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That evening the clouds were thick, and the ferocious setting sun seemed to be blocked, losing all momentum, and thus subdued meekly.But Yun and Yang are singing double reeds, and they share the same voice in essence, just like Shao Jinquan said in a peaceful tone: "Whether you succeed or not, I will help you achieve what you ask now." It seems that he It's a pity, it seems that he left you a retreat.

Liu Yadong thought about it for a long time.He was the first to ask, "How much is my life worth?"

Shao Jinquan circled the spout of the teapot with his index finger and said with a smile, "There is no such calculation."

"Don't lie to me." In your eyes, I am nothing more than a raw pork that is on the market. To put it mildly, it is wild pork that is more fragrant.

"What do you think?"

That's it, this kind of person will always play tricks, put the cart before the horse, be paradoxical, vague, and just play.

Liu Yadong sighed.After a while he asked: "Is it the first time you saw me in Longhu, just for today?"

Shao Jinquan said sincerely, "Not really."

Let me tell you this, whether it is true or false is another matter.

Liu Yadong thought for a second and said, "First of all, it's fundamental, that the two of them can't have anything to do."

"Who with whom?"

"Chuaner!" blurted out, "It's Lanzhou." Then he added: "Follow Hu Ziqiang."

"of course can."

"The monthly salary you give, the dividends for chasing water, and the tens of thousands of my finger, I will leave two for him to eat later."

"What's yours is up to you."

"Can the two of them continue to go to school?"

"You mean going back to the martial arts school?"

"No." Liu Yadong smiled and explained: "I'm talking about Pugao, ordinary high school, the kind of school where there are self-study classes and exams."

"Both of his backgrounds are unclean, and he is not a Han nationality, so he is easily excluded."

"Clean, everything is clean." Liu Yadong argued with him with slightly wide eyes.

"It doesn't matter what you say." Shao Jinquan pointed at him, and said with a smile: "You, don't think that the school is such a white and flawless place."

"You can't go in?"

"Yes, not impossible. As long as you think about it, this request is not troublesome."

"I think."

"Is there any more? You can continue."

"I'll think about it." Liu Yadong raised his head and looked at the ceiling, "I still want to... ask you to ask for me, Miao Qian."

Shao Jinquan's eyebrows raised and lowered suddenly, playful: "Him? Ask him what?"

"Ask him who He Qifang is and if he can be contacted, ask her if she has come to Sushui for labor reform with her family, and ask her if she knows Liu Dashan and Ji Meiyu."

In the dark, it seemed that there was something trying to make Liu Yadong give up. Shao Jinquan was diligent in his actions and dialed the office landline without asking why.The other end was cleared, his face softened as quickly as the hair on his hair, his tone warmed up, and he really cared, huh?Have you had dinner yet?it's me.Knowing who he was, the scene was absurd and disgusting.Liu Yadong resisted to look carefully, wondering if he had such a pretentious and unknowing face when he faced Chuan'er?The highly purified exchange of greetings between brothers, the episode where the relationship between the two of them changed qualitatively, they were all chosen to forget at some point.Shao Jinquan explained the purpose of the call, was silent for a few seconds and smiled and said yes, waiting for your call back.He put down the receiver, rinsed the tea, poured the tea, drank the tea, and said, I went to ask about it when I heard it was about you. Coincidentally, that person happened to be in class in the next building.

So what if you know what you can do?Since she was reborn as an adult, "mother" has been a meaningless blank space from the inside to the outside. If you insist on extracting an emotion, it should be resentment.But panic and expectations are physiological, and they still surge uncontrollably.Liu Yadong looked out of the window, watching the dusk go dark blue, the pace seemed to be too heavy, and there was a thumping sound on the tympanic membrane.The bell of the landline beeps, exaggerated or metaphorical, in short, the feeling cannot be explained in words.Shao Jinquan connected, um, ok, got it, you remember to eat, don't catch a cold when it's cold.Within 1 minute, it hung up again.

The verdict was as follows: She said she didn't know her, she had never been here, and she asked where Sushui was.

Lanzhou finally became his only light and concern, heavy yet relaxed, heartbroken and ecstatic.

Liu Yadong finally asked: "Am I going to escape tonight?"

"You can try it." Shao Jinquan replied, "I actually know what Jiu Qiang's plan is for going to Shenzhen."

It was almost midnight when the report was received, and Ma Yuan was interrogating a boy in the first year of No. [-] Middle School.He didn't do anything serious, but he just wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes, but because he had no money in his pocket, he discussed with his classmates and took the kitchen knife at home to rob a small shop.Bad luck, the shop owner usually followed the TV to practice muay thai, one of the [-]% strength of Foshan's comforting kicks, and one of them was in need of first aid.Those who were injured were sent to the hospital first, and the others were handcuffed to the team for interrogation.Ma Yuan slapped the table with tiger eyes, and the ashes bounced off the desk. He shouted, fuck, fuck, do you know what you are doing at such a young age?The boy had dyed his hair yellow, he turned away and said, Hey!I didn't grab it.Ma Yuan wished he could stick a gun in his mouth.The boy didn't know how to write the word "Fa", so he stretched his neck and squinted his eyes to flatter him in an instant and said, Uncle policeman, why don't you give me a cigarette?Divide your mother.Ma Yuan threw the ashtray out easily.Ma Yuan was in a trance for a moment.The cases at hand are always so small, which wears down his patience and his confidence in people.

The trainee police slammed the door into the interrogation room and shouted: "The horse team is out! Someone just died at Zhou Yongde's restaurant. Two people died and one was injured. The boss payer is gone."

"The surname is Fu!" Ma Yuan suddenly stood up, "What's going on?!"

"Shot dead, the suspect also died. He was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. Guess he was a scapegoat."

"Go! Go go go!"

The unexpected first snow this winter fell on Sushui that night.

Old Tang was very depressed.One is that his daughter got married last month, and his ex-wife didn't inform him at all, so he didn't get angry or complain, and asked someone to get a set of mahogany furniture worth a hundred thousand yuan and ship it to his daughter Wei Gang's new house.The next day, the furniture was not shipped back to Yinchating Road intact.The installation worker pouted, whimpering with a cigarette in his mouth, saying that when the household heard that it was delivered by your surname Tang, they didn’t even let us in, they almost poured boiling water on us!We didn't recruit either, Uncle.Old Tang kept silent, and paid the installation fee according to the market price. The furniture was ruined, so he had to drag it to Shao Jinquan's warehouse to accumulate dust.

Second, on this side, Zhou Yongde defected to Jinding, causing troubles all over the place.Mao Ermai murdered Tu Wenming, according to the rules, Shao Jinquan also killed him, so he chose to sacrifice Liu Yadong and Ling Tsai.Old Tang was startled and regretted at first, but then the regret faded away: Ling Zirou was cowardly, but Liu Yadong's bravery and strength were always for others, and he could only pinch seven inches when he was used. Without his support, he would never be able to Will be loyal, will not sell his life, will not perish, but tends to self-destruct.Tu Wen was the first to understand this truth. Out of compassionate selfishness, he tried to help him stay away from right and wrong and become an ordinary person, but failed; Shao Jinquan also understood, but he was hard-hearted and cruel, never saving people, only good at destroying people.Hu Ziqiang was an accident that Old Tang didn't even expect.If Liu Yadong was to kill Mao Er, it would be head-to-head, with a five-point chance of winning, and it would be harmless if he failed; if Hu Ziqiang was to kill Fu Wenqiang, it would be a dangerous move, which would be like moths to the flame, and if he succeeds, he would kill himself .The result was not good, Fu Wenqiang was headshot, his confidant blocked the second shot and went into the left kidney, Hu Ziqiang failed to pack the room and get out, and was stabbed seven times in the neck by three people, bleeding out; Mao Er was stainless steel He didn't die in a daze, but was blinded by Liu Yadong in one eye.

Old Tang boiled a bucket of fish maw and mushroom chicken, packed thick quilts with powdered milk, and sent them to the railway hospital. When he was walking to the hidden sick room, he met a strong and rolling mouse with a piece of bright red tissue in its mouth. It was stolen from somewhere. Yes, the tiles it walked on were dripping with blood for the first time.Old Tang was terrified for a moment, and after a while, he smoked a cigarette under the bay window at the end of the corridor. The smoke flew upwards, and he went looking for snow, free.How many years ago did Old Tang think that he committed crimes with open swords and spears?

into the ward.Liu Yadong had a severe concussion, coma and vomiting. When he woke up, he had a head CT scan. There was congestion. Dr. Hu said he had to wait and see.It was the second time he was lying here, he was lying on his back on the bed with his head covered, his face tilted, and he was looking at the snow scene outside the window; Lan Zhou was sitting on the edge of the bed, also looking out of the window with his back bent.The two of them were motionless, neither could see their expressions clearly, and both seemed to shrink very small.

There was actually a Beverly Radio in the ward, which was tuned to an unknown frequency, and the man was beating the drums and singing low-pitched folk songs.

"If we don't let time make us old, then it still has something to make us happy. A child can throw a stone and fall into the mud easily. A lover who stops thinking is like a great man stops smiling."

Old Tang moved a bench and sat down.Let’s not talk about it, let’s watch the snow together with the two of them, and after a while say: “Year after year.”

As if sinking suddenly, Lan Zhou turned back in horror.

Old Tang saw hatred in Lan Zhou's eyes that he had never seen before.Hate is a personal will, a psychological tendency, and there are differences among individuals. Lan Zhou's "hate" is not only unexpected, but also vague, as if he is suspicious or can't bear to hate only "one thing" or "one person", and he does not express it in words. His attitude infinitely expands the boundaries of his grievances, and everything under his gaze becomes a footnote to his desperate life for no reason.In the eyes of the strong, he is cowardly, and in the eyes of the wicked, he is hypocritical. He does no harm to anyone. He took care of eight wild cats with missing arms and legs in the back alley of Jinding.He has neither sinned nor made any choice of self-destruction, but the firewood piled up under his feet has almost burned into charcoal with no color and temperature, and people are being scorched, so his hatred is naturally not unreasonable.

He stood up, adopting the usual defensive and offensive postures of female cats. The female cat protects the cubs, and he protects Liu Yadong. He has already lost one.His trembling eyelashes, nose, lips, and even breathing, all said: I am not afraid of anything, I will kill you.Old Tang was speechless, and confronted him for a while, unable to speak.

Liu Yadong turned over, frowned and murmured, "Hmm."

Lan Zhou is a sick mother from a poor family. Hearing the call of her own flesh and blood, her entire rigidity collapsed and turned into pity and helplessness.He leaned over to touch Liu Yadong's cheek, pressed his forehead against Liu Yadong as if no one else was there, and asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Liu Yadong closed his eyes and opened them again, his gaze drooping, "It hurts." He showed a weak state.

Lan Zhou kissed him and said fondly, "I know."

Old Tang narrowed his eyes.The relationship between Adi and Li Simin is paradoxical, he is old and can't understand it, until now he looks at Liu Yadong Lanzhou, he believes that the relationship between men can be defined by "love" after being sorted out and literature.

I'm here to deliver something, and I have something important to do.The shooting of Fu Wenqiang caused a sensation in Banfan Sushui, and the case was named "11.10". After the body was cremated, the ashes were still detained by the police.The worst fear was that the law and order would be disrupted, and the situation would be disrupted. Be vigilant for a month, and there will be no major disturbances on the road. Fu Wenqiang's backbone signed a letter of condolence to Jane, and then took his ashes and put them in the mourning hall for funerals.Zhou Yongde and Shao Jinquan were all present, Zhou Yi was in gray, Shao was in black, they were inseparable, standing on both sides of the black gauze curtain, their faces were grieved, and they bowed to express their condolences, so majestic, they were scanned suspiciously by countless pairs of eyes, how much killing intent was there , cannot be calculated.How many tricks and conspiracies need to be paved by Zhou to Shao, and what kind of plans are there afterwards? Whether it will be unbalanced and turned against each other due to uneven distribution of spoils is not clear, but the headstrong Sushui Laofu has indeed become a victim on the way forward.As far as the etiquette is concerned, let's leave separately.

The county party committee and the county government claimed that the case should be taken seriously, so Ma Yuan let out a sneer, puffed out a cigarette, knocked on the file and said, "It's a fucking arrest, it's a fucking criminal investigation expert, it's a fucking special case team." "The mountain rain is about to come and the wind fills the building, and the autumn wind passes overnight, the mountain rain is absent, and the building stands still.It is not known how many things were kept secret during this period.Hidden in the capital and clouds, the black hand has repeatedly urged and pushed, and the police closed the case, saying it was a vendetta.Hu Ziqiang doesn't even have an ID card, his details are unknown, and he has no property under his personal name, so he can't compensate the victims.Those involved in the underworld should be calm about man-made disasters, while Fu Wenqiang is afraid of investigating the depths and pulling out carrots and mud.If you don't disperse like birds and beasts and become lumpen proletarians, you will still have to repay your debts in the future.This is all for later.

Hu Ziqiang's pale and cold body needs to be cremated urgently. The backbone of Shao Jinquan's leadership has been evacuated from Sushui and flew to Guangzhou for "urgent work".Old Tang was a cook, and Jin Ding had to rely on him for the time being, and he still relied on him to deal with the aftermath of many things.

Old Tang thought, no matter what, the fate of the three children was already doomed.

"The horse team said that Xiao Hu's body has been allowed to be cremated."

"Boss Shao told him it was [-]. I brought the cash, and Xiao Hu made it clear that I would give you two."

"I don't know his other wills, and I don't know if he left any words or not. I hope there are."

"Mao Er did not die, in fact, it can be considered that you have not completed Boss Shao's task, and you will be punished."

"Ling Zi means that if he wants to stay here and continue working in Jinding, he has nowhere to go."

"We haven't been found yet, don't worry, you are still clean."

"If you feel that you have nowhere to go, Boss Shao said that you can take care of the gravel site in the future."

"Already merciful."

"Actually, it's good to be able to live, and you don't have to feel sorry for others."

"It can actually erase you."

"Boss Shao is a good man."

Time can be defined without minutes and seconds, a dream, a song, a round of poker, and a person who is physically and mentally exhausted.Snow has no smell, but the sour and bitter smell of ripe wild fruits fills Ling Yadong's nostrils.Since Hu Ziqiang's death, he and Lan Zhouni have fallen into guilt and pain. Memory has become an inevitable blind stream in the streets and alleys.Liu Yadong thinks that Hu Ziqiang may be complacent when making a decision, because he did a seemingly heroic act, but it cannot be ruled out that he regretted it at the last moment, not only because everyone wants to survive, but also because neither he nor Lan Zhou is his love , A hero is meaningless without being a hero you love.Liu Yadong's happiness is ashamed to show others. He and Lan Zhou must spend the rest of their lives in hatred, remorse, and longing, so that they can continue to be depressed, relieved after the depression, and use it as a pass for living.To be honest, he was a little rejoiced. This rejoicing was not wrong, but it was sinful.In fact, the more people go through hardships, the more delicate and dense their nerves become, the more they realize that "greatness" is unattainable.

Liu Yadong lost control for a moment, covered his eyelids with his arms, and began to cry in a low voice, which became the background sound of Lan Zhou's conversation with Lao Tang.

Lan Zhou: "I don't believe he is willing."

"I don't know the details." Old Tang said, "I only know that he must have committed a serious crime before this, and his hands are already stained with blood."

"Who?"

"Old Su of Chunshui Hall."

"impossible."

"I don't know." Old Tang said, "According to Jiao Liru's words, he went back to Wuhan to handle some private matters, so why hasn't there been any news and he hasn't responded yet?"

"Are you sure?"

"I don't need to be sure, I'm not a police officer."

Lan Zhou is silent

"Jiao Liru mentioned to me before that she would find a way to get Xiao Hu to study abroad as well."

Lan Zhou remained silent.

"She's already undergoing a round of chemotherapy."

"Does she know?"

"understood."

"What was her reaction?"

"I don't know." Old Tang asked, "You care about this?"

"Amu, he cares."

"She was distraught, her condition worsened and she died. Do you think Xiao Hu's death is worth it?"

Lan Zhou's voice trembled suddenly with anger: "No one can fucking deserve his death."

"Then what's the point of asking?"

Lan Zhou asked him: "Will you also work for Brother Quan? Kill people and be killed."

Old Tang laughed, "I could do it before the age of 40, but I can't now. In fact, I started to hesitate after the age of 30."

"why?"

"I used to hate the world, and it was easy to blame others, but I forgave myself, but now I don't hate it anymore." Old Tang said, "Is there anything else you want to ask or say?"

Lan Zhou swore sincerely: "I hope you will all be arrested and sentenced to death."

Old Tang laughed, he covered his mouth and went to the window to look into the distance, his expression was very old; Lan Zhou raised his head slightly, his eyes fixed on the blood stains on the ceiling; Liu Yadong's crying gradually stopped, turning into low sobs.

"I'll come back tomorrow, drink the tonic soup while it's hot, and make a glass of milk at night." Old Tang left.

Lan Zhou slept in Liu Yadong's narrow hospital bed in his clothes, got into his quilt with cold air, and hugged him tightly.He kissed Liu Yadong's white gauze, hair stubble, sideburns, auricle, earlobe, jaw, side of neck, and then the skin behind his hospital gown with his only warm lips as if sure, and his lips folded, from bottom to top again. A warm and obsessive kiss.After crying, Liu Yadong lost his mind and his voice was muffled. He made a poetic suggestion, "We might as well die together now."

That time lying on the railroad tracks looking up at the starry sky, he deceived Lan Zhou, he had a very weak will to die at that time.

Lan Zhou's hesitation dissipated in the blink of an eye, and he asked, "Are you serious?"

Liu Yadong didn't move, and said: "If I don't see you happy in the future."

"Okay!" Lan Zhou got up and pulled the drawer of the sideboard.

He took out a medicine bottle, which rattled and rattled while shaking, and a white label was attached to the body of the white bottle, which read Triazolam Tablets.

Liu Yadong said, "What is this?"

"Sleeping pills, a whole new bottle."

"Where did you get it?"

"I stole it from the nursing office last night. I was almost discovered."

Compared to what he didn't care about, Liu Yadong's voice trembled, "You wanted to die a long time ago?"

Lan Zhou never answered his question in his life.

Lan Zhou came up with a plan, "You take half, I take half, that's it." He unscrewed the lid and poured a small handful of white round pills into his palm, "I'll take it first." The palm was slightly raised to the chin , "You can still go back on your word. But I don't know if I have enough to eat, what if I die?" His eyes were bright, his breath was light and short, and his hands were trembling.

The days to come can be like this: eat enough food, rent a cheap and leak-proof house, try to keep decent clothes, try to save water and electricity bills to a minimum, you can find a master to learn circuits, steal electricity from the next door or the public house, and you can turn the faucet to The water droplets are extremely small to steal water, and the remaining money is used to buy him some pirated books on the street stalls. Anyway, there are printed words, so what if they are pirated?No matter how much money is left to buy condoms, no matter how hard it is, you have to have sex. Having sex can create dreams, stop time, and touch the entity of love.If you earn money, you can work as a security guard, go to the construction site, cook and serve dishes, wash the car, and guard the gate. He doesn’t have to work and is raised by me.They make their own living during the day, and eat, sleep, chat, and have sex at night, like a couple in the world.Being squeezed out, ridiculed, and even hungry, these will be the norm, but it doesn't really matter, there are always such ways of living in the world.The corrupted things in life are swallowed hard, run away, and they will heal themselves after they are finished. After the bad ones, the good ones will come.For example, take him to McDonald's and buy him a pair of Li-Ning soft-soled sneakers, he gained three pounds, he made friends, he raised a stray cat, and made a mess of his life, he no longer depressed , no longer often cry for Amu, he has fewer nightmares, and he loves me more.In the next spring, we are still walking on the road to see the apricot rain and pear clouds in the world. Time is neither as fast as a shuttle nor stagnant, but flows over the insteps at an indiscriminate speed.We will eventually become poets in time.

——I used to be so cowardly.

Liu Yadong bounced up, knocked Lan Zhou's palm over, and scattered the pills all over the bed.The movement was violent, and he suddenly spun, his mind was swollen and he slumped in front of Lan Zhou. After the waves subsided, tears filled his eyes again.

Lan Zhou hugged him back hard and focused, "Then stop eating." Then continue to live.

Liu Yadong choked up and said, "I want to go back to the martial arts school."

"Okay."

Lan Zhou later believed in Buddhism, essentially to convince himself to continue to believe: this is the destiny.