Olives

Miao Qian had no biological father and mother to raise him, but he didn't feel that much pain. First, he was rich in material conditions, which to a certain extent drained his heart of surprise and comparison. Second, he inherited Miao Heng's ignorance of the world and never forced himself to pay attention. The gap, that melancholy is always unreal, distant, and shallow.

He remembered that in 98, he transferred to the second junior high school.The junior high school is in a small border county in the north. There are quite a lot of mines in the county, and many people in the county sell cast iron pots. They have a good reputation and can even be sold overseas.

The junior high school ranks second in the county, and the back building is next to a green corn field.When Miao Qian first arrived in the class, she was different from others in terms of way of thinking and accent.He can't adapt, shrinks into a small circle, is withdrawn and uncommunicative.Mo Linfeng has no requirements for him "I hope you are" or "I hope you become", only two things: grow up healthy and stay away from danger.He said apologetically, this is just a transit, one semester, leave when the dust settles, I will give you the best. "Go" means sending him away, sending him to Beijing, and hiding away by himself, this is a later story.

Miao Qian remembered that his deskmate was surnamed Wu, with a slender neck and a crane-like face. His father was a rightist who was rehabilitated in [-]. He was a civil servant in the Cultural Palace. He takes it very seriously and is said to be an old pervert too.The boy surnamed Wu seems to have been ravaged, twisted into an unsound mind, and even projected on his facial features: thin and protruding lips, narrow nose, narrowed eyes, gleaming, there is a kind of insidious spying on others, it seems that he has ulterior motives.Miao Qian was speechless when he first saw him because of how hard he worked. It was basically a battle, not a study.Mo Linfeng paid more "extra" money, and the head teacher cared for him, trying to let the boy surnamed Wu tutor him in his grades.On the surface, your grades taught him not to delay you; in private, do you know what kind of beast his brother is doing?Don't be unconvinced, just do as I tell you.

Miao Qian didn't know anything about it, only felt that his deskmate was extremely cold and often scanned herself with hatred.

If you get the question right, he nods his head without saying a word; if you don’t understand, if you ask him a question, he will first give a sneering smile, then take the question book, explain it quickly in a very flat tone, and finally raise his chin and ask ,Understand?His majesty is really convincing, no matter whether he understands it or not, Miao Qian nods.

But Miao Qian soon discovered one of his faults.The English teacher in the class is a BFSU undergraduate, but due to some force majeure, he returned to this birdcage to teach.She retreated from the leader of the modernization team to the bottom, and the gap is nothing short of abyss, so she is arrogant, like any person in this county, she is so vulgar that she deserves to be despised again and again.She wears one-step skirts of various colors, her hips are pear-shaped, and her stockings are smoky gray on the outer edge of the aesthetic.She glanced at the students asking questions, and held a piece of chalk under her fingertips, shaped like a cigarette. Whoever got the answer correctly responded with a slight smile and a series of sexy English, good! Sitdown please.

At this time, his deskmate would stare at her with those eyes as thin as a mat, and there was always that smile on his mouth, as if he was admiring a slut.Soon he raised his shoulders, trembled all over, then relaxed, his eyes stretched out.Over time, Miao Qian couldn't help asking him with concern: Are you healthy?He raised his eyebrows, his eyes retreated in panic, gathering suspicion, and finally formed into pity.He grabbed Miaoqian's hand, smiling vaguely, his palm was hot and sticky.

Wu took Miao Qian to remove the back window of her office.The English teacher fetched a basin of water, pulled up the skirt in the room, and took off the stockings.He said: "She messed around with the professor in the university, and she came back to the county when she couldn't get along. Everyone knows that she is cheap."

Miao Qian was resting on four bricks, his calves were trembling, and he said, "...huh?"

Wu said: "She has a venereal disease, and the itching there is unbearable, and he has to wash his butt in the office every day."

Miao Qian frowned, he was ashamed and uncomfortable, as if he was getting dirty.He said, "Let's go."

Wu stubbornly said: "Look at her butt, is it big? Is it white?" He closed his eyes, put his hand between his legs, and fought alone, "Oh...stinky bitch."

Miao Qian's face boiled all of a sudden, and she pulled him and said, "Let's go."

"If you talk nonsense again, I will kill you."

Miao Qian gulped and froze.

Wu sneered: "She's going to stuff potions into her pussy later, look at her color."

Miao Qian looked obediently.It is abalone-shaped, covered with a layer of brown-yellow color, with oily black hair, standing on a piece of bumpy chicken skin.Miao Qian's second child swelled up instinctively, but her eye sockets were moist, and she suddenly wanted to vomit.Wu's left hand slammed onto his tender dick, spitting out: "I hate people like you the most." He kneaded and stroked.Miao Qian felt more excited, more afraid, and more pleasure.His heart beat like a drum, and he was about to cry.

Miao Qian pushed him away and jumped off the brick, shouting: "Hello!"

There was a scream in the room, and Bangdang threw the bottle of Fu Yanjie.Wu ran away.

The last class was difficult, Miao Qian stared at the blackboard, not daring to cast a glance at the people around him, his legs kept shaking, he broke his "good" things all the time, afraid that he would really kill himself.Miao Qian thought that he must be a pervert, and if he really wanted to kill himself, the method must be unconventional, and he had good grades in physics and chemistry.There was a sudden sharp pain on the back of the hand, Miao Qian let out a cry of pain and was locked in the throat.The head teacher stopped writing on the blackboard and asked, who spoke?No response.Miao Qian looked down at his wrist in surprise, there was a gap, blood slowly emerged from the surface of the skin, he opened the gate suddenly, and couldn't cover it in a blink of an eye.He turned his head, and in Wu's hand was a small pencil sharpener, the cast iron color was cold, with a faint light shining.

Within a day, there was a lot of turmoil in the school, and there were rumors that he was a voyeur.The mighty endure, the mighty endure.Mo Linfeng might not have known, but there was sawdust and graphite on the knife, and his mouth was inflamed, soaked in yellow water, and he couldn't hold the chopsticks stably.When Miao Qian saw his brother for the first time, his gaze was colder than that of pig iron.

I took a two-day leave, rested at home and fell asleep, and woke up dreaming.I had to go on the third day. I was a little hesitant, a little scared, and a little dawdling.Mo Linfeng said, I will pick you up at night.I entered the school anxiously, and it was really calm and calm.The English teacher is on vacation, and Wu is not there.The class teacher informed: He asked for leave, don't worry.Miao Qian was not worried.

That evening, Huoshaoyun was beautiful and arrogant, and it was so red everywhere.

Mo Linfeng wore a black thin woolen jacket and drove a domestically produced Passat, which was quite impressive in those days.Miao Qian saw him as if he had been acquitted, walked out of the court, and put on the sun again.He was not bullied, nor was he subjected to excessive gossip, but for this incident, he slapped his face like an insult, erotic, crisp, absurd, Miao Qian was ashamed and confused, so he shed tears cowardly.He didn't know what he was doing, how he was so busy, he didn't know how important he was, and how important he was to him.I don't know people and things, generally turbid or transparent, the other is cruel or tolerant, for the first time he is sad because of ignorance.A fashionable and avant-garde English song was played in the car.Mo Linfeng detoured a long way, why did she shed tears?Miao Qian wiped away tears vigorously.Mo Linfeng handed him a handkerchief, which was fragrant, but Miao Qian didn't pick it up.

"What's your bottom line?"

what?

"Think about your bottom line. Don't be crushed in terms of personality." Mo Linfeng walked around a newly built road, with the school building on the left and the cornfield on the right. "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Miao Qian vaguely heard a boy begging for mercy and crying in the cornfield.

Mo Linfeng is just calm, Miao Qian thinks he is wise and wise; Mo Linfeng just favors his younger brother, Miao Qian thinks he is compassionate and great.Miao Qian knew pure love and admiration at that time, and it felt like Zhan Xing.

——Shao ​​Jinquan didn't say anything to Miao Qian in the last three days, the reason is simple: Tu Wen took him to the gravel to have dinner and sing K, this kid was quite courageous, he drank a little too much beer, and was sent home in a daze.Shao Jinquan had never served anyone except him. He took off his shoes and belt, fetched water and washed his feet.While drunk, Miao Qian jumped up and hugged him, humming and chirping, not knowing what to say.Not knowing whether it was a coincidence or a long-planned plan, he raised his head and kissed Shao Jinquan on the mouth.What about incest?Shao Jinquan was startled, lost, and furious.He accidentally waved his belt, and then felt ashamed and apologized immediately, but it was difficult to face him right away.The frightening thing is that he can't take this behavior as a trick of a little furry boy.

So much so that when Miao Qian returned to school and left Sushui at the beginning of the month, he didn't personally see him off.

Miao Qian waited in Jinding, and a group of people took turns chatting with him. Lao Tang's table of good food was cold and then hot.When it was nearly evening, Liu Yadong rode a motorcycle and said to him, "Brother Quan said he would let me see you off, but he can't go away."

As expected, Miao Qian remained silent for a moment.He went to get the trolley case later, and said with a smile, "Then I'll take brother Xiaolan with me."

Liu Yadong patted the motorbike's butt, "I can bring you one, and three are stacks of hamburgers."

"Call a taxi." He said happily, "I won't let him be jealous of me."

Liu Yadong raised his index finger to his lips, signaling him not to be silly like that ancestor.

Counties are sparrow-like, but big enough for stagnant people.Shao Jinquan waved his belt on Miao Qian's forehead, and there was still a reddish mark above his left eyebrow, which he rubbed with his fingertips all the way.It was an obvious whipping injury, and martial arts students could tell it at a glance. Who would dare to provoke the "little son"?It can only be Shao Jinquan.It's a pity that Lanzhou and Liu Yadong are people who never worry about other people's affairs except each other and their companions, so they don't ask anything along the way.

Miao Qian looked out the car window and said, "I'm crazy." It was as light as a raving.This day is also a cloud of fire.

Sushui Station looked at it and felt that something was different. It was bright, and it took a long time to realize, oh, the wall is white.In fact, the surface of the donkey dung is smooth, but the inside is smoky and dirty, and there is no rectification.Lanzhou Liu Yadong bought a platform ticket, helped carry the suitcase into the hall, and waited for the train to depart.Look at the watch, look at the ticket, 10 minutes.Miao Qian hurriedly took out her bag, "I have something for you two."

It was not easy to find a shop in the county that could print digitally. Miao Qian quickly went all the way to Batang in the west of the county.

The Moon Video Store probably boasted that its technology is outstanding, but its service attitude is not good. The boss was holding a bowl of hot and spicy soup and said, "You can come to pick it up tomorrow morning."Miao Qian paid the money the next day, the boss raised and lowered his eyebrows, smiled playfully and handed him the paper bag, then retracted it, and asked, what the hell are those things you took pictures of?This is against professional ethics.Miao Qian said in a cold voice that it has nothing to do with you, right?Only children will be the first to speak out for their own justice.The boss dismissed it, threw the paper bag on the glass cabinet, and stopped talking.It wasn't until Miao Qian left the door that he let out a sneer and bared his nostrils, and said slowly, awesome, what?Fuck the glass in the ass, you little pervert.

The photos and a few books were handed over to Lan Zhou, "Keep the books for reading, a few novels, and a collection of poems written by our school teachers." Then he took out a box, "There are also pens, bought in Beijing, Just take off the cover."

"I don't need it." Lan Zhou didn't answer, "You keep the pen for yourself."

"I can't even use it." Miao Qian said, "I use a computer in school, and my handwriting is ugly, so I can't match it."

Lan Zhou nodded and accepted, "Thank you then."

"You're welcome."

Liu Yadong listened beside him, feeling a little sad for no reason.

"I said I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years, isn't it weird?" Miao Qian laughed and glanced at his watch again.

"Strange." Liu Yadong nodded and looked at him, "It's very strange, it's so strange."

"Then I wish you freedom forever, freedom." The words came out of his mouth without a pause.

The green leather train came limping, on both sides of the roadbed, people receded, trees receded, metal sounds swirled and oscillated, and the light blue plastic shed with reinforced bones on the top, the sound was caught by the net.The crowd flocked in, noisy, impatient and lacking in quality, crowded indiscriminately, and cursed dirty.Lan Zhou waited outside the carriage, watching Liu Yadong, accompanied by passengers and Miao Qian, enter the narrow door.The door swallows people like a small mouth, and carries them away like a river.

In the twilight of September and October, Lan Zhou was a little sad, and suddenly had the illusion that he couldn't catch him, but Liu Yadong quickly jumped out, tapped his brow with his middle finger, said let's go, stretched out his hand to hold him in his arms "I'll take it for you." Lan Zhou's little fear disappeared without a trace in an instant, and he loved him even more.

One of the thin ones, with its pages slipping off the ground, is written in poetry, and poetry is something that even if you read it carefully, you may not know what you are writing.Lan Zhou wanted to bend down to pick it up, but Liu Yadong grabbed it first.Lan Zhou was startled, seeing his staring chin trembling slightly, staring at that page, and asked, "Why—"

"He Qifang." Liu Yadong pointed to a place, "He Qifang."

He Qifang?

"My mother. My, my mother's name is He Qifang."

Lan Zhou couldn't describe Liu Yadong's expression: he was full of colors, he couldn't laugh or cry, his eyebrows were tangled, and his mouth was turned up.

After realizing it, he pushed his chest hard and shouted, "Quickly ask!"

The flight attendant evened out the lipstick and was exhausted.The car came to Beijing, and it ran for three days, passing through the north and the south. The last thing you want to see is the passengers coming from the small county.There are many pickpockets, many fare evaders, many tasteful ones, and many vulgar and unreasonable ones.She was distracted thinking about how to mediate the marriage with the director's son-in-law's boyfriend who gets together less and leaves more, but just as she was about to close it, a hard shadow bumped into it, and with a bang, it almost flew out.Seeing clearly that it was a boy, he burned it on the Tianling cover.She stretched her arms to stop her, and said loudly that she was about to start the car, what else could she do!Do you have a ticket? !Aren't you the one who just moved the luggage? !go down!What about the ground staff? !The emotional strength she has accumulated is used for a while.

Liu Yadong still wanted to come in, clasped his hands together, his face was uncompromising, but his tone was already begging, he said in just one minute, I'll come out right away, okay sister.The flight attendant raised his eyebrows and shouted, what 1 minute 1 minute! In 1 minute, the car has arrived at Loujiakou!let me down!I've seen too many fare-evading little blind people like you!

The car hummed, and it really started very slowly.The flight attendant grabbed him by the collar and pushed him down, ducked his head out and shouted, ground crew!Come on!Catch this fare evader!

The ground staff may not be formally assigned, they don't have uniforms, they wear crumpled undershirts and leather shoes, and rush over with a white face.Liu Yadong got out of the car with his neck locked.No matter how much you have practiced, it is useless to struggle when you are pressed down by a meat pier.What's more, once the "fare evasion" is stamped, it is equivalent to the arrest of the suspect.The ground staff is also depressed, the wife is also divorced, the children are tired of studying, and the salary is also miserable. Who doesn't wear bruises and burn a fire for life?The ground crew's face was dark, and he was riding Liu Yadong, spitting on the heels of his legs, swung the intercom downwards, and cursed, "You little brat, you don't learn well!"Learn fare evasion!Liu Yadong hugged his face, the intercom slammed on his wrist, his old wound elicited a muffled scream.

There is no shortage of spectators anywhere, they are crowded in the fence and squeeze their heads to look around.The story is added to the story, and the atmosphere is relaxed and happy, and the rumors of fare evasion can be quickly arrested as wanted criminals.

Lan Zhou threw the things in his hand, ran to lift his foot, and kicked into the back of the ground crew without thinking.Seeing this man curled up and rolling forward like a pangolin, his facial features were wrinkled, he hugged his waist and howled.He yanked at Liu Yadong and said, "Hurry up! There's still time!"

chasing cock.The doors are closed, the speed is getting faster, rumbling forward, very ruthless.The Lanzhou people are not stupid, it’s not that they don’t know, but they still grabbed Liu Yadong’s collar, gritted his teeth in a rare way, and said, “Hurry up! You’re leaving, you fucking!”

Liu Yadong couldn't help but sighed and said, let's go, let's go, let's go.

He got up from the ground, approached the train not too far away, and staggered forward along the platform.Passengers in hard seats pushed up the glass windows and poked their heads out to look at him in surprise.A good man said, don't chase me, young man!Danger!Be careful getting involved!

"Liu Yadong! You fucking run fast for me—oh!"

The ground crew increased to three people, and they rushed forward to overwhelm Lan Zhou. One stepped on his back, one cut his arms backwards, and the other grabbed his hair and pulled it back.Capture it, and the photo can be on the front page of the railway newspaper.

It doesn't matter whether it hurts or not, even my thinking stagnates, and my dignity shrinks.Lan Zhou was reluctant to leave Liu Yadong, but he also thought that he could just follow the train to the north.There are calm waves and calm winds, a wonderland on earth?Not necessarily.That is nothing more than a HTC point.But as long as that's what he craves.

Liu Yadong stopped at the last pillar, supported his knees, and raised his head to send the train to the burning sky.He slacked his shoulders, cursed, turned his head and walked back.

He watched Lan Zhou glaring at him.

"I'm not fare evasion, I'm delivering something to Brother Shapi." He rubbed a bruise on his face and stretched his hand forward, "If you don't believe me, handcuff me to the police station. Also, pull his hair and I'll fuck your ancestors!" Eight generations!"

As soon as the name of the local snake is used, one must take out the ID card and take a look, and say let's go, goodbye next time, how dangerous it is!

It was getting dark on the way back, and when we were walking, there was a drizzle of muggy rain.

Lan Zhou walked fast ahead without looking back.Liu Yadong took advantage of the occasional opportunity to scribble through the entire collection of poems, and found that "He Qifang" was only a few or two poems, which were about love and love, with uncommon words, long-winded, and incomprehensible.As for the person, there is no appearance, age or place of origin, just a job title: Instructor of the Luzhu Poetry Club of the Faculty of Arts.Don't care how much you look down on poetry, it's a university establishment and an intellectual with a decent status.This is a deviation from the "mother" image that Liu Yadong has always obtained from Dayu's mouth, and the deviation has turned into alienation and suspicion.Who is this?Same name?Not at all, what the hell are you dreaming about.The desire for proof is also blown out, and it is better to be unclear than disappointed.

"Boat." Liu Yadong called to him.

Walking a shortcut, the left hand is the brightly lit facade house, the cramped and desolate county town; the right hand is the field, one acre after another, the rice is broken and heading, so heavy that it is palpitating, and the surrounding fields are quiet and clean.Lan Zhou ignored him.

Liu Yadong laughed, he died unjustly, and he didn't know what was wrong with him.

"Boat." He shouted again.

Lan Zhou waved his hand back, saying, shut up and move away.

"Baby." He kept shouting, not only shouting, but also shouting.

Lan Zhou stopped and turned to stare at him, then opened his mouth: "Fuck you." With a loud voice.

Liu Yadong sneered and laughed, overjoyed.Then he squatted down, hugged his stomach and moaned, "My hands hurt and I'm hungry, come and help me, Chuaner, Chuaner, Chuaner, Chuaner."

"Hands hurt?" Turning around and kicking.

Liu Yadong raised his wrist, "It seems to be swollen by that fat man."

Most of the shops along the street are for hardware and guest houses. The street is not long, and there is only one tobacco miscellaneous shop with cones.

The owner of the shop was an old man, wearing a tattered hurdle vest with his purple breasts sticking out.Cigarettes and iced drinks, newspapers and magazines are sold in the cigarette shop, and there is a small stove burning coal pellets to cook yellow corn on the cob.Liu Yadong asked for a bag of peonies and two corns, and Lanzhou asked for a frozen pineapple.A half-meter-wide iron eaves protruded from the shop, on which a faded sticker saying "Majestic Mountains and Rivers" was pasted.The two borrowed a place to shelter from the rain, and the old man read the newspaper in the house. He was very righteous and gave him a short wicker chair. Once he sat down, he was half a meter tall, up and down, left and right, and no one could look at him if he didn't pay attention.Lan Zhou squatted, pinched Liu Yadong's wrist left and right, sighed that it was not very swollen, and put the popsicle on it.The shop was lit with yellow lights, and there were dense buzzing of insects in the rice fields on the other side, and the wings of mosquitoes were wet, and they flew low around in the rain.

Liu Yadong lowered his head and tugged at him, then threw him into his arms and sat on his lap.

"Darling, baby, my baby." Liu Yadong called to him, rubbing his lips against him.

Lan Zhou stopped being stubborn, and bowed his head to connect with him lingeringly.The saliva was waterlogged along with the humidity, trickling down, across the chin's Adam's apple, and sloppily sinking into the collar.The old man's bronchial tubes are weak, and he coughs three times in one minute, continuously, as if his lungs are about to vomit out of his mouth.The metal sheets on the top of the two people's heads trembled slightly, and the other trembled as well, and they were released from the underpants, and their heads touched each other, studying and trying to figure out each other.Lan Zhou's T-shirt was so old it could fit two of them, Liu Yadong lifted the hem of his clothes and got into the tent to make trouble.Lanzhou's collarbone, chest, ribs and navel were bitten by him everywhere, his heart was throbbing, and he was bitten by the tip of the left mound again.His mouth was hot, sucking him from tailbone to scalp.

Lan Zhou screamed smaller than a gnat, and said: "Suck it, hurry up." After saying that, pleasure and shame swept like waves.

He hugged Liu Yadong in his clothes, and his posture was like a breastfeeding baby, with an erotic and compassionate abnormality.

After the work is over, each is at a loss.Liu Yadong squatted and smoked, taking half a mouthful; Lan Zhou sat on a wicker chair and gnawed corn.

Lan Zhou said: "You go to Brother Quan, he should help you ask."

"I don't want to worry about him."

"Don't you want to be sure?"

"If it wasn't for me, I'd be so sad." Liu Yadong took a puff on his cigarette, "She wouldn't recognize me, if she had a good life, she would be quite comfortable. She might not remember me at all."

"That's not necessarily the case, what if?"

"What if." Liu Yadong hung his head between his legs, laughed and coughed, choking on the smoke mixed into his lungs.After a while, he said: "She won't love me more than you in ten thousand." The words were like lyrics.

He added: "I don't love her too much, I only love you very much."

Lan Zhou turned his head and gnawed two more mouthfuls of corn, and said in a trembling voice, "That's different."

"More or less, I think."

"I'm quite happy."

"Ok?"

"I don't know, but I'm very happy."

The rain stopped after a while, and the road was full of puddles. The two of them stepped on the water all the way, and the cardboard-soled martial arts shoes were soaked.

It was also that night that old Feng in the carport died of a heart attack, it is said.