His eyes were fixed on me, with a strange look in his eyes.
We looked at each other for a few seconds!
But this was not the time to talk, there were several gunshots outside, I watched him shoot a few times violently at once, and then threw the gun away, it seemed that the bullets had run out.
I had already run to the window and pulled off the curtain, then opened the window, wrapped the curtain around the window sill, then turned around and lowered my voice and hurriedly said, "Let's go!"
He glanced at the window sill, immediately understood what I meant, and yelled a few words, he actually spoke Vietnamese! Then he shook the wheelchair and quickly slid to the window. I helped him up, and he hung himself on my shoulders...
The curtains are only two meters long, but that's enough. After all, this place is only on the second floor, so I pulled the curtain and slid down. The man couldn't stand on his legs, and still hung his arms on my shoulders. Then he quickly pointed to a car that was listening under the electronic car washing equipment of the nearby car wash shop.
I understood, supported him, and the two staggered and ran over to open the car door.
The man took the initiative to sit in the co-pilot's seat, then opened the storage box in front of the car, took out a revolver from inside, and quickly took out the key from his pocket and threw it to me.
When I started the car, the Vietnamese above had spotted us running through the window and immediately chased us down. I saw a man running down the stairs, and before he got down the stairs, he raised his gun and shot at the windshield in front of me!
"Fuck!" I cursed, and immediately lowered my body. At this moment, there was another Vietnamese man who jumped out of the window and blocked the door of the car dealership, also holding a gun.
I gritted my teeth, cursed, put in reverse gear and stomped on the gas pedal!
With a buzzing sound, the car slammed backwards like a beast, and I heard a muffled bang. From the side-view mirror, I saw that the Vietnamese was hit head-on by the parking space! Then roll aside...
I quickly reversed the car onto the street, and then slammed the steering wheel. The car made a standard elegant movement on the spot, turned a circle, and passed the position on the street. I was about to accelerate and leave, but the man said loudly: "Wait!"
He pushed the car door open, and then with a revolver in his hand, he shot fiercely at the car dealership. The Vietnamese people inside quickly avoided, but at this time, he aimed the gun at the person hit by my car just now. The guy rolling on the ground.
boom!
A bullet was accurately shot in the head of the Vietnamese on the ground, immediately ending his life.
"Drive!" He said to me quickly, and then quickly spit at the body of the dead Vietnamese, and a string of words popped out of his mouth.
I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, it should be in Vietnamese, the pronunciation seems to be: Du, Lang Xiandi, very stuffy!
…
"Who are you? You are not AB Boy, you are a purebred Chinese." The car drove out of a street, and he asked me.
Before I could answer, I heard him shout angrily, "Where are you going! Left, left! Left! There are cameras and patrols ahead in this direction! Left!"
I listened to his words and quickly pulled the steering wheel to the left, and then the car drove into a remote road. The road had some potholes and uneven ground, but it was really quiet.
"How do I drive next?" I asked him.
"Go straight, turn right at the next intersection..." He squinted his eyes and began to look at me, his tone became calmer and less irritable: "You... you are not a local?"
"No." I concentrated on driving, I felt a little uncomfortable driving this kind of car: "I just landed."
I bite the word "ashore" very hard. He said "oh", looked at me sideways for a while, and said solemnly: "The sentence you said to me in the room just now... that sentence..."
"It was Fang Dahai who asked me to come to you." I told him frankly: "I got into trouble in China, and Fang Dahai arranged for me to come here so that I could find you."
I saw a change in the expression on his face, he looked straight at me for a few seconds, and finally laughed out loud, ignoring that I was driving, stretched out his hand and patted my shoulder hard a few times, and said with a big smile, "Okay! Fatty Fang! Sure enough, there is a chance for me to repay his favor! Good boy! I think it was good for you to reach out just now... Where did you come from?"
"Nanjing." I answered him: "My name is Chen Yang... Are you Uncle Qi?"
Uncle Qi raised his eyebrows: "I am." He pondered for a while: "Nanjing... You are not from the army, are you?"
"No." I answered honestly.
"Well, I said it doesn't look like it. Your kid's hand gesture with a gun looks like a rookie." He had a smile on his face and looked a little excited: "Keep going to the right... well, what do you do in Nanjing? ?”
I sighed, and roughly said some of the troubles I encountered. Before I came, the fat man told me when he was chatting with me, telling me not to hide anything and say what I have, so that it would be good for me. Because the brothers on the road pay attention to heart-to-heart and frankness. If you are not honest with others, then others will not be honest with you.
If there is something you can’t say or don’t want to say, you should also tell them clearly that you can’t say it, and you must not make up lies to deceive people, because if you deceive your brother, people will not treat you as your own in the future.
After listening to me, Uncle Seven showed a strange expression on his face, and looked at me sideways: "Did you offend those guys from Hongmen? Damn... you beat the son of a boss of the family into a eunuch..."
He stared at me with a weird expression for a long time, and finally couldn't help laughing, and then patted me hard with a grin: "Okay! You have a future! You are young and courageous! Very good! You have a future." !"
I am a little dumbfounded... Is there a future? I almost died because of this matter so many times!
But he seems to have no fear of Qing Hong, which makes me feel a little relieved.
Then he asked me a few more questions about Fatty's recent situation, and I answered them one by one. It can be seen that he and Fatty have a very good relationship. Listening to my description of Fatty's voice and smile, there is a bit of nostalgic expression on his face. While he was in a daze, I tentatively said: "Uncle Qi, just now..."
Hearing my question, Uncle Qi raised his eyebrows, and a stern look flashed across his face. Seeing that he is approaching fifty, he is still very vigorous! He said coldly: "Hmph, the Vietnamese are here for revenge. Damn, they went directly to my lair this time. It's probably because of the business deal last month that made them very upset... Damn, this is nothing to say to you." I don’t know. You just have to remember that in Canada, when you see a Vietnamese, you beat me up! And those Indians and Middle Easterners are not good things. We have deep grievances with them! But… the Vietnamese The most insidious!"
As he said that, he took out a box of magazines from under the seat, then skillfully loaded the bullets into the revolver, and quickly glanced in his hand, with a bloodthirsty smile clearly on the corner of his mouth!
I know that this kind of smile and this kind of temperament can only be possessed by those who have really fought in the hail of bullets.
Following Uncle Qi's instructions, I drove around seven times and walked through the streets to a garage. To be honest, I can't tell the direction, I don't know where I am. This is a repair shop run by a Chinese. I drove the car in directly. When the repairmen saw Uncle Qi sitting in the co-pilot, they all showed respectful smiles on their faces. Uncle Qi chatted with them a few words , and then someone pushed a wheelchair. I stood aside and looked at him. Seventh Uncle said a few words to everyone, then suddenly smiled at me, and then waved: "Boy, what are you doing in a daze? Come and push me!"
Behind the repair shop is a large warehouse. I pushed Uncle Qi's wheelchair and walked in. Along the way, I saw that the car repair workers were all Chinese, and none of them were foreigners. Everyone looked at me in amazement, but I saw that their eyes were a little evasive when they shot Uncle Qi, as if they were afraid of Uncle Qi.
In the warehouse at the back, open the door and enter into a large room with several tables. An old man of the same age as Uncle Seven was actually wearing work clothes... What makes me even more amused is that on his arms He actually wears sleeves! It's like an accountant of a state-owned enterprise in the 1980s, holding a ledger to clean up and calculate something.
Uncle Seven coughed, and the man raised his head to look at us, frowned and said, "Old Seven, why are you here..." His eyes turned on my face: "Who is this young man?"
"Chen Yang, come here, you have met Ba Ye." Uncle Qi said to me very solemnly. I am very sensible and know how to read the scene, so I immediately took a step forward and respectfully called out "Eight Lord"
This man is about fifty years old, his hair is slightly gray, his face is deeply wrinkled, he is not tall, his skin is a little fair, and his appearance is even a bit refined, but what makes my eyelids twitch is... I accidentally saw his left hand , only three fingers. But I just turned my gaze and left quickly, I know it's very impolite to look at other people's shortcomings like this.
"What Ba Ye, it's just eight fingers." He smiled, his smile was gentle, but his eyes were sharp.
"This is the boy who jumped out of the boat and got into trouble in the mainland. Fang Dahai asked him to come and find us." Uncle Qi smiled and said, "He even saved my life just now!"
"What?" Eighth Master raised his eyebrows together: "What happened to you just now?" "Vietnamese! Damn they came to my lair! It seems that what happened last month made them anxious." Seventh Uncle sighed He breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm stuck at home. If it wasn't for this kid, I would be finished." After a pause, he added: "This kid seems to be quite skilled, but unfortunately he can't play with a gun."
"Yeah." Ba Ye tapped on the table with his left hand with only three fingers, and his seemingly peaceful eyes turned around me twice... To be honest, his eyes seemed peaceful, but they really shot On the body, it makes people feel uncomfortable! That is a kind of gaze that seems to be able to see through people, a kind of scrutiny!
"Just now what did Lao Qi say about your name... well, Chen Yang, right?"
I nodded: "Just call me Xiaowu."
"Okay, you settle down with me first." He smiled: "My surname is Fang too, but I'm not related to that fatty Fang. You see, I only have eight fingers, so people outside here call I'm 'Fang Bazhi', if you want, just call me Ba Ye. At my age, I don't think I'm taking advantage of you."
He has a peaceful smile, and that kind of gentle and elegant feeling makes people feel like spring breeze...
But his temperament makes me a little uncomfortable!
Because, his demeanor, his temperament, and his demeanor are all very similar to a person!
Brother Huan!
Ba Ye pressed a button on the table, and immediately the back door opened and two men came in: "You push Uncle Qi out to rest for a while, and ask the doctor to come over and check him up." He confessed a few words in a calm tone.
Uncle Qi wanted to say something, but he and Master Ba looked at each other, glanced at me, didn't say anything, just patted my shoulder. Then two men came over respectfully and pushed him out.
My heart moved and I understood. This Eighth Master has something to say to me.
There was no expression on my face, I just looked at him quietly. He smiled slightly and pointed to a chair next to him: "Sit down."
Then he smiled at me very politely: "You wait a moment."
Immediately, he pressed the button again, and this time it was a man who came in, wearing very clean overalls, Eighth Master quickly explained: "Uncle Seven had an accident at home today, it was done by Vietnamese... I am worried about what happened last month , you check in all Chinatowns, how the news was released... communicate with several Chinese associations, and see them... um..." He glanced at me and didn't continue, but the person already understood and nodded out.
I could see that the man came in and out, whether he was walking or standing, his body was very straight, and his steps were very straight, with obvious traces of the army on his body.
Then Ba Ye sighed, walked aside, poured me a glass of water from an old thermos that looked a little rusty, and smiled and signaled that I'm not welcome.
"Xiao Wu, right?" He looked at me with a smile: "Tell me about your affairs. What kind of trouble did you get into in China?"
I pondered for a while, and repeated what I said to Uncle Qi in the car.
Ba Ye didn't open his mouth, but just listened quietly, his fingers tapped on the table lightly, once and for all, as if with some kind of strange rhythm.
Because the rhythm of his finger tapping is so strange, I couldn't help but be carried away by that rhythm a few times, and the tone of his speech changed a little.
Ba Ye smiled, sensed my discomfort, and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, this is my old problem."
Suddenly my heart moved, and I suddenly remembered that the rhythm of his tapping his fingers was according to the rhythm of an old song "Dongfanghong"!
After I finished speaking, he gently touched his eyebrows, and said slowly: "Well, according to what you said, in fact, your troubles in China are over... The people in Qinghong already thought you were dead, yes What? Someone made me a fake corpse...then you should be out of trouble."
"Yes." I shook my head, and the muscles in the corners of my eyes twitched slightly: "I'm in trouble, help me arrange for people who will make the outside world think I'm dead... Kill me too..."
Ba Ye suddenly smiled: "Okay, you don't need to explain, I understand. You are not the first, nor will you be the last." He shook his head: "But I have a question to ask you now, this question It's very important, you can answer me after you think about it."
"Good!" I nodded.
"You are now in Canada. No matter who in the country wants to leave you, his power cannot reach here, so here, no one will hunt you down. You are now safe. All I need to figure out your own thoughts " Ba Ye said slowly: "You were sent by Fatty Fang. I can tell you very clearly that Fatty Fang is our brother. We absolutely believe in the person he sent... But your own thoughts, I have to first figure out."
I look at him.
Ba Ye suddenly smiled: "You saw it at Lao Qi's house today... what we do here is not ordinary business, nor are we doing ordinary things. In other words, we are not good people! If you just want to run away Live a stable life here, so for the sake of Fatty Fang, I will find a way to get you a legal identity, give you a sum of money, let you have a legal identity in Canada, and help you find a job at the same time, Or let you start a business in Chinatown. In that case, you can live here with peace of mind, live a peaceful life, and live your life. And I guarantee that with us, you will not be bullied by others Bully."
I still didn't speak, I still looked at him quietly.
"The other way...is, you join us." Ba Ye sighed: "Fatty Fang, since he sent you here, he didn't say a word, presumably what he means is that you have to decide for yourself." But let me remind you, if you join us, you won’t be able to continue to live a peaceful life. Canada is not hell... but the same, this is not heaven either!"
I looked at him quietly, then changed my sitting position, glanced at a box of cigarettes on his desk, hesitated, and pointed: "Can I?"
"Oh, of course." Ba Ye smiled and threw the cigarette case to me.
I took out one and lit it: "I haven't smoked in the sea for a few days, I'm so suffocated."
"It's more difficult to jump into the sea, and now many people will choose to jump into the plane." Eighth Master said with a faint smile.
I know that what he said about jumping into the sea and jumping out of a plane are all slang terms, meaning smuggling by boat and smuggling by plane.
I took a breath of the cigarette, and the long-lost smell of tobacco lingered in my lungs. I couldn't help but sighed, then raised my eyes, looked straight at Ba Ye, and said solemnly: "Ba Ye! I actually thought about this question before I came here. alright."
"Yeah." He gestured for me to continue.
"Actually, in China, Big Brother Fang suggested that I go to the northwest or southwest to find a county town in a small mountainous area to live in, and then live a peaceful life as a good citizen, but I refused." I slowly spit out, watching Looking into his eyes: "I will never forget what I experienced in China in this life! I used to have my own life, a house, a family, and a woman I like... but because of..." I coughed, coughing Concealing the twitching muscles in the corners of my eyes and the expression on my face, I quickly said: "I lost everything! I was chased like a stray dog! Every day when I open my eyes, the first thing I do is to be thankful that I can live another day At the same time, I pray to God to let me continue to be lucky today! Later I realized... I was chased so badly because I was a small person! A small person with nothing! I am very good at fighting! I can fight alone Several, the night I was in Guangzhou, I went out on the long street alone with a knife, hacking a dozen of them alone! But what's the use of that? I only have one person, only one pair of hands... "I He gritted his teeth and stared at Ba Ye: "I only have one life! I don't care about trying my best... But I only have one life, and it will be gone after I fight... But the people who hunted and killed me, they have a lot of lives in their hands!"
Ba Ye didn't speak.
"I think very clearly. I don't want to find a place and hide like a mouse. I don't want to live a lifetime of incognito! I don't want to hide my head and show my tail every day, for fear that others will recognize me! I don't want to live like that!" I gritted my teeth and said: "If I was willing to live that kind of life, I wouldn't have to take such a big risk to come to Canada! I came here to make a way out, I said to myself, and I also said to the other brother... One day, I will have a good time Hikari swaggering back!!"
Ba Ye still didn't speak, but quietly took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and lit it himself.
"I almost lost everything because of this matter! I abandoned my family and wife, and what did I get..." I smiled bitterly: "What I got was a sentence of 'I'm sorry, you have to die'. As a result, I Now there is nothing, family, women, friends, work, life... nothing. Even the family relationship that I used to regard as my father and brother is gone! I ran away, fought all the way, hid all the way... There were many times when I I almost died, but I just don't want to die! I told myself, I must go back alive!"
The more I talked, the more emotional I became, and a surge of enthusiasm came to my heart. Suddenly, a passionate movie I watched when I was young popped into my mind, and I remembered a line in it that resonated seriously with me at this moment!
"I must go back! It's not because I want to prove that I can do it, but because I want others to know! What I lost, I will definitely get it back with my own hands!!!"