Olives

Zhu Wenlong was lucky, he didn't let the relatives of Sha Xiaoyu's family give away a lot of money, lose money and go private, and ended up parting ways with her.

In fact, there is even a little bit: Sha Xiaoyu induced labor, was in confinement, sneaked out to meet him in a few days, and made little bourgeois greetings and goodbyes, as well as subtle kisses.At the end of summer, when the flowers were about to end, a hint of bright yellow was fermented in the green of Paulownia in Luogang, the cicadas hissed mournfully, and the water was wrinkled by the breeze.When they said goodbye, both of them were filled with a slight sense of self-satisfaction, a couple of boys and girls from the county town finally tasted the taste of the protagonist of a Taiwanese talk.

Sha Xiaoyu also stole some money from the family, not much.She made up her mind to escape the sea of ​​misery, forgetting the past 16 bad years on the way, she fled home by train and headed north. "I'm going to work first, and plan to participate in a singing competition next year." Before leaving, she revealed to Zhu Wenlong.

"What draft?" "I won't tell you." "Don't say it, be smart outside." "Hey, I know, no one will try to hurt me again."

The two had a child and lost him, but there seemed to be no enmity over it.

Zhu Wenlong, that bastard, later pumped the red flag against the wind, squatted, squinted his eyes, and when he was sad, he suffered unspeakably, and finally felt that the years were mercilessly aging me.But he was only eighteen, and the so-called outside world he suffered from was only this Zhongnan County.What a fucking self-righteous idiot, why don't you tattoo your girlfriend's name on your fucking arm, time doesn't have time to look at you.

His first love was gone, and in his opinion, he had died once, and the hollowed out place urgently needed to be filled elsewhere, and he was also inexplicably angry.I don't know which book of Jin Yong was poisoned, and he and He Jianming Maodou expanded their existence even more, and the three of them seemed to be a miniature dragon and tiger allies.Just like in cultivation, he went from being only feared or disgusted by others, to beating those who are unhappy, helping the weak, making subjective judgments, cutting off the right to speak, and speaking for others, and then still relying on the powerful face of fighting to solve the problem, until finally he was People who don't know the world look up.This kind of behavior is stupid but effective, and Zhu Wenlong soon became the "spiritual leader" of the Longhu High School group, akin to a ruler.After venting, he finally found a trace of interest, a trace of meaning in the emptiness and depression.

But it seems that it is not a good medicine. He still feels very painful without the little shark that he hoped to jump to his death.He was wondering, after she went to the north, would she still want to jump off the tall building?Don't die in this fucking county.This vague fear lasted until the next year, when he caught a glimpse of her on TV. ——She put on makeup, cut her hair short, and had a very trademark smile. She was one of the top 06 in "Super Girl" in [-]. In the final, she wore a pink T-shirt and sang "Youth Dance Music" on stage.She was hidden behind others, the camera flashed by, he couldn't see whether she was smiling, and even said, is that her?

At that time, Zhu Wenlong was obsessed with games and was about to graduate from Longhu. He would become a commoner and fight the world alone. He was not even a little prepared.He also went over the wall to buy cigarettes, in order to avoid being caught alive, so he didn't beg for nothing to watch for a few more seconds.He was lost in Sha Xiaoyu and ran forward, bouncing and jumping, romantic and majestic.

After the evening training was over, He Jianming was given the reputation of being a "fever pig who couldn't get enough to eat" because he was bound to get through the swearing of obscenities.No matter how the students dominate, in front of the martial arts teacher, they are just the cowardly chickens who will beat you and kill you, kicking you, beating you, and stewing you, there is nothing strange about this.He was "honored" by a fat hand in the locker room with a hard-shell Yellow Crane Tower, so he called Maodou and went to the ancestral hall of the Xiaoti Tower to find Zhu Wenlong who was on leave.

Maodou was about to run in the dark, but He Jianming heard an unusual aura and rushed to him, "Hey, wait a minute."

"Why?" Maodou asked.

He Jianming smirked, "Your brother Long has made great fortune."

The edamame cannon hadn't been smoothed yet, and Meng Nocturne wet his pants. He wondered if the ceiling leaked, "What, what good fortune?"

He Jianming leaned against the wall and rolled his eyes, "Shut up, dead virgin."

The snow that fell earlier was extremely thin, and it turned into gray-black stagnant water after half a day, and soon it fell again and melted again.This year's Sushui is still cold early.

After entering, Zhu Wenlong was smoking a cigarette and sitting on the floor with some crumpled toilet paper in hand.He has a mighty or rather stupid bulk, and he sits there motionless, like a stone sculpture.After he didn't say a word for a long time, he choked out a sentence: "Next time I'm going to go out to whore a chicken." He added sternly: "I'm going to find someone older, and I'll have an overnight stay."

He Jianming wanted to laugh but didn't dare.He handed the Yellow Crane Tower to him, and said haha: "Come on Brother Long, let's smoke this expensive one, by the way."

Zhu Wenlong asked him, "Where did you get it?"

"Fat guy from Chuanwu, didn't he say that Da Fei in the same class always robs him of his meal tickets and bullies him, you go to mediate, and give that Da Fei his nose to bleed with an elbow hammer." He Jianming also sat down on the floor , "He stole it from home to thank you."

Zhu Wenlong raised his eyebrows and sneered: "There are not many people who know how to repay you."

"Hey, Brother Long." He Jianming handed him the lighter, "Do you know who's back?"

"Who?"

"The last time we caught our Liu Yadong at the guide roller factory."

Maodou raised his eyebrows, "Eh? Didn't you say that he went to a fucking internship with three people in one bed?"

"Mao Heping." Zhu Wenlong said in a deep voice.

"Hey!" Maodou straightened his body, "Brother Long."

Zhu Wenlong squinted his eyes and hissed long and loudly: "Tell me the fuck, what kind of good man do you think our principal can be? He won't admit it if he plays with a girl, and if he doesn't pay enough money, he will jump off the building. He was beaten up and forced to run away. Damn, he's a stinky old bastard with a bald head, and I'm not as good as a dick. I'm a human being, a rotten ass/eye Tan animal, he must die a good death."

Maybe the partition wall really has ears, don't be fooled, He Jianming: "Hush! Shh!"

"What do you mean?" Maodou was so pure and innocent.

"Poor pig!" He Jianming knocked on him, "meaning face-to-face internship, [-]% of them are forced to die. You should go to the provincial government to write a report. Juvenile delinquents, poor people, almost all of them."

"—Huh?" Unbelievable.

"I've never seen Sushui ones. I and I have been to casinos in the Southwest before." Zhu Wenlong said, "Look at the black thugs chasing gambling debts in the casinos, they are about your fucking age, keep them and use them, and pull them out to replace them when necessary." The boss blocks the knife, and if he dies, he will lose money. It’s always a bad life. The underworld is now fucking corporate management, and there are five people and six people.”

"Then when he comes back, doesn't that mean... nothing wrong?"

"Not necessarily." He Jianming smiled darkly and said, "I heard that he lost a finger and a scar on his head. Who knows how? The hair hasn't grown yet. Who would dare to suffer from his appearance? .and."

Maodou died of curiosity, "And what?"

"And three of them went, and two came back. The ghost knows what happened."

Maodou "bright sword and bright gun", "Fuck! You said one of them died?!"

He Jianming spat at him, "I said what the hell is wrong, you guessed it yourself."

"He's a very good guy, the number one among dragons and tigers is a man." Zhu Wenlong hung his head in his crotch, "I still want to fight him."

He Jianming persuaded him, frowned and said, "Don't do it, why recruit him again."

"Which dormitory does he live in?"

"The original one." He Jianming smacked his lips, "The one with the surname Guo, the one who keeps pulling his neck and arguing to death."

"Oh!" Zhu Wenlong laughed, "That's the one, tell me not to control me in front of the martial arts teacher, and be kicked two meters away by the martial arts teacher, that idiot."

"Yes, it's just that idiot with a crooked brain."

"Is his brain straight now?"

"No." He Jianming smiled, "Could it be called a mourner?"

When Guomo was kicked to the ground that time, his left cheek landed on the ground, and a loud noise like a mountain shaking hit the eardrum, and the buzzing sound like radio waves never stopped, accompanied by sharp pain.He guessed that the ear was injured, and it was serious. If he didn't seek medical treatment in time, he would be deaf sooner or later.He used to learn the piano, and he has played the tenth grade. If he plans to develop this branch, losing the hearing in his left ear is equivalent to a critical illness. If nothing else, he will at least be considered a disabled person in the future. .He asked the school doctor to check the bones of the whole body, no one was broken, and he took medicated oil to smear the bruises, but he didn't tell him that my ear hurts.

After that clamor, he became much tamer and no longer asked for trouble.

He was depressed and resentful, hated being imprisoned, hated to the point of self-destruction, when the time came to return his parents a broken and incomplete self, the great revenge would be avenged, and everyone would be happy.

The radio waves were interrupted one night, and he panicked, thinking that he was going to heal himself, and the pain would be for nothing.But the sound quickly went back and forth, but the grandness was much more suitable for the ear, and it became the waves of the Qiantang River crashing on the shore.He felt that his body was sympathizing with him, but no one in the world would forgive him.When his mother gave birth to him, he had a difficult labor all night, and then he struggled desperately and bled profusely. Because of this hard-won, he was expected too much, so he was not even qualified to be bored, and the things he tried to prove himself were dubbed The "crazy ways" were erased together, and the hotbed and cage were all integrated, and he was always bored and going crazy.Resist, resist, both lose, the result is that no one opened the door for him, but went to lock the window.In the martial arts school, it is even more impossible to be an individual, to be excluded, to be coldly looked at, and to be tortured by the same quality and different appearance.He cried bitterly under the quilt, biting the pillow until his teeth were bleeding and exhausted, and he fell asleep tiredly and coldly.

At night, he was woken up by urination, got out of bed in a daze, and suddenly saw two figures in the middle of the room, thinking it was a ghost, he jumped up in fright, and shouted hoarsely, "Fuck your mother."

One of them hissed and said, seeing that you didn't turn on the light when you fell asleep, did we scare you?sorry.His Mandarin is not so smooth, but he tried his best to think about standards, so he gave people a sense of sincerity.

Guomo was wearing cotton wool trousers, rubbed his swollen eyelids, and shivered.He remembered that he gave this man a screwdriver on the back of his hand the day he entered school.The other figure stood up and recognized it clearly. The one who chased after him and returned the screwdriver was named Liu.

Sushui is cloudy and sunny, the old lady is suffering from joint disease, and the bedroom has a coal stove.

In just a few days, Guomo and the two of them were very uncomfortable, and he himself was withdrawn, not to mention that bloody "confrontation", it would be good if he didn't fight.

In Guomo's impression, Liu Yadong had a straight nose and raised eyebrows, a resolute face that made people submit. Lan Zhou only glanced at him, and he also remembered that he had a pair of fresh eyes.Looking at him now, Guo Mo's appearance is not much different from him, but it seems that something has completely changed again.His parents used to use fountain pens in the "Qingshui Yamen", their words and deeds were respectable, and their pompous tone never made people vomit. Since he was four years old, he was forced to study famous scholars, and Guomo felt that half of the souls of the two of them had withered in the dust. , even the faculty of boredom lies dormant.I don't know what is buried in the bottom, anyway, there is a layer of frozen soil on the surface.

The scar on Liu Yadong's head was fresh, he looked tired, and seemed to need to rest. He was allowed to lie in the dormitory all day long, so he was laid off with pay.I can't see how much he is addicted to smoking, but I feel that he is always shrouded in smoke.He nestled in the lower bunk without saying a word, he was either sleeping, or flipping through the immortal cultivation book left by Ben Luo Hai, or he was depressed and dazed, staring at one place, which was difficult to understand.Sometimes when Guomo was alone with him, he would inevitably say a few words: Didn't you eat?Um.I go to the cafeteria.good.Can I bring some?Need not.I brought you the door, jumping wind.Thanks.Only when Lanzhou is there, he will peel off his shell and become alive and delicate, as if returning to his mother's body, his sorrows and joys can be seen on his face.Conversely, the same is true for Lan Zhou.Sometimes they would stare blankly at a square box wrapped in cloth, silent and gloomy.

Guomo's idea of ​​tearing down doors and windows was so intense that Liu Yadong and Lan Zhou were so curious about what kind of mountains and waters they had waded through, and he was even a little weirdly envious.

Guomo didn't mean to hear it, he had a training session at night, and he didn't take his martial arts shoes, so he hurried back to get them.

That kind of intentionally suppressed voice, even if you don't know it exactly, you can't imagine it.

"You touch."

"I don't touch, ah, ah, penetrate me deeper, Yadong."

"Boat, baby."

"I still want to see the West Lake. Ah!"

"it is good."

It was getting late, and Guomo was running with a fever-like feeling about to vomit. He was late, didn't eat dinner, and gave up his Wu Xie!

The matter of shoes can be big or small, it depends on the mood of the martial arts teacher that day, whether it is pleasant to look at you on weekdays.

"Guomo!"

"To!"

"Come on you come out, three seconds fast!!"

"Yes!"

They were all silent.He quickly stood up, twisted his fingers and lowered his head, the voice in his left ear was urgent.

"Where are your shoes? Little literati."

On the way back, his chest and stomach were twitching. Guo Mo didn't care, and reached out to touch the top of his head. He always felt that a piece of scalp had been pulled off, so don't make it alopecia areata.Lan Zhou opened the door for him.Because he accidentally eavesdropped on such a private matter, Guo Mo saw him completely changed, he changed from male to female, from quiet and fragile to feminine and weak, and his eyebrows and eyes showed a feminine look.Filled with discomfort, he bypassed Lanzhou and walked in. The room was bright and bright.

Like a normal girl, Lan Zhou cleaned the windows, mopped the floor, changed the briquettes, cleaned up the dirty clothes, picked up a green radish from nowhere and put them in the empty tangerine can.Lan Zhou said with a little embarrassment, Guomo, I rubbed your pants together.Guomo looked at the bed, the sheet was flat without any pleats, and the dirty trousers were hanging on the flat pole to drip water.He frowned and said, oh, crawling towards the bed, Liu Yadong in the corner of his eye was staring at him in a deep and unkind way.

The severe pain didn't even say hello, someone's stomach was suddenly clenched by a big hand, the eyes were suddenly dark, the limbs lost strength, and the person stiffened and leaned back.The heart said, it's over, even if you don't die, you have to shake.

Calling back and forth, Guomo fell into the soft cloud.

At night in mid-December, an iron pot was covered with plain water, and what I saw was also a sad black blue.

Guo Mo was annoyed and puzzled by the fact that he remembered Liu Yadong's broad and dry hands all the time. Damn, he is a man.At that time, he was in so much pain that he was surnamed, curled up on the ground, his intestines were wrestling, the hot liquid in his stomach was rushing towards the cardia, and a sour water line also slid down the corner of his mouth.

In a daze, the surname Lan knelt on the ground and helped him up. He was like a bony skeleton, but his body smelled of soap.In a daze, the hand kept patting the sides of the cheeks, accompanied by a low sound, hey, hey, don't die.How rude.Guomo has something to say, it doesn’t matter if you fucking let go of my two dead gays, or something else, he opened his mouth, took a breath, and sprayed a big ball of filth on Liu Yadong’s chest, it was dirty half of his clothes.

Always thought this guy would at least give a damn, or at least click his tongue, but no.Without saying a word, Liu Yadong wrapped Guomo's arm around his neck, stood up and said, hold on, I'll take you to the school doctor.The room was separated from the clinic by half of the campus, and Guo Mo felt dizzy, remembering that Lan Zhou hugged a knee-high thick jacket and gently put it on himself.The road was wet and slippery, the wind was shaking, and the breath of three people intertwined in the wind.

It's not an internal injury, it's just gastroenteritis caused by irregular eating, plus no food in the stomach, and a little anemia.After prescribing the medicine, I was not in a hurry to leave, but was told by the school doctor to lie down before moving, so as not to faint again.Lan Zhou went out quietly and said to get a cup of sugar water, and the school doctor went into the back room to dry the oven and read the newspaper.

Guomo raised his head, just in time to see Liu Yadong's back.He stood by the window, leaning loosely against the wall, and there were scattered black shadows of birch trees outside the window.To prevent poisoning from burning coal, the window was opened a crack, and the wind squeezed into icy pieces of paper and scraped on the bridge of his knife-edged nose.

If it was late autumn, Guomo would almost think that this person was about to fly to the moon.

"Hey." Stomach acid burned the esophagus, and his voice was broken when he spoke.

The scarred side of Liu Yadong's head pointed at him, but the man stood there with no expression on his face, and said, "What's my surname?"

Guo Mo paused, then changed his words and said, "Hey, the surname is Liu."

Liu Yadong just glanced at him, sniffed out a short snort, and smiled tiredly and playfully.

"I'll go back and wash your clothes for you."

"Isn't that nonsense." You fucking instigator.

"How did you get your injuries?"

Liu Yadong said: "Guess." It means, I don't want to tell you.

"You seem a little older."

Liu Yadong laughed again, "Your parents really never taught you to speak the human language when you were young."

"Are you leaving with him? I heard it."

"Wait a few days until the snow stops tomorrow."

"Did you graduate?"

"No, I'm not going to study anymore, I'm going to work part-time for a living."

"Where are you going?"

"Out of town, he wants to go anywhere, Moji hasn't decided on it for so long."

"Oh."

Looking back at the yellowed ceiling in the consulting room, Guomo's chest heaved and fell, heaved and fell, he overbreathed and became hypoxic, so he saw the stars.He begged, "Can you take me with you? I don't mean to follow you, I am, yes, just take me and escape, don't worry about me, I will give you money!"

Liu Yadong looked at him with raised eyebrows, but said nothing.

At the end of December 2005, the fourth snowfall in Sushui, the whole county was covered with a thick layer of white.The fight in the snow was finally named "Deep Winter Fight" by the dragon and tiger people. It was exaggerated, but it was cool, like a movie starring Takakura Ken in the Showa era.

The departure was at five o'clock in the morning, and it was still dark.Lan Zhou and Liu Yadong carried a school-leaving permit from Tan Shouping's "Imperial Pen and Zhu Zhu", and the two packed luggage were only a backpack.

It was only when Guo Mo arrived that he found out that the box wrapped in cloth was a fucking urn, and inside it contained the two most guilty friends.Guomo was a little nervous, his legs were shaking wildly, and his mind was full of bad plans: How could I be round when I was found out?What should I do if I can't go?If captured alive, how many days will the box be closed?How much fritters do you want to eat?How many ribs will be kicked off?How can I be free?The more he thought about it, the more he panicked, his molars were clenched, and his scalp exploded.Lan Zhou came over and said some consoling words like "Yadong and I will protect you", Guomo still felt that he had been fucked by someone, and he had a sickly womanly look on his body, but he was also a benefactor, so this cannot be said .He said thank you.He is also about to become an adult, and the first truth of life epiphany is: love is not always right, but love itself should not be hated and disrespected.

Huang Dexiong got up and turned on the light to pee, his breath turned into ice, thinking about another year of messing around.

Hearing someone knocking on the door, he hurriedly shook his second child, pulled up his pants and opened it, and looked at the knocker: "Yo."

Familiar, it’s hard to think of it, hiss——, who is this, oh, oh oh, the surname Lan in the Sanda class, I haven’t seen it for a long time.

"You."

"Grandpa Huang."

"What's the matter?"

Lan Zhou handed the paper forward and said, "This is the application for leaving school between Liu Yadong and me. Principal Tan has already stamped it. Take a look."

"Yo, I'm leaving." Huang Dexiong fumbled out his reading glasses and put it on the big distiller's nose, squinting his eyes and said, "Come and see."

After reading the official Chinese phrase aloud, Huang Dexiong asked, "You two are only eighteen, right?"

"Ah."

"What's the plan? The school didn't give you any distribution?"

"No, we're going to work."

Huang Dexiong sighed: "Be safe and healthy."

Lan Zhou's nose was sore, "Hey."

"I'll open the door for you."

Still reluctant to spend money, it was still the prison-like iron door, the door opened, and a semi-circular rut was drawn on the ground.

Guomo galloped out of the gap like a bird.Liu Yadong shouted: "Run!"

"Hey hey hey hey hey!!!" Huang Dexiong squinted and screamed. After realizing it, he turned back to the guard room and slammed the alarm bell, "Someone ran away! Someone ran away! Someone ran away!"

The martial arts school is insane, and the air defense siren is used, and there is a long humming sound in the sky above the dragon and tiger, piercing the clouds and cracking rocks, circling the beams for three days, like weeping like complaining.

It is said that if you don't fight when you are young, you don't want to brag when you are old. Guo Mo never thought that one of the fights in his life would be a fucking gang fight in the snow.Longhu's gang, who belonged to the black cat sheriff, had extremely short reflex arc fingers, and they rushed out when they heard the wind. They were wearing underwear and slippers, and their hands were things that they had brought on in a hurry, such as sorghum brooms and clothes poles.It is said that they are all practicing family members, preaching rules, chasing and scuffling, so they are all fucking wild dogs.The footprints in the snow are chaotic, and there are constant sounds of slapping, slapping, mixed with inexplicable rage and inexplicable roars of blood, don't run!stop!traitor!Day your mother!Hold!It's like the civil strife in the beggar gang, and it's like going back to the years in 1941.

Guomo listened to Liu Yadong's instructions: You just run forward, and I will take care of the rest.

Why should he be responsible?Does he live as a Bodhisattva?Did he eat salt?Has his brain been knocked out?This was a question he hadn't thought about until many years later.

It was difficult to walk in the snow, let alone run. He was covered in snow, his knees were almost broken, and the wind was so cold that it pierced his throat and pierced his lungs. He could hardly speak, and his left ear hurt like hell.He kept running, staggering, looking back at the same time:

There was a faint light in the sky, and the dragon and tiger people chased after him relentlessly.There was a long leg in the middle that kicked Lan Zhou first, and Lan Zhou knelt sideways on one knee in the cold snow, and several people came to grab the box he was holding in his hand.Lan Zhou rolled up and curled up, protecting Hu Ziqiang with his body.Leng Bu was wary of someone pulling the wrapping cloth, Lan Zhou shouted loudly, tearing each other up with him.Most of the funeral and interment industry is a profiteering black industry, and the things can be of good quality.Bark—the sound of toothache cracking, the box bound to the ground rolled into the snow, cracked open, a handful of powder was scattered into the snow, and a handful of powder fluttered into the wind.Lan Zhou rushed to pick it up, fists and kicks on his back.

Liu Yadong dashed forward to hit him with his fists, every blow was extremely hard.

Suffering from the pain, he retreated gradually and stepped forward again, but was knocked down by Liu Yadong before he could stand still.The long-legged one was the most annoyed, throwing him over and rolling in the snow, the snow smeared his body and fell off, no more chivalrous, slapped and strangled his neck, the violent pleasure easily attracted people who had been suppressed for a long time.Riding Liu Yadong with long legs, when he punched his temple, Lan Zhou hit his forehead with an urn cover, Liu Yadong turned over and rode him, punched down, his long legs tilted his head, and spit out a plum blossom of blood wrapped in teeth in the snow, He closed his hand with a fist, and his long legs stared at him in horror, begging for mercy.The gangsters were also stunned and formed a circle.Lan Zhou pulled Liu Yadong's collar back, and whispered in a hoarse voice, let's go, it's dawn.

Guomo jumped out of the road, stopped a car from Luogang, and said, "Go to the bus station!"

"Oh! I haven't had breakfast—"

"Three people." Holding a few red tickets and throwing them out, he said with a piercing voice, "Leave immediately!"

Bengbeng drove through the snow with the gas pedal beeping.

Liu Yadong led Lanzhou out of the tin box, and saw the sun peeking out from the east.

end

Dayu originally said: Sushui is a good name, Su is white, and water is a stream.

Later, Liu Yadong mentioned this Zhongnan County to 99 people, and [-] people asked: Huh?what?Where?He explained Sushui's location, topography, climatic conditions, economic status, cultural scenery, etc. according to his memories.Every time I say it, I look back, as if I can see the green hills.After explaining it, I got a polite understanding: oh oh!There.

— still don’t know.After he left, he never returned to Sushui for 16 years. The scars and regrets were left behind. The personnel and events he experienced were lost to the force of time. They contracted and weathered day by day, and finally peeled off, leaving a pink mark. There is a slight pain when pressed.Later, when Lan Zhou occasionally mentioned a person's name, he had to pause for a moment before he could recall the vague outline of this person.Forgetting is a good thing to be wise and protect yourself.The only thing that does not need to be recalled and has never been wiped out is the rolling green hills of Sushui.

His last impression of Sushui was in Qingshan.

The bus station departed at six o'clock in the morning, and all of them failed to wake up from their sleep and evacuated sleepily.The ticket seller had just fastened the buttons, hung up the badge, poured strong tea, and turned on the wheat, when he heard: "I want the earliest long-distance ticket!"

The ticket seller asked, "Where are you going?"

I didn't get an answer for a long time.

When it's time to leave, it's uncertain where to go.Before Liu Yadong left, he only took away the 30 yuan from the booklet, then tore the booklet into two and threw it into the Lianma River.I thought I had done a cool thing, but in fact I was struggling to make ends meet at the age of [-], and I have always regretted it since then.

But who becomes a philistine when he comes of age?I prefer to get in the rain on the road, I prefer to listen to bitter love songs, I like to shrug my shoulders with a cigarette in my pocket and keep my long hair, walking in the dimly lit streets and alleys, covering one eye that I think is lonely and melancholy.Liu Yadong occasionally wonders whether Lan Zhou is the compensation given by fate after beating him, or he bought him at the price of a mediocre but comfortable life.He is inclined to the latter, saying that will make Lanzhou more precious, more like his life.

In case of being chased by the martial arts teacher, I bought a long-distance ticket to the north casually, as a turnaround, and then thought about where to go at the next stop, the same.

Those who set off were not afraid to get up early, and before the sky was completely clear, the minibus splashed with yellow mud caught fire.The ticket seller and the driver all stuffed themselves into the big coat, went down to help stuff the luggage into the car, and when they encountered a heavy one, they cursed in Sichuan and Chongqing, how heavy was the bag?Pretending to be a pig?The owner of the luggage bowed and smiled and went out to hand out the cigarettes.The good seat was robbed without paying attention, the car was cramped, and there were several seats in the last row, Liu Yadong held Lan Zhou tightly and squeezed to sit down.There was a thick layer of dust on the window, and I stretched out my hand to wipe out a line of sight, and the palm of my hand immediately turned black.

Guomo fell into silence, fatigue and bewilderment flooded his face, he looked numb, and he was most likely regretting it now.

Lan Zhou wiped the box and rewrapped it with cloth.He sat on the back seat, lowered his head and covered his eyes with his arms, and wept without warning.He didn't have a chance to return the Walkman to Wu Qimeng, this was the only mistake he ever made.Liu Yadong's heart was crushed, and he didn't know how to comfort him for a while, so he could only press kisses on his head over and over again as if there was no one else; when the minibus started to cry, Liu Yadong hugged him whole inside.

The road was uneven, and after half an hour of bumps, we reached the road and started to gallop.Outside the window is a mountain with the same description that Liu Yadong still can't remember the name of.The road is paved around the foot of the mountain. When the car walks on the road, the mountain follows.The chimney tower gradually disappears, and the mountain is more pale and ancient in the deep winter. Everything you see is gray, and it is more solemn and divine. The mountain is undulating and cloudy at the tip, like a dream in a lifetime.

Liu Yadong's nose was also sore, as if he had heard the train whistle several times before, and he was as affectionate as if he heard the mountain say "Treasure".Lan Zhou was so sad and tired that he had already fallen asleep leaning against him, his eyelids were swollen and trembling, and he didn't know who he would bid farewell to in his dream.Liu Yadongha let out white steam, leaned against his head, and closed his eyes wearily.

What is both the end and the beginning, wandering begins now.

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