front and back is crow blue.

Mo Linfeng was stubborn and locked Mo Wenchang's passbook and refused to touch it. As soon as she was an adult, she was poor and broke, and she lived by working as a small worker in a cement factory. The rest of the money came from Miao Heng, so she bought her food supplements as she should. There is often a can of milk powder and calcium tablets on the table.He himself was silent, his food and clothing were rough, and he was thin and withered.Miao Heng noticed it and thought it was impossible, the boy was growing up and his body was weak, so he secretly started her old profession.The time is special, she picks up the elderly customers, and tells her that she is pregnant in advance, so she has to be gentle.She seldom takes people to do that kind of thing in the bungalow, either back to the darkroom of the hair salon, or as an "errand".Due to the nature of her work, her clothes are fancy red and white, and Mo Linfeng can always smell the ripe body odor on her body. She is so vulgar, but tender as water.Mo Linfeng most often sees her drying or collecting clothes, surrounded by the afterglow of the setting sun; or doing light labor at home, she sits on a polished wooden stool, revealing a glazed thigh, with drooping fat and numbness. The silk is twisted between the palm and the legs, and gradually becomes a continuous twine.

Miao Heng lived in Wuwei with a former lover for three years, and he knew how to make northwestern pasta. It took a long time to knead noodles with fish and noodles.Mo Linfeng remembers that she has done it several times.In the two-square-meter kitchen where oil was dripping everywhere, she beat the slightly brown dough, her shoulder blades tensed, and the dough was stretched and then compacted, repeating it many times.When she moved, her chest bounced slightly.She herself has a body that is prone to sweating, and the weather is not very hot, and the silky hair is often ironed on the skin inch by inch.She slept on a slightly wider brown trampoline, and Mo Linfeng slept on the narrow camp bed in his father's coffin, with the two beddings separated by one meter.She suffered from calcium deficiency during pregnancy, and she had cramps in the middle of the night, and she never restrained herself from humming.Can't blame Mo Linfeng for imagining, he doesn't remember what her mother is like, she has never touched the soft texture of women, she is also a kiln sister, a faceless mistress of men, her words and deeds are first identified as coquettish and unclean, with hints related to reproduction, in fact There is no other way.Who suffers?No way.Fortunately, Mo Linfeng heard her crying one night, murmuring, and kept calling Mo Wenchang's name in a low voice.At that time, Mo Linfeng realized that if his father hadn't died, he would be able to call her stepmother in the future, but Mo Wenchang's death has no basis for this matter, and there is no other evidence, so the relationship is delicate.

For some unknown reason, the two talked with each other through their eyes, spoke very little, never mentioned these things, and never even quietly missed Mo Wenchang, who they loved together once.So when Miao Heng appeared, the uncomfortable foreign body sensation in her throat, her smell, and her falling hair all grew in Mo Linfeng's heart with her expanding uterus, so that it changed shape and became his cramped, Anxiety, distress.The miracle is that he is tolerant enough, and she doesn't notice it enough, and with the compassion and empathy of an elder, and the same estranged victim's position as him-settled into him and lived in peace.

The month after Miao Qian was born, Mo Linfeng was dragged to cover the crime of manslaughter for a second-in-command in a mine, and it took four years; Miao Heng spoke for the absurdity. She carried Miao Qian, who had chickenpox, to the emergency room at night, and fell into a manhole to die.Qian took it by herself. Looking through the dictionary, she held up the meaning of flying.

Shao Jinquan put the mushroom noodle fish in the pot into a bowl, and took it to the living room, "Don't look at it."

Miao Qian put down the camera, shrugged her nose, and said with a smile, "I'm going to miss this at school!"

"Don't burn it, it's all raw, I'm not responsible for the saltiness."

The detached house next to Jiao Liru is Shao Jinquan's real estate. It is bigger and more luxurious. He never lives there.No one believed this nonsense.He was wearing a blue shirt with his tie loosened and his sleeves pulled up, and he was finely peeling a mango with a knife.The skin is covered with juice and withers, and the sour sweet fragrance rises.There are calligraphy and paintings hanging in the living room, most of them are white stones, I don't know whether they are true or not.Shao Jinquan asked him: "You come to my place for summer vacation, didn't you tell your uncle in advance?"

Miao Qian complained, "It must not be, or else scold me again."

"He cares about you."

Miao Qian looked at him fixedly and said, "Brother, my relationship with him is not as deep as yours."

"I know, I raised you from primary school to junior high school graduation." Shao Jinquan smiled, "How many years has he been with you?"

"On the one hand." Miao Qian raised his eyebrows, "mainly, I hate the bureaucratic behavior of him and his wife! Just a small director in the street and a leader in a small company. It's as if they are representatives of the people's representatives."

"It's impolite, that's your little aunt." Shao Jinquan was overjoyed, "Does anyone wear a big watch?"

"No, I made a mistake, representative of the National People's Congress." Miao Qian bit the mushroom, "He gave me two pieces of soft China last year and asked me to bring them to my counselor, and let him recommend me to join the party. It will be easier to join the party in the future. I will go I really can't stand his way, he's an official fan."

"Then are you in or not?"

"I won't enter, vanity is dead."

"According to me, you should go back to Beijing and go to him next month."

"I do not."

"I don't listen to adults." Shao Jinquan cut out a plate of fruit pulp.Wiping his hands, he touched the top of his hair, "What's so good about it? It's a small county town, and it's finished in three or four days. It's gray and hot, and you'll be bored waiting, and you'll have nowhere to go when the time comes. .”

"Who said? Beijing is boring, okay? It's so big, people and cars." The head unconsciously leaned on his hand.

Sliding his hand to his shoulder, "What do you mean, do you like looking at mountains and rivers?"

"No, I... like this backward place."

Shao Jinquan stopped talking.

"elder brother."

"Ok?"

"To pick up my younger brother named Liu today, who are you?"

"The little subordinate of the tea house."

"He looks very handsome, like a TV show."

"That's better than you."

"Tch." Miao Qian shrugged his nose and curled his lips, then asked with a smile, "Then how old is he and doesn't go to school? He's still a smoker."

"After compulsory education, he will enter a martial arts school. He and you are not on the same path in life."

"I'm going! So cool?!"

"It's very hard."

"Is it similar to the Tagou Martial Arts School that played the Chinese zodiac in the Spring Festival Gala last year?"

"No one is as big as others, a small martial arts school in the county."

"Come out and become a star? Let him teach me some tricks tomorrow."

Shao Jinquan laughed, "Why are you asking this?"

"Not only that, mainly, I also want to help him take a few photos. Go back to school for the exhibition!"

"Ok?"

"I think he has an energy that others don't have in the camera. I have already thought of the name, the angry-eyed boy, a book title, how about it, it's very suitable, right?"

"Energy?"

"Savage, stubborn... I can't say it."

"Then I'll have to ask his opinion."

Miao Qian laughed, "Isn't he your subordinate? Doesn't he listen to you?"

"He has the right to say no. Don't you hate bureaucrats?"

These words suddenly had the meaning of ridicule, like blame.Miao Qian's Adam's apple rolled, and the tips of her ears turned red, "Yes."

Shao Jinquan's heart softened, and he quickly said: "Here's the money, go back to Beijing and buy a new camera. If you like to take pictures, you need to keep up with the equipment."

"Then, is that Fuji film okay?"

"up to you."

"Yeah! Thank you brother!"

"Thank you for your good study."

"That is required!"

"Have you decided which country to go to after graduation?"

"I want to say... I want to go to Iraq as a war correspondent, are you scolding me?"

"I'll call now and ask your old strong brother to come and break your leg."

"Hey, goodbye, I'm busy with my honeymoon." Miao Qian grinned.

"Don't mess around, ask you seriously."

"No trouble! It's really my ideal! This matter is much more meaningful than living, brother."

"Living is meaningful."

"Hey, you don't understand, you are old."

"I don't understand." Shao Jinquan squeezed the lighter, he didn't smoke in front of Miao Qian, for fear of fuming him, "How about Switzerland?"

"Come on, it's freezing." Miao Qian was silent for a few seconds, then stared at him again: "Then are you with me? If you go, I'll go."

Shao Jinquan shook his head, "I may not go abroad when I retire." The word "life" is missing.

"Then I'm not going either."

Shao Jinquan pinched his face, "What? You still want to rely on me for the rest of your life? Are you going to take care of me?"

"I support you. Are you bothering me?"

"Let's fall in love as soon as possible, at such a good age for college. Go see the beautiful world more often."

"You, a bachelor in your 40s, still have the nerve to talk about me."

Pinch his face hard, "I'll give you what I can, and I'm taking my time."

"It hurts! Brother!" His teeth clenched.

Shao Jinquan patted and rubbed him again.

"elder brother."

"Ok?"

"You don't always look for..." Miao Qian licked her lips, "Is there someone in your heart all the time? Is it Sister Liru?"

"you guess."

Once that year, Mo Linfeng came back from working as a small worker, and ran into Miao Heng leading someone to do that job.

She never engages in skin and meat business at home, and she didn't know why she was negligent this time.He tried to break the door at first, then braked quickly, calmly, thinking why?Why?Why bother?That's what she does.There was a tune-changed hum in the room, which meant a subtle pain.Mo Linfeng backed away in horror, her heart beating like a drum.He suddenly sideways thought: Today, she is wearing sapphire blue plastic fish-toe shoes and a water-green woven silk sweater, right?The underwear straps strangled the white flesh on her back, marking her whereabouts.

Mo Linfeng hid pornographic discs under the bed, and his father's second-hand DVDs can be used in two slaps, so he took advantage of the opportunity to watch them.In the dish is a pair of Southeast Asian men and women, standing and squatting on the monkey table, with endless tricks.Who doesn't have a chicken/cock?He knew exactly where to send it, as if the nib of a pen was hidden in the cap, and the hum was like a "click" when the pen was closed.He suddenly felt that this was a flirtatious and vulgar woman, smelling as strong as corruption.He also knew that it was very comfortable, but he never squeezed it in, so he slightly envied the person who was fighting in the room.Mo Linfeng was able to hear the words, and she was trembling, leaning against the door to eavesdrop.The man said that your cunt is very loose, why don't you shout it louder, I have never been pregnant, you won't shed it, let me cum inside, you tighten it up.Mo Linfeng was short of breath and waited for the moment of silence to pass, a sense of relief and trance filled with stale urine in her crotch.The man said, it's so cool, turn over quickly, let's do it again.Miao Heng panted, "Farewell, let's go quickly, Mr. Xu, he will be back soon."Who are you?the man asked.Miao Heng said, count him as his mother.

Wandering too far away, wandering around until midnight, when the water on his pants dried up, Mo Linfeng went home.When Mu Heng died, he rolled to the army bed and buried him.

"Tired?"

"Hmm." Mo Linfeng frowned.

"I want to ask you something."

"Ah."

"Do you still want to go to school? I have a solution. Lao Mo always said that you are a material for studying, and it would be a pity if you stopped."

He turned his head to see her gorgeous young, self-satisfied face.He suddenly remembered that his surname was Xu.

At no other moment since then has his hatred for her and his humiliating obsession exploded to such an extent.He jumped up and pinched the hot neck of a woman who was six months pregnant, "Who do you think you are?!"

This matter has been hidden in my heart for decades, and I seldom think about it, because I regret it, feel ashamed, and die of absurdity.

The first time Shao Jinquan met Miao Qian was in a public orphanage in Zhongnan. He forced people to jump off a building to solve troubles, and Wen Qi first appreciated him.It was sunny that day, the rain passed, and the sun was ashamed, so bright that it was almost white.The life teacher led him out of the class, and Shao Jinquan looked down at him with his head down.The eyebrows and eyes are Mo Wenchang, and the nose and mouth are Miao Heng.Shao Jinquan had to say that he was a little sad. The man and woman he had been fond of were so skillfully and naturally blended on one person's face. The matter became so complicated, but also so simple.He guessed at that moment - how much I can protect him in the future, I may not be able to love him clearly, I am such an indecisive person.

"Hello, Miao Qian."

I don't know if I have a fierce look?