The summer night wind brought annoying heat and went into the chest through the mouth and nose, making people feel depressed from the skin to the bone marrow. Wen Liang slowly walked out of the alley, holding the wall, looking at the suddenly open road in front of him, and let out a long breath.
Although the places on his body where he was beaten still hurt, it was still within the tolerable range. Wen Liang at this time was naturally much more resilient than a sixteen-year-old boy. He pressed his thumb, index finger and middle finger in a fan shape on the wound, massaging clockwise and counterclockwise with sometimes three points of force and sometimes five points of force. In a short while, the pain was relieved a little.
This was a method taught to him by a middle-aged teacher he met by chance in a dojo in Beijing after graduating from university. It was very effective in reducing swelling and removing blood stasis. Later, Wen Liang learned that this middle-aged man was a master of internal martial arts, but he could only go to the Taekwondo gym to take classes to make a living. There was nothing he could do about it. The learning conditions of internal martial arts were harsh, and the effects were very slow. Without years of perseverance, it was impossible to learn anything. Wen Liang studied with his teacher for more than a year, but he only understood the basics. He didn't learn much real kung fu, but he was very skilled in using some practical tricks.
Standing on the streets of Qingzhou in 1995, Wen Liang still couldn't believe what was happening. Low buildings, dilapidated streets, and white tile walls that were still shiny in the night. There was no hustle and bustle of bright lights in the future, no noise of traffic and people coming and going, and two rows of tall plane trees made hoarse hums in the night wind. Occasionally, a few shirtless men walked by drinking Qinggong beer and shouting, and the little girls standing under the street lights on the roadside suddenly laughed wildly.
Qingzhou is still as beautiful as ever.
Silently identifying the direction, Wen Liang walked towards home. At this time, his father should be curled up on the sofa, holding the latest documents to study domestic policy trends. As the deputy director of the Policy Research Office of the Municipal Party Committee, he was ranked last in the party group and was marginalized. His status at home can be imagined. His mother must be watching TV while scolding him for visiting his boss more often. Thinking of his parents, Wen Liang smiled slightly, and his staggering steps became lighter.
After turning a few alleys and passing Dongjie Hutong, I suddenly saw a black Santana parked on the side of the road. A woman in a black suit was leaning over the hood of the car and vomiting. Her long hair was hanging by her ears, and her exquisitely crafted uniform made her figure look exquisite.
Wen Liang whistled quietly and walked past the woman. She lowered her head, so her appearance could not be seen, but she should not be more than 30 years old. At this time, a young man walked out from another alley about ten meters ahead. He was about 1.7 meters tall, wearing military green shorts, flip-flops, a white vest on his shoulders, a cigarette in his mouth, and a "Yimian hair" that the gangsters like most nowadays. In 1995, "Young and Dangerous" was released. After being spread through video halls all over the mainland, it caused a huge sensation. It is said that people on Qingzhou Road even organized groups to watch the movie, which greatly condensed their fighting power and centripetal force.
Wen Liang didn't want to cause trouble, and he didn't have the ability to do so with his small body. This road was not a main road and there were no pedestrians. He lowered his head slightly and passed by the young man. He put his right hand into his trouser pocket, touched the only 5 yuan in his pocket, and prepared himself to be blackmailed.
But the strange thing was that the young man walked past without stopping, without even glancing over. What surprised Wen Liang even more was that he felt the young man seemed to be trembling with nervousness.
nervous
There is a popular saying in Qingzhou: "In the daytime, they are decent people, but behind the scenes, they are thieves and prostitutes. The big boss is the king of Qingzhou, and the small hooligans are cockroaches at night." If we don't do some work when the time is right, it would be an insult to the hooligans' career.
Wen Liang couldn't suppress his curiosity and turned his head to take a look. With his extremely sharp eyes honed in later life, he immediately noticed that the young man walked very stiffly and even limped a few times.
Hmm? Wen Liang walked forward more than 20 meters in confusion, and his face suddenly changed color. He finally remembered that it was tonight, right here, that a sensational rape case happened. Zuo Yuxi, the youngest deputy director-general of the Qingzhou Municipal Education Bureau, was raped by a social youth on his way home from a reception banquet. Later, a passerby discovered the case and called the police, and the rapist was caught on the spot. With Zuo Yuxi's background, the case could have been compressed to the smallest scope. The reason why it was so noisy at the time was said to be because there happened to be an amateur photography enthusiast among the passers-by who took a few photos. Later, the photos became effective evidence for the police to convict. Later, the photos were circulated through some unknown channel, and the clarity was surprisingly high...
The result is predictable. Rumors spread all over Qingzhou overnight, and various versions of the story circulated among government agencies and the public. Zuo Yuxi first resigned from his administrative position, then left the education system, but eventually died because he could not withstand the pressure. The rapist also committed suicide in the detention center.
In his previous life, Wen Liang was young and ignorant, so how could he pay attention to social news? The only reason he remembered this incident was because his father warned him not to go out at night the next day. He learned about the situation and found out that on the same night, a few streets away, a woman suffered a more cruel humiliation than him.
He was merely deprived of a little boy's self-esteem, but that man was deprived of his right to survive.
Wen Liang stopped and clenched his fists fiercely. His frail 16-year-old body didn't feel any strength at all. It was undoubtedly wishful thinking to want to stop a professional who was struggling in the market.
Call the police
In an era when there were no telephones, no mobile phones, and even no 201 recharge cards, calling the police was a technical job. Wen Liang had lived in Qingzhou for 20 years and had never bothered the police. He didn't even know where the nearest police station was.
Looking for someone
The whole road was empty except for me, the woman and the young man, and there were only the stars above and the reflections under the lights. I really don't know where the passers-by mentioned in the newspaper are. If Wen Liang hadn't just been reborn and was a little confused and lost his way, he wouldn't have passed through Dongjie Hutong.
A low cry came from behind, and Wen Liang turned around suddenly, only to see a pair of beautiful long legs kicking constantly beside the car. The high heels left two shallow marks on the ground and disappeared from the boy's sight.
There, there is a narrow dead end!
Wen Liang finally made up his mind and looked around. Not far ahead, there was indeed a large pile of construction waste. Wen Liang knew a little about this. In 1995, Qingzhou was in the early stages of urban reconstruction. In order to save costs, some construction companies secretly loaded construction waste into pickup trucks or tricycles at night and dumped it in a remote place in the city. Often, when residents went out early in the morning, they found a large pile of cement dust, brick scraps, broken steel bars and other garbage at their doorsteps or not far away. It has almost become the psoriasis of Qingzhou, just like the small advertisements. The alley where Gu Wenyuan and Mu Shanshan fought Wen Liang just now also had two such piles of garbage. Later, the Qingzhou Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government ordered five functional departments to jointly manage it for a long time, and it was not until 1996 that there was a slight improvement.
Now, in Wen Liang's eyes, these garbage were like a thief's egg knife. Without hesitation, he ran over quickly, picked up two half-meter long steel bars from them, clenched them tightly in his hands, and turned back.
Tonight in the last life, I lost my future, and you lost your dazzling life.
At this moment in this life, I have the right to write the future, so let me give you the glory you deserve! (To be continued)