Olives

"From October 10th to October 12th, the manned spaceflight of Shenzhou-10 was a complete success. It took my country only two years to realize the spaceflight from "one person, one day" spaceflight of Shenzhou-17 to "many people, multi-day" spaceflight of Shenzhou-[-]. This major leap marks another milestone victory in my country's development of manned spaceflight technology."

It will be around the beginning of winter, and Haqi has become white. This is an outdated report from a month ago.The front-page news is generous, with huge and bold headlines, so proud that Liu Yadong's cognition is split. He instinctively thinks that maybe Sushui is Sushui, and "China" is "China".

Lan Zhou also slept lightly and woke up early.He drilled a freshly shaved head out of the balcony, inhaled his second-hand smoke, and asked if you were cold?Liu Yadong glanced at Hu Ziqiang's big feet in the tube, and said, "It won't be cold to let me hold you."Lan Zhou ignored him and threw him a thick jacket.Liu Yadong put it on, rubbed his hands and looked forward.

There is a plaster water tower in front of the building, and he has the right to watch the mountains from the cold.

Speaking of local snakes, Zhou Yongde is also an extremely capable person, not worse than Shao Jinquan.The latter is a little bit empathetic, and has some things to do endlessly, while Zhou Yongde is a kite string, with a long and tough shape, and when the wind blows, it is extremely fierce. In the county seat, Red Coral has been managed so well.It's a bit too shameless to say that the heroes are competing for the throne, and I apologize to the sages, they really look like a group of local snakes like Sushui.On the premise of protecting oneself, it can be closed if it cannot be broken. This kind of trick has existed since ancient times.When Xiao Jinsha was in chaos, Fu Wenqiang threw an olive branch, meaning that the balance would be broken, why not take the opportunity to push Jinding to another round?It is better to split the pie into four quarters.

Zhou Yongde didn't give a clear answer, he only said that the limelight has slackened and that he can meet and chat in detail.

Why didn't Fu Wenqiang turn against Shao Jinquan?Once the account is cleared, the old enmity is gone.Can obliterate can obliterate it?All the people in the world who have hatred are giving hints, hinting to themselves that they can let go, it is best to let go, and those who are stubborn and boring, say it many times.Fu Wenqiang clearly knew that Shao Jinquan looked down on him, but in fact Zhou Yongde looked down on him even more.That person knew at a glance, he didn't have any deeper details, and he got drunk by taking the initiative to seek personal gain, and sooner or later something would happen.He secretly took his lover to the north for vacation, and left the backbone to go out to collect rumors.Soon, as expected, there was news that Jin Ding, whose arm had been severed, was the most loyal and brave old strong by his side.

Zhou Yongde pondered, the surname Shao might have a hard life, to restrain his confidants.He then set off to return to Sushui.

About a week ago, when the Jinding took inventory, Old Tang led Liu Yadong to meet Shao Jinquan.

There are similarities in light and atmosphere in the morning and evening, which may even make people confused.Shao Jinquan was still reading a book that time, wearing a black woolen jacket, his temples seemed to have more silver and white, but there seemed to be none.The air conditioner in his office is imported from Panasonic, and it is silent and not dry.In the next ten years or so, Liu Yadong spent a large part of his life wandering around, and his chances of seeing people and seeing things were greatly increased. He had also seen many people involved in gangsters who were similar to Shao Jinquan's identity, and he was even coerced again because of the necessity of survival. Into these ashes and uncleanness, but from the beginning to the end, I never saw such a person again.Liu Yadong didn't have that accumulation yet, he opened his mouth silently, he didn't know how to describe it, he didn't understand until he was confused: some people act so unexpectedly, he didn't mean it, and he wasn't hypocritical.

Shao Jinquan looked up from the book, his tone and demeanor still looked like a father, "Here you come? Sit down, I have something to talk about."

Things will not be easy and simple, Liu Yadong has such a presupposition in his heart, and at the same time, he also knows that Shao Jinquan is good at packaging handles as "love", for the humble to make seemingly democratic but useless choices.So Liu Yadong's eyes could not help but be vigilant and vigilant.In the past, there were elements of showing off and self-preservation in his indifference, and the context was relatively simple, so he would not have the look in his eyes like now.

It turns out he wasn't overly defensive either.

The wind blew for a while and his mouth became numb from the cold. Liu Yadong stood up and stomped his feet, stretching his head downstairs, "Chuan'er."

The vegetarian cereal that Lan Zhou bought at Xiaoshang Supermarket filled the room with the aroma of milk essence when the boiled water was poured into a bag.He kicked the door into the balcony, put the hot cup on the eaves, quickly pinched the earlobe and rubbed it, "Huh? Don't fall downstairs and hit someone."

Liu Yadong stuck his mouth into the mouth of the cup and said in a low voice, "Someone is dead downstairs."

A household on the south side of the first floor really had wreaths, not many but four, and the elegiac couplets were rustling like rags.

Lan Zhou stared at it for a few seconds, "Who is it?"

"I don't know." Liu Yadong took a risk to sip his milk, his eyeballs almost burned off, "Hiss—Ask Brother Aisen, he might know him. It seems... a small business owner. I Fuck your tongue is burning."

"Are you four years old?" He scolded him for being stupid, he was so grown up that he could still burn his mouth.

Liu Yadong stuffed his ice hand into his neck, and raised his chin with his right jaw, "If you have the guts, just say one more thing?"

Lan Zhou glared at him, and paused like a demonstration: "Are you, are you, four years old? Are you kind or not?"

"Hiss! Go up to Jiewa." Liu Yadong pretended to be angry, put his hand directly into his clothes and scratched his itchy flesh, and said with a smile, "How old am I? Huh? How old am I?"

"Wrong, wrong, surrender, surrender." Lan Zhou grinned and retreated, "One hundred years old, you are one hundred years old!"

Liu Yadong stuck out his tongue at him, "A little sincerity. Come on, show me."

"Over there." Lan Zhou pushed him.There are groceries piled up on the other side of the balcony, and half of the windows are covered, which is a blind spot.

Liu Yadong leaned against the groceries, hugged him and dawdled, "Back to the end, and then back downstairs."

"Where are you blowing?" Lan Zhou held his face in his hands.

"Tongue."

Lan Zhou repented halfway, and said with a smile: "You can just stretch it like this, and let it dry in the wind."

Liu Yadong withdrew his tongue, "Are you being unreasonable? You're making a fool of yourself."

Lan Zhou smiled at him and stared at him, feeling that he couldn't get enough of him.

Then kiss.Lan Zhou felt that he was kissing harder than before, and that he was so disorderly and chaotic.While being touched and rubbed, I listened to him muttering the few words he said most often, like you, love you, forever and so on.

He listened too much and he believed it. Gradually, he no longer had pimples all over his back, no longer felt dizzy due to his beating heart, no longer wished he could become one with him immediately, and no longer wanted to cry at every turn.Liu Yadong's breath was suddenly fierce and tenacious like a source of fire, and there would be slight pain when approached.When the cold current comes from the north, he burns freely at this moment, not seeking to evenly distribute love and sincerity to the future.Lan Zhou then faintly felt sad and thrilling, but couldn't prove it, so he could only respond eagerly and obsessively.After a while, the mouth was full of blood, and the red saliva flowed to the Adam's apple.Whoever tilted the center of gravity, the two staggered and collided with the messy objects, making a clanging sound.The camp bed creaked in the room, and Hu Ziqiang was also awake.

Today is a cloudy and cold day in Sushui, and the clouds are stagnant and depressed.The two wiped the blood from each other's mouths, wiped and kissed again.Downstairs, the funeral team arrived, and the scattered chief mourners gathered to chat.The leader put out the cannon, took the cigarette he was holding to light, the twister was burned out, and the crackling sound shook the dormitory area.The gray-blue gunpowder smoke quickly filled the second floor.

Lan Zhou and Liu Yadong were still kissing relentlessly, while Hu Ziqiang was lying on the bed staring at the ceiling in a daze.There was a gnat that had survived the summer, and now that everything is dying, it is finally dying.

At the end of November 05, Liu Yadong and Ling Tsai Hu Ziqiang "submerged" into Zhou Yongde's restaurant as waiters for a week.

The gambling stalls all over the world are similar with minor differences, and every game is similar.Each venue has its own rules. According to Zhou Yongde, the three of them have to shave their skins, wear uniforms, badges, walkie-talkies, and live in dormitories.The dormitory is not as good as Jinding, with broken single rooms and no heating lights. The bedding is simply a northern bunk, which is flat and long like a kang, and a few damp old quilts are enough to sleep three people.Zhou Yongde let it go, the foreman knew that the people were inserted in, so he treated them like air.The three are also sensible, shrinking into the corner to be an unobtrusive dust, talking less, and consuming three packs of cigarettes a day.

Everyone has their own concerns, and three pairs of eyes are open on the bunk at night.After staring for a long time and getting tired, they took turns looking for something to say.

The first night was given by Ling Tsai.His eloquence is actually not bad, depending on what he is talking about, people are so sophisticated that he can't fart a single sound, but when it comes to the female deskmate who sat at the same table for half a semester in high school, he is very stubborn.The custom first let out a long sigh from the dantian, which has complex meanings, Ling Zi's fire is a little short of time to cook, and in ten years he will be able to sigh more deeply.He said her surname was Su, she was the niece of a cadre of the county water conservancy department, she had a narrow neck, white sneakers, and a high ponytail; Face.Ling Zai's tone was light and shy, and he chirped like a cricket at night. That kind of shyness and love were common, and soon infected the two people around him. Liu Yadong and Hu Ziqiang were thinking about each other, and their faces became hot together.

It didn't take long to go deep, talk wildly, and the content reached the level of obscenity.Ling Zai hesitated, and frankly said that he was a perverted sex maniac. He stole a handkerchief she used to cover the catkins in spring, and sniffed the gun in the bed, excited, frightened, and sweet.Liu Yadong and Hu Ziqiang thought about it again, his heart beat fast, and the sense of shame overflowed his throat.When the point was over, Ling Zai felt relieved and apologetic as if he had unloaded his burden. He coughed and the matter was overturned.

Liu Yadong didn't talk about it, so he asked seriously, where is she now?Ling Zi remained silent for a long time before saying that her grades were pretty good, and she should go to university in Hunan now.

Liu Yadong put his hands on the back of his head, and spoke irresponsibly, "It's you, I'll go find her."

The temperature in Ling Zi's words dropped sharply, "How is that possible."

"Then this matter has no result, don't you think about it for a lifetime?"

"It's normal." Ling Zai had never spoken in such a calm tone, as if the person lying down was not him.He took off his glasses and placed them next to his pillow, closing his eyes, "When I was in school, there was always a geometry problem that I couldn't solve. I went crazy at the end of the calculation, thinking that there must be a mistake in the problem, but it wasn't, because I just couldn't solve it. "

No one spoke anymore.

With the aftertaste of his story on his pillow, Liu Yadong fell asleep and dreamed.In the dream, he was separated from the things he saw and the other shore, where there was thin and fragile sunlight, and countless familiar faces. Lan Zhou became an unimportant passer-by among them, and had a mediocre life facing the sea.I don't know what I turned into in my dream, my shoulder blades turned into narrow wings, and I was able to fly over mountains, rivers and lakes after struggling.Andersen has always taught people: there are gains and losses, love is sacrifice.Being able to fly is bound to pay a price.Hair or legs?Liu Yadong has no memory, and doesn't know what he chose to sacrifice.

For more than a week, there have been rumors on the road.

Fu Wenqiang made a high-profile bid to give away a piece of land for a textile branch factory that Zhou Yongde missed due to insufficient funds in the previous year's auction.Too many dead places have been turned into living places. The government predicts that abandoned cities will be demolished, squares will be repaired, all roads will be connected from east to west, and rotten hills will become cornucopias.Behind Shao Jinquan is Wen Qi's Hengyuan, guarding the one-acre land in Sushui, and coveting nothing else.Zhou Yongde has the ambition to eat fat, and his family is not as rich as Fu Wenqiang.The county bank had another "acquaintance" with him, and Zhou Yongde had no way of getting a loan.Mei Zhe withdrew from the auction, lost a deposit, and suffered a dull loss.Now that the fat meat was being handed over, Fu Wenqiang almost had the word "show favor" written on his forehead.It is said that he got a business from abroad to attract fans, and he wanted to join the Red Coral business to get rich together, so he pushed Shao Jinquan's ruined temple as soon as possible.The hooligans met to discuss matters, and they made an appointment just tonight, at Zhou Yongde's restaurant.

Liu Yadong has never seen a BMW before, so he can't tell which configuration is good, and he doesn't even know which country it is produced in. He just thinks that the shiny painted shell and the water-smooth streamline of the model are much more beautiful than the black mulberry Lexus.The overhead light in the room was surprisingly dim, and he looked down from the window of the box on the second floor.The red and blue of the door of the restaurant reflect the faces, shoulders and necks of people passing by, and the torso is painted paper for neon to paint wantonly, making people look bizarre.The skin at the amputated part of the little finger contracted, Liu Yadong bit the remaining part in his mouth, the tender flesh became hot and red.

Fear is a wave, although it will not last uninterrupted, but when it comes, it will be overwhelming.He was engulfed in an instant, stumbled in the non-life-death dimension, unable to think about anything, and then was carried away by a huge force, sinking into the depths of the water.

Cigarettes are not ketamine, no matter how useful they are, after smoking a few cigarettes in a row, my hands are still trembling and my back is soaked in sweat.He suddenly had the illusion of dying, and tasted his attachment to goodness and love in a strange way, and the lonely courage he had built was on the verge of collapse.He thought that he was not afraid of death, and he never felt that he must be a good person or a hero, but on the contrary, it seemed that the meaning was not the same.A paradoxical sense of sadness overflowed, Liu Yadong really wanted to pretend to call Hu Ziqiang, like people in TV dramas who are about to die, say goodbye to relatives and friends, with a cold face, and forcefully say something that he thinks is cool in the cloud.Looking back on the past or discovering something, only a few words but a loud voice is the realm of a capable person.

But that has to be experienced.He hadn't read much, and he couldn't even think of sentences condensed enough for him to explain.So far, his life has been pale, and he has only cultivated a love, but it is similar to thousands of others in the world, natural, simple and nothing special.The only thing I can say is "Hu Suner, you have to be good with him", like an old man, so stupid, so cool, I don't want to say it.

It is the hard object that is touched in the pocket by hand.Liu Yadong looked at the light brown glass bottle many times in the past few days. The medicinal liquid inside was colorless, and the bottle was covered in English, and he couldn't even explain the meaning when he read it. He just heard Shao Jinquan say "cyanide".The syringe is extremely small, shaped like a short hairpin, and it is said that only the tip should be inserted into any skin, and the colorless medicinal liquid can be pushed against it.can what?Disabled or dead, Liu Yadong didn't know.It's best not to know.He felt itchy a few times, and wanted to try to inject the medicinal solution into his veins.

Mao Er did indeed have a lame leg, and he got off the last Bluebird with a wide smile, as if he had come to have a wedding with his relatives.Liu Yadong actually understood that he, like him, was doing dirty things for others in a muddle-headed way.

Hu Ziqiang subdued the new iron, and came in to ask Liu Yadong for an opportunity.

"Come closer." Liu Yadong lit a cigarette for him, seeing beads of sweat on his brow, and his lips were frosty white like sticky powder.

"Which box do you guard?" Liu Yadong asked him.

Hu Ziqiang's trouser pockets were bulging, and he didn't know what he was carrying.He looked down at the black shadow of the head between his knees and refused.

"Hey." Liu Yadong stepped on the toe of his shoe.

Hu Ziqiang came back to his senses, his eyes wandered around, and then fell on him, "Huh?"

"May I ask which box you are in at night, and what are you thinking about?" He stepped on him again.

Hu Ziqiang's Adam's apple rolled, "Oh, the small hall, the corridor... the one that is the farthest to the south. What about you?" He lowered his head to polish the shoes that Jiao Liru gave him.The table in the south box was occupied by some random fish from Fu Wenqiang's place, and it is said that there was nothing to steal.

"Remember to keep your voice down." Liu Yadong instructed, "I don't show my face at night, they recognize me."

"Ok, I know."

The cigarette ash fell on his legs, and Liu Yadong slapped his pants more and more dirty, "Hu Sun'er."

"Hey."

I'm going to recite it, I'll break it, you remember to fulfill the promise with Shao Jinquan, he promised me to let you two go, you remember, go south, Shenzhen, Zhuhai, Fuzhou or whatever, Chuan'er likes the south.Don't be stupid anymore, be smart and go as far as you can.Lan Zhou wants to seek death and life, you stopped me, what nonsense is it to live and die together?He's only eighteen, so he has to live until at least 30 years old. If he can catch his breath, he must live on.It is of course best for you and him to continue studying, but the premise is that there is something to eat.You also forget what should be forgotten, no one told you, right?I'm not afraid of you crying, let me tell you, Sister Liru has been diagnosed with breast cancer, the malignant one has spread, and she will soon go to the big province for radiotherapy, I believe in love, but you should have known the result, so you can have a dream on the spot .Don't throw away your phone card, write the number to me, forget it when I'm cold, if I want to stay in the shift room, maybe I will contact you when I come out, find you and Chuan'er.If I don't look for it, forget it, and we will all return to the bridge, and the road will return to the road.No one can live without me, you must be, the boat is difficult, you help him.

There are too many chivalrous words to say, the words are too dense and too enthusiastic, the exit is blocked, and I suffocate into one sentence: "I'm sorry."

Because I wanted to abandon you at that time.

Hu Ziqiang glanced at him, and after a while he said in a daze, "Ah?" Why?

"Ah what?" Liu Yadong rubbed his face and sighed, "You just need to hear it."

"Okay." Hu Ziqiang pursed his lips and nodded.

"By the way, how do you pronounce your Yi nationality's name? I have never asked you before."

Hu Ziqiang only had time to pronounce a funny syllable.Ling Zai pushed the door open, probed and said, "Hey." His eyes froze again.

Liu Yadong extinguished the cigarette butt on the window, burned a scorched hole in the gauze, "Start work."

Zhou Yongde's restaurant is not ostentatious, low-key and mediocre is stable.All toilets are out of service, leaving only one in the corner of the corridor on the second floor for people to deal with urgent needs.There is a giant iron tree planted in the toilet, I don't know if it can bloom.There was a sudden clatter on the intercom, and Ling Zi's vague and trembling "Going" sounded.Liu Yadong breathed in and exhaled slowly, regretting that he hadn't swallowed a catty of alcohol before and burned his belly for nothing, the wine was strong and cowardly, this is true.In the early winter, the stars are dim, and the moon phase is also dim, which is a good background for the strange and mysterious incidents. Liu Yadong never thought that one day he could also be written into street stall literature.

There was a light draft, and footsteps and human voices could be heard in the corridor.The pace is erratic, and the human voice is full of insults. The content is roughly: a stinky dog ​​with four eyes, no brains, new suits, Peromon, people want to be beaten, and money must be paid.Mao Er, tall and short, stumbled to the side of the sink in the toilet, his whole head flushed with alcohol-induced blush.

The faucet is turned to the maximum, and the sound of water is piercing.For a moment Liu Yadong didn't know whether to pray to the gods or to the Buddha, he crossed himself on his chest in a bland manner, and silently said "Chuan'er" without making a wish.Molars locked tightly, swallowing saliva.run forward.

Mao Er rolled over while licking the tip of the knife, feeling nervous, he raised his head, glanced at the person in the mirror, raised his brows furiously, and subconsciously slammed back with his elbow.Liu Yadong's left hand pinching the needle couldn't reach out enough, he was too tight to attack and couldn't defend, so that he was hit hard in the lower abdomen.I don't know which part of the intestine was contracted and contracted, and the pain caused Liu Yadong to panic suddenly, and the blood vessels on one side of his neck burst into pain like bursting.Mao Er recognized him at a glance, and suddenly realized everything.He turned and kicked forward, yelling, Fuck you!Then stepped forward to fight with him.His hatred for losing his leg and the momentary fear turned into great strength.Both of them rushed to their death, their fists and feet were indiscriminate, their available limbs and organs were all put to use, roaring and moaning in pain ebbed and flowed one after the other.Because of his weight, Liu Yadong was at a disadvantage. He was pinched by the neck and hit his forehead with a marble soap box.The pain is another story, but the field of vision of the left eye gradually turns blood red amidst the bang, the soul shakes, and there is a sudden upward trend.

Liu Yadong's wish to kill him is real at the moment.The body of the tube was held in the palm of his hand, only the one-inch-short needle tip was exposed, he swung his arm and squeezed it down.Facts have proved that he is pointless, the tip of the needle was broken due to force, pushing against the end, and the liquid medicine spilled into the shoulder of his suit that had been splashed with wine.

The force of the blow was even stronger, and the blood trickled down to the floor, forming a pool of bright red puddles.Instinctively, Liu Yadong began to cry cowardly and shamefully in the mess, begging for mercy.

Afterwards, Ling Zai screamed and ran into the toilet with a peeling knife in his hands, smashing Mao Er's back, Liu Yadong was unconscious, and everything was blurred like a fainted painting.Hearing a wail followed by a squeak, after four or five groups, Mao Er fell down, rolled to the side and shouted.Until he became angry and thrust the needle into Mao Er's left eye, Liu Yadong could still be forgiven by the world.At the same moment, there were shrill screams and more than one crisp gunshot outside the corridor.