The train rolled by, and Li Muye's eyes were dull as he watched the puffing green train take his sister to the far south. My sister finally got her wish and left the city. In that home, there is no one worth caring about for me. Thinking of this, Li Muye tightened his grip on the sharp knife hidden in his waist.
Li Muye is not an orphan. He has a wild father. He accidentally beat someone to death and ran away twelve years ago and never came back. There was also a mother, but when she remarried for the second time, she left her two siblings behind and never came back. Li Muye was eight years old that year, the age when he was running around the streets barefoot and not knowing what love was and what hate was.
Although there is temporary sadness, there is no long-term melancholy.
The mother who always believed that her heart was as high as the sky and her destiny was as thin as paper. The most common thing she did was complain about the unfairness of life. She spent almost all her time lamenting the fate of beauties and being self-pitying, so she didn't leave much warmth in Li Mu's ambition. memory.
Five years later, her sister Li Muyuan left the city in the same way.
This time, it's different from last time.
His elder sister, who is eight years older, has taken care of Li Muye for five years. It was during this time that the ignorant, enthusiastic and cheerful child grew into a sensitive, strong and withdrawn young man. The year her mother remarried, she was only sixteen years old. In order to take care of Li Muye, she dropped out of school early and became the girlfriend of the deputy director's son against her will. Relying on this relationship, I joined the factory and worked as a temporary worker. At a young age, I wore the hat of a broken shoe.
It has been five years of hell that are hard to look back on, at least for my sister. She left with scars all over her heart and body to avoid the entanglement of that playboy, and to say goodbye to the hellish life of endless beatings and scoldings, abortions, begging for forgiveness, beatings and scoldings, abortions again.
Therefore, Li Muye does not blame his sister for making the same choice as his mother, he only blames Li Muyuan for leaving too late.
The sharply polished knife was hidden close to the flesh, stimulating Li Muye's nerves. The winter in the north was very cold, but it couldn't be colder than his heart. At this moment, he suddenly understood that the feeling of having a heart as cold as a knife turned out to be more than just a novelist's description.
He was only thirteen years old, so he would be lying if he said he wasn't afraid. Even though he had been planning this for two years, when he finally decided to take action, he still couldn't help but shiver in his heart. Although he was scared, he didn't want to look back. He was scared, but he was even more angry.
In the movie The Two Heroes, the killer Xiaozhuang once said that no girl is born willing to be humble, and no man is born willing to grow up to be a killer.
The neighbors in the family area of the factory are right, dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, the daughter of a bitch is still a bitch, and the son of a murderer should be a murderer.
In the words of Zhang Na's mother, this is fate, you have to accept it.
Zhang Na's mother is a very good person. It is said that she had a close relationship with her wild father when she was young. In the past few years, she was the only one who still missed the Li Muye siblings. Zhang Na is Li Muye's childhood friend, playmate, girl, outside school counselor, angel, supplier of boiled eggs and various snacks, and maybe also the lover of his dreams.
The front gate of the factory is a commercial street called Lao Qianmen. Li Muye sat among the trees beside the road. The flow of bicycles going to work and the haze from burning coal obscured his small figure. He was very inconspicuous, like a fox preparing to ambush.
On Laoqianmen Street, Gao Xiaosong had just come out of the factory store, holding a cigarette, two bottles of wine and some cooked food in his hands, and was about to start a new day of gathering friends to eat, drink, whore and gamble. Li Muye hurried up to meet him. Gao Xiaosong saw him and called him "brother-in-law" without warning. Just when he was about to ask why your sister didn't come, he suddenly felt a chill in his abdomen. He suddenly realized that he had been stabbed.
Li Muye made a decisive move, and the sharp knife penetrated the jacket outside and the cotton-padded jacket inside, directing the cold air into Gao Xiaosong's abdominal cavity.
Blood spurted out, and when the pain hit him, he saw the sharp knife in Li Muye's hand. The tip of the knife was sharp, and the triangular blade was stained with his blood. He was once again beaten by this little kid who was used to being yelled at and scolded by him. The cub was put into his belly. This time, the position was on the upper left side. When the knife penetrated, he felt no pain, only a deep chill surged into his heart. He dropped what he was holding, raised his fist angrily, but put it down feebly. The hot blood spurting out of his chest took away what little strength he had left.
"It's so damn cold." At the last moment when he fell, he used all his strength to grab Li Muye's clothes, raised his face and said, "I thought that even if we are not relatives, at least we are not enemies."
Li Muye looked at Gao Xiaosong indifferently, took back the corner of his clothes, and let him fall to the ground, leaving only twitching and dying struggles, much like a dead dog. I remembered that two years ago, when the big stupid Northeastern dog I adopted was killed and eaten by this man and a group of gangsters, he looked at me with the same eyes before he died.
It turns out that some human lives are not much more valuable than dog lives.
This knife had been practiced many times on the dummy painted on the tree. Judging from the records in the surgical medical manual published in 1991, with such a cut and such a large amount of bleeding, this guy was probably hopeless. Young age, ferocious eyes. Suffering can sometimes make a person mature prematurely, and sometimes it can turn a person into a devil. In this matter, age is not the key, nature and experience are the fundamental factors that determine the direction of destiny.
"You beat me and scolded me, and you also took care of me from being beaten and scolded by others, so I don't hate you because of this." Li Muye knelt down and said close to Gao Xiaosong's ear: "But you shouldn't hit me My sister, you should thank my sister for putting up with you for one more year!" Then he said: "Or you should regret that you missed the opportunity to correct your mistakes this year."
Gao Xiaosong made a painful roaring sound in his throat. Blood overflowed from the corners of his lips and filled his mouth. He didn't even have the strength to shout for help.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, there were few pedestrians on the street, and what happened here had attracted the attention of several people. Li Muye stood up calmly, pulled out the sharp knife from Gao Xiaosong's body, wiped off the blood on the blade, and stuffed it back into his waist.
The tip of the knife was still warm, and Li Muye suddenly felt that this winter was not so cold anymore. The blood is already burning.
He quickly returned home, and while packing his bags, he saw a wedding photo of his parents that his sister had collected. His mother was wearing a red cotton-padded jacket, and his father was wearing blue overalls. Their faces were filled with longing for a new life.
What an ironic scene!
Li Muye thought that the son of a mouse who was born from a dragon and a phoenix could indeed dig holes. The wild father had been on the run for twelve years, killing people, and now it was his turn.
The fire lit up and the photo was reduced to ashes. The remaining ashes have been scattered, and this home is as cold as before, with nothing left to miss.
Li Muye looked at the time and estimated that Gao Xiaosong's body was already hard at this time. I heard an old gangster on the street say that in this case, after receiving the report, the police station needs to interview witnesses, investigate social relations, and report to the criminal police team of the branch. A series of actions all take time. These times are your chance to escape.
There is nothing of value in this home, and very little worth taking away. In the end, Li Muye only brought three things with him: a book of Mao Zedong, a photo of his sister, and an old Shanghai watch that his sister left for him.
Mao Xuan was one of the five books given by Zhang Na when the school organized a book donation event. This one was in the best condition and had Zhang Na's fragrance, so I kept it. At this time, Zhang Na must be sitting in the classroom, wearing the down jacket that her father reportedly bought from Hong Kong. Although I have worn it for two winters, it is still the most fashionable piece in school. As good looking as she is.
I really wanted to go to school and take a peek at her, but I couldn't go. The old bastard said that most of the fugitives who were caught were caught by the police who were squatting in the trap because they couldn't help but visit their relatives. Although Zhang Na is not considered a relative of hers, she is her childhood sweetheart and rumored girlfriend.
Walking along the railway to the train station, I selected a freight train with a south-facing train and climbed aboard quietly. There are police officers on board the bus. A single boy without a ticket can easily get into trouble for checking tickets. With a murder case on his back, it will be difficult to escape once he gets entangled. The last time I went to the south with my sister to evade fares, we were sent back by the police like this.
Half an hour later, the truck completed loading and started moving slowly. At this time, Li Muye was shocked to discover that this train was actually heading north. Seeing the southbound car being abandoned alone on the railway track, Li Muye felt like crying. Now he was on the verge of an arrow and had no intention of turning back, so he had no choice but to sit for one stop and then find a chance to get off. The north wind was biting, so he subconsciously tightened his collar, chose a car with leeward wind, and got some straw bags to cover himself.
Maybe it was because he was very nervous before, but now he relaxed and fell into a deep sleep.
I don’t know how long it took and where I ended up. When I woke up, I felt a splitting headache, and in my groggy state I heard the sound of someone talking and working. My heart suddenly shook, and I stood up. My hands and feet suddenly felt sore and numb, and I felt a little disobedient. It took him a while to regain his sense of movement. Only then did he choose to jump off the train in the opposite direction to the voice.
The original plan was to go to Hong Kong and explore the world, like the killer Xiao Zhuang or Xiao Ma in A Better Tomorrow, and follow a path of bloodshed. But now I sadly found that I got on the wrong train and ran away from the Oriental Pearl Tower that I dreamed of, and ran to the city in front of me further north.
This is a very large station. Looking at the number of railway tracks, you can tell that it is not comparable to the station in my hometown. The nearest larger city to the north from my hometown is Tongliao. Li Muye was good at geography, and the sign at the station confirmed his conjecture.
The waiting room at the station is large and filled with the aroma of food. Li Muye felt that he might be sick. His head kept feeling dizzy and his stomach was making a revolution. I touched my pocket and found dozens of dollars left by my sister.
After hesitating for a while, I finally bought a fried cake for one dollar. Just as I put it to my mouth and took a bite, Leng Buding reached out with a hand from behind, snatched the fried cake and ran away. Li Muye turned around and saw that it was a young man about the same size as himself, with unkempt hair and a dirty face. He had already gotten into the exit of the station holding half a pancake.
Li Muye glanced at the remaining half of the pancake in his hand, and did not chase the boy. He silently stuffed the remaining portion into his mouth, not even caring about savoring the fragrant taste, so he chewed hard and swallowed it. This is a lesson. When you have food on hand, you should swallow it as soon as possible to avoid a long night with too many dreams.
There is a man arranging a mess in the square at the entrance of the station. A group of people were watching. The person who was arranging the endgame was a middle-aged man in a black jacket and leather cotton trousers with a sinister face. He sat there in silence. There was a cardboard in front of him. It said red first, black first, fifty for each game. .
Chess has always been Li Muye's favorite. The reason why the knowledgeable old guy on the street was willing to talk to him so much was because Li Muye was really good at playing chess. With a young mind, attention is easily attracted. This is a very common endgame. There are more than a dozen options at the beginning that are all deceptive tricks.
Among the onlookers was a man with glasses, who was speaking straight out of his chest, frothing at the corners of his mouth. He firmly believes that Hongzi can make Heizi surrender within five steps. The number of moves he pointed out is a very common trap, and even better chess players can spot the clues. Someone next to him was unconvinced and put forward a rebuttal. The guy suddenly blushed and started arguing with the person fiercely. In the end, he insisted on dragging the person to compete with him.
The person who set up the endgame said, you can play chess if you want, but first give me the game fee. As for how much money you play per game, that's your business. The man with glasses handed him a hundred-dollar bill that four old men had lined up without hesitation. The onlookers who were irritated by the man with glasses also paid one hundred yuan.
When Li Muye saw this, he wanted to remind the onlooker, but when he remembered what the old bastard once said, when you go out, it is better to do less than to do more. He hesitated for a moment and said nothing. What happened next was as expected. The onlookers fought with the man with glasses. After three steps, the man with glasses suddenly thought for a long time and went against the move he had shouted out before. He changed his moves and defeated the onlookers. The one hundred yuan was paid. Water drifts.
The onlookers suddenly realized that they had been fooled, but when they wanted to regret it, they found that several guys among the people watching the fun were looking at him with unkind eyes, so they had to shrink their necks and leave.
"This chess is too simple." A short middle-aged man with a mustache came to the chess game. The words were loud and the one who started the mess was startled at first, but then his boastfulness exposed his true nature.
As expected, the man with glasses jumped out to argue with this guy. This guy spoke with a thick southern accent and pointed at the chessboard to argue. After a few words, the man with glasses brought up a plate. Mustache agreed without any sign of weakness, and the rules were still the same. The two of them each gave one hundred yuan to settle the game, and agreed that the winner would take away one hundred and fifty yuan.
Li Muye watched helplessly as Mustache lost five games in a row and paid five hundred yuan in tuition in vain, but it seemed that he had not learned his lesson at all. Suddenly I remembered another sentence that the old bastard said. When you are out, whether you are eating raw rice to rob the road or leading a donkey to set up a trap, you must remember to leave a way for people on the journey to escape.
These people who set up a trap obviously violated the moral principles of the world.
A young man's blood is always warm. Li Muye suddenly felt that he should remind Mustache. He quietly came behind Mustache, pretending to be very involved in watching, and quietly wrote the word "liar" on the back of Mustache with his finger.
Mustache seemed not to notice, and instead of showing any intention of backing down, he increased the stakes. Suddenly he took out a pile of hundred-dollar bills and counted them. There were thirty of them. His face was red, like a gambler who was desperate to lose, and he stared at the man with glasses angrily: "How about we have a big one at the end?"
The bespectacled man hesitated for a moment, then quietly glanced at the person who was causing trouble. The latter's little finger made an imperceptible nod. The bespectacled man immediately took out all the money he had, and borrowed some from two 'friends' beside him. Finally, he collected three thousand yuan, and together with the mustache, handed the money to the mess-maker.
The fight started again. The mustache wiped away the stick-like appearance before, and the man with glasses was put into a long test as soon as he got started. Five steps later, the situation was very clear. The bespectacled man was completely defeated and still struggled to his death unwillingly. The mustache took advantage of the victory and pursued it, killing him with every move, and finally killed the man with glasses on the fifteenth step.
Everyone was dumbfounded, especially the two so-called friends, the poser and the man with glasses.
Li Muye also came to his senses at this time. The man leading the donkey encountered a master in the world who was pretending to be a donkey and eating the tiger. These people were in trouble.
The person who arranged the situation handed over the six thousand yuan to Mustache as promised in full view of everyone. But he quietly winked at the person next to him. Mustache took the money calmly, then suddenly grabbed a chess piece, held it in his left hand, raised a finger on his right hand, and drilled a hole into the hard wooden chess piece like an electric drill. Then, under the stunned gazes of the people who set up the situation, he stood up, patted the dumbfounded Li Muye, and said: "Little boy, you have betrayed others' background, and you are still standing here waiting to make a living?" (End of this chapter) )