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After Luo Hai was silent, his eyes turned red, and then he cried loudly, startled by another snowfall in winter.

Is this a small farewell?Theoretically yes, but Liu Yadong thinks it's called walking the dog at most, which means pulling you out for a circle, and you have to be brought back when it's late.There is a famous tag around his neck, and a square stamp on his buttocks, which reads: Dog of Dragon and Tiger, where to run?Surrounding the screen may not be the mountains, but yourself.Hu Ziqiang's reluctance included his attachment to Luo Hai's pair of "big breasts". Liu Yadong didn't want the atmosphere to be weird, so he used an excuse to "fan the flames". , don't go there to drive you crazy.

When Luo Hai heard this, his crying stopped suddenly, he stood up and ran towards Lanzhou.Lan Zhou was filing the calluses with the big iron scissors with a rough and wild appearance. No matter how clear his face was, the cold light he pretended to sweep across was quite frightening.Luo Hai fucked up, there was impermanence in the front, and hooligans in the back.He diverted to hide towards Liu Yadong halfway, and the other party stood up and approached, his black eyebrows raised left and right lowered playfully, and he stretched out his ten fingers and made a dirty movement of wantonly kneading.Luo Hai folded his arms on the spot, raised his head and howled, laughing through his tears.

The three pushed Luo Hai down on the bed, scratched his armpits to his chest, and his chest to his crotch, screaming high-pitched, mixed with three different tunes of "Xinxi Langxiao".Xiao Bie fell to the ground, was stepped on a few times in the commotion, no one picked it up, and was soon abandoned.Luo Hai was so happy that he was exhausted, his head lacked oxygen, and his insides were covered with snow.He flattened them into a pile, and suddenly forgot what crying was.Hu Ziqiang laughed, Lan Zhou laughed, and Liu Yadong laughed too. They all had bright, tender eyes that were blown by the spring breeze, soaked in summer rain, rolled by autumn frost and dipped in winter snow, and they all blinked and put on their clothes again. Wearing a flimsy thin shirt.

Calm down, go about your business, wait for the lights to turn off.The room was still dry and smelly from the coal stove.

"Brother Dong." Luo Hai looked up, looked at the mottled ceiling, clasped the hollows of his legs, put his knees on his ribs, and said in a low voice, "Before you leave, you have to promise me one thing, as compensation for the three of you for being unjust." ,abandon me."

The three of them remained silent, waiting for him to continue.Luo Hai dropped his legs and sighed tiredly: "Teach me to smoke."

Liu Yadong poured out a few greasy cockroach eggs from his travel bag, tucked them into a bulky thick sweater, and scolded him, "Are you sick? Is smoking a good habit?"

"Then you still smoke?! I didn't think so before." Luo Hai sat up cross-legged, like an emissary in the altar, he opened his mouth and sighed, and the sesame seed seller thought he could write a doggerel.He blew his nose and said, "Actually, we are all cheap sometimes, and no one is 100% convinced. Really, I have nothing against you, Brother Dong."

Lan Zhou compared the two pairs of martial arts shoes, the one on his left hand was whiter, and he put it on, "If you talk sourly again, he will go up and cover you after cleaning up."

"Sometimes I also think Brother Dong, you're pretending to be capable, and you're so chilly and disgusting by acting like a dick."

"Yes, I hate it, quickly hate me." Liu Yadong stuffed his woolen pants into his bag and nodded.

"No! No! Once in a while!" Luo Hai swayed his fat hand from side to side with high frequency, and hurriedly explained: "I didn't finish talking! Brother Dong, Brother Dong, I was wrong! Brother Dong!"

Hu Ziqiang put the card into the little book and took it out again.The book is a comic strip version of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and the cover is wrinkled like an old face. He thought that putting the pair of papayas in it meant humiliating the sages with their beauty, "Your spine is really soft."

"That's why I envy you for being tough!"

"You?" Hu Ziqiang made an inconceivable expression, and then gently let go: "It must be without me." Lan Zhou laughed but didn't say anything.

"I always feel," said Luo Hai, with his head lowered, "you are like the hero Yang Guo in Condor Heroes."

The hero has no father and no mother, and is destined to wander, half of which is the original burden, and half of the love of his sons and daughters.But it's human nature to be in the same league. It's okay to think about it when you are a child. No normal person wants to be a hero.There are also a few people who are loyal and courageous even when their mother's family is ruined.

Liu Yadong stuffed the martial arts training diary, teacups, Dieda pills, half a bag of soybean milk powder, and other miscellaneous things into the bag, and finally zipped it up fiercely.On the top there is only a hanging button lamp without a shade, and there is a circle of iridescent light outside the lamp, hanging with spider threads, the tungsten core is almost burnt, and it flashes like lightning from time to time.Leaving half of the bed uncleared, Liu Yadong lifted his legs and rolled inside, took out a paper package from under the mattress, and opened it to reveal a few collapsed cigarettes. "I almost forgot to hide it, it's not moldy yet." Liu Yadong sniffed it, flicked his tongue at Luo Hai, and said, "Come down and put on your shoes, I'll teach you how to smoke, Zhong/Nan/Hai."

"Hey." Hu Ziqiang reminded, "Cheng Weiliang was caught last time, and now I will bring someone to search the toilet with a flashlight at night."

Lan Zhou wanted to take the long-lived crabapple with him. He thought about leaving it to Luo Hai to raise, and the little thing would just wait to die.

"After checking the diary, save it until Monday." Liu Yadong put the root in his mouth, "Are we still there on the key Monday?"

Hu Ziqiang thought for a moment: "Yes."

The rough pottery pots are cumbersome, even the soil is pulled out, wrapped in plastic bags and tied tightly, and can be kept for at least three days.Lan Zhou used his hand instead of a broom and bucket, and while sweeping the dirt that was spilled on the ground, he said, "We're not here with Fatty, and let him be beaten by four people alone? It's shameless enough."

As a result, Luo Hai stood up, waved his arms and said proudly: "I love who the hell! Hit me, hit me, go! Brother Dong!"

When I went out, I stepped on the ten o'clock when the lights were turned off, and the yellow light went out in succession. A thin layer of snow reflected the skylight, so it was not so dark that I couldn't see it.The four of them walked in a row to the toilet, like a night march that had been ordered hastily issued.Lan Zhou looked back at Liu Yadong, who was looking sideways, towards Dailan's Baiju Ridge.Sushui is decorated with snow so quiet that people mistakenly think that the whole of China is so quiet.

When leaving the school quietly, Shao Jinquan drove a black Santana with a stamped pass.The sky is still cold and not bright, and the leaden ash of the gloomy sky covers the skylight.Shao Jinquan got out of the car, dressed very neatly: black jacket, black leather shoes, and black leather gloves; the collar of the collar was so crisp that it seemed to have been treated with anti-corrosion treatment, so it was not a problem to cut anyone; Backline tour.In the open space in front of Longhu School, he stood still in the snow, his complexion was blue, and he felt the sadness of being in an art gallery, and he was walking on eggshells.People are subconscious when they resist fragile things.The three of them were carrying bags and wearing coats and hats, staring at Baiqi in a daze.

Shao Jinquan approached with a smile and came alive. "I caught up with a family doing business in front of me, and it was blocked for a while. Is it freezing? Blame me." He took Liu Yadong's bag to try the weight, and asked, "That's all? A change of clothes and shoes for winter? Have you brought enough?"

"Well, there are only two jackets." Liu Yadong lowered his head, "Except for the martial arts shoes, this is the only pair on my feet."

Shao Jinquan looked along and saw that the uppers of the old floppy sneakers were chapped and scratched, but they were very clean.Glancing left and right, all three of them are like this.The reason for polishing the shoes so brightly may be very simple: to go to a new place to meet people you don’t know, no matter how shabby you are, you still need to show your face.He took off his gloves without asking for permission, and stroked the backs of the necks of the three of them one by one with his palms. "I'll help you buy new ones when you're ready to wear them." Taking back the gloves, he asked again, "Is there any little classmate out there to give away?"

Lan Zhou touched the back of his neck and said, "I didn't call him until I woke up."

Shao Jinquan smiled: "Afraid of crying?" Pointing to the two crabapple plants, he said: "Are you still carrying the flowers?"

Lan Zhou smiled and didn't answer, so he didn't continue to ask, and picked up three bags: "Put this in the trunk, let's go."

No one looked back at the four copper characters "Dragon and Tiger Martial Arts School".One is to be bored here, to be tired here, to hate eating Wuzhishan fried dough sticks, and there is nothing reluctant to part with it; the other is to guard against boys, and let a documentary about juvenile delinquency be released. He pretended to look at the juvenile prison, shed tears when the scene was over, and hugged the prison guard tightly.Longhu is not a juvenile management office, so it can't be so fake.The three sat in the back row, with the door closed against the cold wind.Shao Jinquan put down the handbrake and drove forward.

Chunming couldn't bear the rubber jacket that tightly squeezed her head and face, couldn't bear being an ugly monster, couldn't bear the pain of peeling off the dressing on her skin, couldn't bear the stinky/bitch/bitch scorned by her daughter, she went to the dermatology department of the county hospital. He jumped down from the sixth floor with his head down, splashing a pool of red and white.Lu Weitou was detained in the police station and hadn't been arraigned yet. The old lady put up 12 energy and calmly took care of the trivial matters with her crying granddaughter.The amount Tan Shouping gave was not small for her, she just had to bother to stop people talking.The road was blocked because of an argument.The white paper hanging hanging from the street door of her house floated to the left neighbor's house. The left neighbor tore the paper hanging into four and threw it back early in the morning: "Unlucky, it's just a fox."

The old lady was still dressed in grape ashes. She picked up the scraps of paper and squinted and said, "Maybe yours doesn't want to touch it? My house doesn't even like it." The left neighbor was furious: "Damn it! I’ve never seen it before! Bring the girl, let’s change the family’s surname to Pan!” The old lady took the wind and slapped her face.If the pinch is too big, two families will be pinched out, civil and military leaders will fight, and they will be clustered together with colorful wreaths.

Shao Jinquan pressed the brakes and slid past the crowd. Hu Ziqiang said "Hey" when someone was shoved against the car door.The three of them looked out, identifying the familiar faces in a flash of confusion.After identifying Huang Dexiong, he drove home after the night shift, and got involved in the fight, but was grabbed by the front of his shirt and sprayed with saliva for no reason.Like a school of fish in a whirlpool, the people looked ferocious, flapping their tails and fins one after another, pushing each other.In a huge river, there are always fish that can escape. If they are lucky enough to go downstream, or migrate, they will always be involved in a whirl.

The white steam in his mouth blurred the car window, and Liu Yadong frowned, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable.He has felt inferior and humble for countless times in his life so far, but his own misfortune is also one of them.

Under the rearview mirror, strings of water-headed peanuts hung dangling.Shao Jinquan glanced in the rearview mirror, turned on the car CD in the car, and adjusted the volume.Pirated discs have already filled the streets, ten yuan a piece comes with tertiary movies, and the Internet is on the rise again. Buying genuine discs is really stupid.He doesn't like heavy metal rock and roll, just like pushing hemp, decorating, and practicing the violin, it often forces him to return to his old career with a Thunderbolt.Only the singer Wen Qi introduced to him, he could listen to it, and then he liked it and was fascinated.He thought that he would quit in the future, and would change to a Land Rover with a large row, drive to the deserted roads and wilderness, watch the rotten twilight, and listen to him to cleanse his soul.

Liu Yadong rested his arms across the bridge of his nose, Lan Zhou closed his eyes against the back of the chair, and Hu Ziqiang stared at Zhang Wenchun's face.

I once dreamed of walking the world with a sword and seeing the prosperity of the world.

After hearing this, Liu Yadong also listened to Zhang Chu and Cui Jian in the next few decades, but they were not as good as his preference for Xu Wei.Xu Wei is a real prodigal son and a real poet. It can't be said that he has made a fortune, but he has a high spirit.Liu Yadong likes him as a person flowing like water, wide and narrow, unable to pinch him seven inches.Liu Yadong felt that he could still treat Xu Wei as a teacher. He had never expected that during his most exciting year, Xu Wei was no longer impassioned, irritable, depressed, and returned to nature with his guitar in his arms.Liu Yadong shamelessly regarded this as a kind of inheritance, as if he had punched Xu Wei at the same table and added QQ friends.

After Santana left Heping Road, Baiju Ridge was even further away. The old scenes on both sides were drawn into long exposures in the bright sky.

The world is so big, bigger than the world, sometimes it's just a dream.Liu Yadong was the first to wake up. He moved his neck and glanced out of the car window. It was already a completely strange place.Tree species camphor, Fuqiang Photocopying, Hongsifang Mobike, Gaosheng Restaurant, Yuanyuan Express Hotel, lottery station... The facades of the street are crowded, and it is very prosperous in Luogang.Turning to the other end, Hu Ziqiang was sleeping on Lanzhou's pillow, which was rarely tilted sideways.Looking forward, Shao Jinquan was holding the direction with one hand and holding a cigarette in the other.Feeling the gaze, he looked in the rearview mirror and smiled: "Wait."

"Drink, drink tea pavilion road?"

As soon as Liu Yadong moved, Lanzhou slowly tilted onto his shoulder.Liu Yadong stopped, straightened his waist, and supported his weight.She touched the back of his warm hand again, and drew a circle on it.

"Not at first." Shao Jinquan handed over three white silk flowers and three pins, "This, you can clip it to your clothes later, and don't wear that glove first." It was Hu Ziqiang who said he took off the end of the thread That pair of bay red gloves.Hu Ziqiang said that her mother kept it, and he wore it a little tight.

Li Simin held the funeral according to the standard, and the teahouse dispatched a minibus early in the morning, carrying some relatives and old friends, which was quite deserted.It's a pity that Li Simin is gone. No one thought that his 1.8-meter boy could get lymphoma cancer. After a month of diagnosis, he became emaciated, with dense sarcoma on his neck, and a bumpy face. There are only two dark eyes left, and the hair is also stripped.Wu Qimeng made him a melon skin-shaped hat, which looked like a Manchurian Baylor, so Wu Qimeng called him "Brother Min".Li Simin disappeared after three months of treatment, and he only turned 25 the next month.

When it was said that she was about to die, the little girls in the nurse's station of the county hospital all secretly shed tears.Li Simin was tall and handsome, and he would bow his head to thank the nurse every time he had an injection, and finally smiled wearily.Which girl doesn't like this?" The head nurse looks like Siqin Gaowa from Xiaozhuang, with a very blessed mole between her eyebrows. She gave Li Simin an amulet and said, those who have been consecrated on Mount Jiuhua, bless you It's safe and sound, it's cured, sister, let me introduce you to a beautiful girlfriend.Li Simin asked for the amulet to hang on the bedside, smiled and shook his head and said, I'll take the things, forget about the girlfriend, I can't support myself.

During the rescue the day before yesterday, huge instruments were pushed into the room, people in white clothes poured in, and the door slammed shut, blocking the bridge of life and death.Tu Wen stuck to Motorola, spit spattering in his mouth: "Wu Adi, you fucking son of a bitch, come back soon!" Hou Aisen hoarsely asked him to stop shouting at the hospital, Wu Qimeng scolded back: "Daddy, come back, Then you fucking tell that son-of-a-bitch Li Simin not to order any potstickers!"

"Eat shit! Fuck/Your mother!" Tu Wen's voice trembled.Like melted grease, he slid down against the wall and cried, "I'm dying! I'm still eating shit! Come back!"

Wu Qimeng hated him so much, he didn't see him for the last time because of a bite of pot stickers, and even dropped his small mobile phone.

Li Zhiqiang was formerly retired from the army, and his fate was as hard as his name, and he was repeatedly broken and repeated. Li Simin counted as having one biological mother and three younger mothers.Li Zhiqiang defended his family and the country, resented Li Simin's dishonest behavior, and severed his father-son relationship with him long ago.Tu Wen called several times to report the funeral in Moshi Town, but Li Zhiqiang didn't believe it, and said, "Death is good, let the grandson die! It has nothing to do with me." In the same night, he rode a Dalmo to Shimo Town.He had short, scorched hair and a coiled dragon on the back of his neck. Li Zhiqiang saw that he didn't look like a good thing, so he chased him with a sledge.Tu Wen ran wildly along Mijia Shuidian, ripped off the black cloth on the portrait, and yelled, "Believe it or not! If you don't die, I will paint his portrait and spend money to play! Lymphatic cancer, you know lymphatic cancer! You are cruel! Fuck!" ! Your son is lonely and not as long as you, are you old?!" Li Zhiqiang believed it when he saw the face that was very similar to himself on the portrait, and then he stopped suddenly and fainted.Before he came in the morning, he was still lying in the county hospital hanging from the water, beating the bed, crying for regret, and calling for my son.

The county funeral parlor is small, there are only two memorial halls, and only one drum band. You have to queue up to eat and go to the toilet, and you have to queue up for the memorial service.Hou Aisen stuffed a piece of Furong Wang Ruanlan with [-] cash tickets from the steward, so he came to the top of the list.

Shao Jinquan stopped the car, turned his head and said, "Wait a minute, I'll call you in later."

Liu Yadong and his party stood in front of the hall door, dazed for a while.Hu Ziqiang doesn't shy away from seeing white again early in the morning, but at least he has to tell him who died.He swallowed saliva and rubbed his eyes: "Don't say yes... a teahouse?"

Lan Zhou pinned the silk flower, fiddled with Zheng Zheng, and said, "Maybe you can trick us into becoming a slave worker."

"No way!" Hu Ziqiang raised his eyebrows.

Liu Yadong and Lan Zhou laughed at the side.There was a car honking behind him, several black mulberries approached, and the three of them gave way.The car stopped slowly, the door opened and some men and women in black belt flowers got out.