Black Mercedes, E350, license plate number: Zhang A99999, the license plate is domineering, and you can’t buy it with money in Zhangzhou.
It was Qiu Zhen's car.
Lu Qiang stood holding the car door for a while, when the cold wind came in, the driver was impatient and urged: "Are you going to sit or not?"
He looked back, gestured with his hand, and slammed the car door.
The driver cursed inside, stepped on the gas pedal, coaxed the dust to drive away.
Lu Qiang stopped on the spot for a moment, then raised his legs to go in that direction.
The window of the car was dark, and the whole picture could not be seen clearly from the outside, only human figures shaking, more than one person. Before getting closer, the thick and slightly crazy subwoofer gradually replaced the howling cold wind, and the car body vibrated with the rhythm.
Lu Qiang put his elbows on the roof of the car and knocked on the passenger glass twice.
Not long after, the car window was lowered halfway, and deafening music rushed to the face. He turned his head slightly, bowed to look inside, and there was a low-cut girl sitting in the co-pilot, who was still only wearing stockings and a thin shirt in the cold weather, and her face with heavy makeup could not hide her real age, only ten or twenty age.
She frowned slightly, and rushed away impatiently: "Go, send the small advertisement elsewhere."
After speaking, he was about to raise the car window, halfway up, Lu Qiang raised his hand to hold it down, and glanced at her, his gaze fell on the driver's seat. Qiu Zhen folded his legs on the steering wheel, half lying down, looking out of the window on his side, his eyes unblinking, his thoughts seemed to be empty, and he didn't care about what happened here at all.
Lu Qiang moved his gaze a little, and what he saw was facing the gate of the community, which was nearly fifty meters away, so he couldn't see it very clearly.
This lasted for a few seconds, when the girl saw that Lu Qiang was not moving, she straightened up furiously: "You are fucking sick, you didn't hear what you said, go away."
The sound overwhelmed the stereo, Qiu Zhen was shocked and moved his feet slightly.
Lu Qiang raised his chin: "I'm looking for him."
"When you are the head of state, whoever you want to talk to," the girl smashed his hand with the phone, and said aggressively, "Who are you? Where did you get out? Get started, hurry up..."
Lu Qiang was not angry, he raised his eyelids and looked in through a small gap. His forehead was lined with shallow lines due to his movements, his lips were slightly drawn, his eyes were calm, without any emotion.
There was an ear-piercing scream in the car, the girl's hair was pulled back by the people inside, the corners of her eyes hung up, and her scalp was about to be pulled off.
"Brother Qiu, Brother Qiu, let go, what are you doing..."
Qiu Zhen said viciously: "Do you know who you were talking to just now? Are you tired of living?"
"Ah... it hurts..."
Qiu Zhen pressed hard again: "Get out of here."
The girl couldn't distinguish the situation, but was startled by Qiu Zhen's anger. After all, she was young, her eyes were clouded by a little grievance, her face was full of innocence, she bundled up her messy hair at a loss, and crawled behind.
Qiu Zhen quickly opened the door: "Brother Qiang, get in the car."
Lu Qiang stepped back and sat in, the car body sank, and there were two big men sitting in the originally spacious space, which seemed a little cramped.
Qiu Zhen smiled: "The dead girl doesn't understand anything, don't mind."
Lu Qiang laughed at himself and said: "It's okay, this body really looks like an advertisement." He was in a hurry to go out, so he grabbed a piece of clothing to wear. It was a security guard's winter cotton uniform, dark blue, with silver iron buttons on it, and a fur collar. Flipping, graying, being treated as an advertisement, I don't blame her.
Qiu Zhen clicked his tongue, looked behind him, "I'm not called Brother Qiang yet!"
The girl is also a showman, looking at Qiu Zhen's attitude, she knows that this person is not simple, put away the arrogance just now, sit upright and say: "Brother Qiang, I don't know that you and Brother Qiu are acquaintances, don't know me like a little girl .”
Lu Qiang glanced at her through the endoscope and curled his lips in response.
Qiu Zhen didn't deliberately introduce her, that is, those Yingying and Yanyan around him.
Lu Qiang turned down the volume a bit, and the roots of his ears immediately cleared up: "Are you busy? If you are not busy, give me a ride."
Qiu Zhen paused, subconsciously looked out the window.
"inconvenient?"
"No." Qiu Zhen moved the back of the chair forward: "Is it where I picked you up last time?"
Lu Qiang said, "Yes."
"Then just take the Zhangbao Expressway."
"Zhangbao Expressway and Qufu Road."
Qiu Zhen responded, turned around in front, and drove on the high speed.
After a moment of silence, he asked, "Why are you here, Brother Qiang?"
Lu Qiang said: "Look at a friend from the former prison who lives near here."
Qiu Zhen tightened his fingers, and Lu Qiang looked at him: "What about you, you're in the wilderness, are you here to play?"
Qiu Zhen vaguely responded, his eyes focused on the front. They were all transferred. Lu Qiang used to be his driver and drove him around Zhangzhou. That was fourteen years ago, Lu Qiang had just turned eighteen years old, he had just been with Qiu old gangster for a few years after he came out of his hometown, Qiu Zhen was only eleven, he was in the fourth grade of primary school, and he was still a naughty boy who didn't understand anything.
Within a few years, Lu Qiang gradually gained the recognition and trust of Qiu Shizu, and handed over his precious son to him, and asked him to drive him to and from school. He was silent, able to fight hard, Qiu Zhen didn't worry about it, every time he came back from trouble, he tried his best to help him out, over time, Qiu Zhen was willing to cling to him, and shared with him big and small things in advance, and said nothing. He said that he was closer than being with his own father. Comparing his heart with his heart, Lu Qiang naturally treats him as his younger brother...
Until six years ago, Lu Qiang was imprisoned, and Qiu Zhen was sent abroad for further studies. The distance was far away, and it was natural for them to meet again without contact for a few years.
Living in the same space, we couldn't find a common topic for a while, and even the music couldn't hide the dull and awkward atmosphere.
Lu Qiang didn't feel it, he rested his head on the back of the chair and lowered his eyes.
The girl at the back sat in the middle, looked at the two people in front, and felt that the car was too quiet, and continued the topic just now: "I also want to ask, Brother Qiu, you have been shopping in Financial Street well, why did you come here suddenly?"
Qiu Zhen stared fiercely at the endoscope, saying calmly, "Take a break." Turning his head, Lu Qiang was looking sideways at him.
Qiu Zhen smiled, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Brother Qiang, it's been a long time since we got together, how about going out for a drink?"
Lu Qiang thought for a while: "Success."
"Where are you going to eat?"
"you decide."
Lu Qiang stopped talking after answering, and fiddled with the phone for a while, ding ding dong dong a few message notification sounds, looked at the screen, laughed secretly a few times before putting it back in his pocket.
...
After getting off the expressway, Qiu Zhen put the girl in a convenient place to take a taxi. He hasn't come back to Zhangzhou for several years, some places have changed and he is no longer familiar with them. According to memory, I found the private restaurant that the two of them used to frequent.
Lu Qiang hadn't set foot in a high-end place for a long time. He was used to eating dog food restaurants, so he felt uncomfortable sitting here. He lazily leaned on the back of his chair and lit a cigarette.
Qiu Zhen handed over the menu.
Lu Qiang lifted his chin and said you come.
Qiu Zhen ordered a few times on the menu, the waiter bowed to place the order, and then walked out quickly after closing the door.
The speed of serving food seemed to be faster than before. Lu Qiang swept around the table and raised his eyebrows. Among the four dishes and one soup, there were small stews and kidneys, which came according to his preferences.
Qiu Zhen smiled: "I remember correctly, Brother Qiang."
"That's right." Lu Qiang took off his jacket, pulled up the fabric of his forearm, forming natural folds at the elbow, "It's rare that you still remember."
Qiu Zhen said, "It's all in my head, I can't forget it."
The wine glasses in front of the two were full and they took a sip. Qiu Zhen tasted each dish with chopsticks, frowning slightly: "The taste is not right."
Lu Qiang threw the kidneys into his mouth, and didn't have any special reaction: "It's been so many years, the boss has changed, the employees are not the same as before, and the chef is even less likely to stay, it has become normal." Finally, he looked up at him and stopped. Stop: "Do you still remember that smell before?"
He looked at him loosely and casually, his eyes were blank, his tone was low and slow, the meaning in his words was not obvious, but he could vaguely hear that he was referring to Wu Qiong.
Qiu Zhen was uncomfortable, his gaze formed a sharp sense of oppression, a little bit invisible.
Lu Qiang suddenly loosened his back, smiled, "Eat vegetables."
After drinking a bottle of Moutai, another bottle was opened. Alcohol permeates every cell, and the slightly drunken breath transpires through the skin into the air. When there are many words, it has the meaning of "recalling the past and the past".
Qiu Zhen was smoking, and looked at Qing Miaoyan: "You taught me to smoke."
Lu Qiang answered: "I was a sophomore in high school that year."
"Butterfly Spring, only a few yuan a pack, is inferior and choking, if you don't smoke in the Yellow Crane Tower, you like this."
Lu Qiang's eyes darkened: "I'm used to it, I can't change it."
Qiu Zhen didn't hear anything, leaned back, and continued to recall: "Not only did you smoke, I admired you very much at that time. Look, you like big buttocks that feel fleshy to the touch, and then I found that I am also proud of this one." Thinking of something, he shook his head and laughed: "It's the first time I've picked up a girl, and you specially taught me your experience, what posture, what Skills, but I got so excited on stage that I fucking forgot about it, and you still scolded me when I came back..."
The cigarette butt in Lu Qiang's hand was pinched and deformed, his fingers turned white, and his brows were stained with rare melancholy: "...you can't learn from me well."
Qiu Zhen took him as a joke, didn't feel anything wrong, and still smiled to himself. Lu Qiang tapped the tabletop and took a refreshing breath: "That's all right, I'll be here today, it's getting late, I'll be back."
The corner of Qiu Zhen's mouth froze: "...I'll call and find someone to take you off."
"No, I'll take a taxi." Lu Qiang got up, took the clothes from the back of the chair, put them on, and walked towards the door.
Qiu Zhen didn't wait to move, he paused, turned half sideways, the room was dimly lit, half of his face was hidden in the darkness: "I saw you last night. At the gate of Four Seasons Hot Pot on Qufu Road, you and a girl ..." He looked at him: "My eyesight is pretty good, I guess it's Wu Qiong, right?"
Qiu Zhen's neck was stiff.
Lu Qiang said: "Your father will lead your entertainment city to the right path. He is not young, and he won't be able to toss it around for a few years. If you pave the way for you, then you will go well. Manage it with your heart, and everything else is outside your affairs. "
After a short pause, he looked back.
Qiu Zhen lowered his head, his shoulders were half-slumped, the light above his head was covered, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. There was a hint of drunkenness in his tall silhouette.
Lu Qiang said: "Let go of the past. Look forward, don't mess around."
He closed the doorknob with his hand, and there was a suppressed voice behind him: "I'm not reconciled, so I just want her to explain."
In fact, Lu Qiang could see it clearly: "Just for this?"
Qiu Zhen pursed his lips and dodged his eyes: "Hmm..." He muttered, "Why did she do that?"
"Why don't you know?"
"Brother Qiang," Qiu Zhen stood up, "Are you blaming me?"
Lu Qiang turned the doorknob, and said for a moment, "No wonder."
This is the truth.
Coming out of the restaurant, Lu Qiang stopped the car on the side of the road. On the way, Old Li called. When he changed shifts, he told him to lock the door and leave, so he went back.
He got off near the restaurant last night, facing an artificial canal, which is close to the suburbs, and farther away is farmland, which is irrigated by pulling water from the Zhang River. The water was heaving and the shore was frozen.
Lu Qiang walked over, leaning on the railing with his elbows. The sky was completely dark, the lights on the opposite side were brilliant, and the cold wind smacked the skin with a stench. In this environment, the cigarettes quickly burned to ashes.
Lu Qiang took a deep breath, choked it out and lit another.
On the other side of the embankment, there are sporadic white beams of light hitting the river surface, and the water quality in the corner illuminated is dark green and turbid, with fish floating lightly on the water surface. Lu Qiang stared in that direction, his eyes gradually lost focus, only the bright color flashed. After a while, the fisherman got up abruptly, picked up the fishing rod, and quickly reeled in the line. The water surface became more turbulent, and after a few splashes, something broke out of the water.
Lu Qiang withdrew his gaze, turned around, leaned his back against the railing, and continued to smoke. He didn't look at the size of the fish he caught, it was definitely not as big as the small river in the village, and even if there were, the taste might not be delicious. He clicked his lips, squinted his eyes to recollect the smell when he was young, but he inhaled the smell of oily smoke. There was a restaurant on the opposite side, the level of mass consumption, oily smoke mixed with river wind, the taste was special and real.
He finally gave up, and he couldn't even start with the aftertaste. Seeing pedestrians rushing past in front of them, their hair disheveled by the wind, and the corners of their clothes fluttering lightly.
Lu Qiang lit the third cigarette...
...
He didn't go to the sentry box that night, it was already late at night when he got home, the room was dark, the bleak moonlight outside the window divided the window lattice into several pieces, and cast it on the writing desk and the bed.
The quilt raised a small hill, Lu Yin didn't wait for him, and fell asleep after taking a nap.
Lu Qiang's eyes softened, his shoulders naturally collapsed, he didn't turn on the light, took off his underwear, and got into the bed.
There was a lot of movement behind her, and Lu Yin was jolted up, and she woke up instantly, conditioned to get up, the person behind her held her down, hooked her waist and pulled her into her arms, unable to move a bit.
Her heart was pounding: "Lu Qiang?"
It took him a long time to respond, "...it's me." He closed his eyes and rubbed his chin against her.
Lu Yin's heart returned to its original position, she exhaled lightly, and her head fell back on the pillow. After the fright, the senses gradually became clearer, and she couldn't help being shocked by the temperature behind her, and she moved forward to hide: "You are so cold."
Lu Qiang didn't back away from the past, greedily ingesting her temperature: "...um." His voice was hoarse.
Lu Yin felt that something was wrong, but she didn't turn around hastily, she was completely sleepless, her eyes were quietly opened in the darkness. After a few minutes, the body temperature behind him gradually warmed up, even exceeding normal temperature, like a stove.
The smell of wine frozen by the cold wind diffused, accompanied by the choking smell of tobacco.
Lu Yin frowned, and said softly, "Have you been drinking?"
No one spoke.
Lu Yin raised her elbow to think about it, but he grabbed her and fell back onto the pillow.
Turning around, his scorching breath sprayed on her face, she drank heavily, and her nostrils were full of the strong smell of alcohol.
Lu Yin tried to back away a little: "I'll make you a glass of honey water."
Lu Qiang kept his eyes closed all the time, and with a pull of his arm, she bumped back again. The two struggled in the dark for a long time, and he rarely and self-willedly circled Lu Yin repeatedly, like a child.
She laughed angrily, beat his chest, stayed for a moment, then slowly moved her palm to the top of his head, soothingly, kissed his lips, and rubbed her hot cheek and forehead with her thumb. The movements are extremely soft.
Lu Yin coaxed softly: "I'll go for a while, I'll be back soon, you wait for me obediently, okay?" The tone of her voice was soft, as if hypnotizing in his ear.
Xu Shi made a series of gentle movements to appease him, and it worked quickly. She tried again and managed to escape.
Lu Yin mixed a glass of lukewarm honey water.
After turning on the light, he frowned and squinted his eyes to look at her. His eyes were not clear, drunk and blurred, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red and bloodshot.
She couldn't lift him up, so she had to rest his head on her lap, coaxing and coaxing her to drink more than half of the glass. Lu Qiang raised his arms suddenly, rubbed his butt up, and brought his head to her chest. All the weight on her body was given to Lu Yin, so big, she couldn't even lift her up.
Lu Yin hurriedly put the water glass on the cabinet, her palms were only enough to wrap around his head, "Thinking of throwing up?"
Lu Qiang smiled lowly, but he didn't know what he was laughing at.
Lu Yin obediently asked him, "Drink water?"
His lips moved, talking intermittently.
She leaned close to her ear, and her heart couldn't help but tighten.
Lu Yin could clearly hear what he said, but she didn't understand it until the night of New Year's Day.