How did that happen?He couldn't move at all, as if he had fallen into a wide and tight spider web.Tian Gangliang's body was as soft as freshly scooped noodles from boiling water.The weakness of the body made him confused and uncertain.The air in the ward was bitter, and everything in his mind was like the remnants of a scuffle.He wanted to struggle and yell, but couldn't.For a while he felt that he was so light that he could float in the air, and for a while he felt that he was as heavy as a rock. He was uncomfortably hungry, not the (forbidden) hunger, but the hunger of the soul.The lumps protruding from his mind are enough to build a castle of hatred.After a bright, pure and innocent heart is hurt and hit, the first thing that comes to mind is to build walls around the atrium, and divide the atrium into many grids, and put different things in each grid: justice to deal with evil, justice to deal with cunning, etc. His wit, his strategy against intrigue, his punch against an ugly face.

At first, Tian Gangliang thought, no matter what, he couldn't let his wife Shu Hui know.Even if she had to know, she had to come out with the final result.Is it dead or alive?To die is to die cleanly, and to live is to be out of danger. After all, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. She cannot let her fragile heart be like a spring between life and death, stretching for a while, and shrinking for a while. Tian Gangliang feels guilty for his status quo. , Shu Hui is the origin of his guilt.Women are always fragile, no matter what wind and rain they have experienced, no matter how deep their wrinkles are to their beauty, they always live under the eaves of their homes and under the arms of men.If it is every man's dream to have wives and concubines in groups, then it is every woman's dream to have a rich husband and wife.It's pitiful, but also respectable. The fruit of a woman's life as a wife is to mold her husband with the clay handed down by Nuwa.A woman as a wife is not only a wife, but also a second mother.

Like a mother guarding her terminally ill child, Shu Hui stared intently at Tian Gangliang with wide and melancholy eyes, at his broad forehead and straight nose bridge, at his slightly closed eyes and the resolute contours of his face, paying attention The flutter of his breath and his bandaged arms.She stared blankly, looking at every place for a long time.As if she had never seen him, as if he was not her husband but a stranger who came from afar and needed her care, she was really willing to unload all his psychological burden and bear it on her shoulders.She hoped that he would relax his brows and open his eyes, even for a minute.

She hoped that he would be happy, but when she thought of his life being held up like a puppet by who knows how many intricate threads and who was holding her, her sadness would be undeniable, like waves shaking violently one after another. She, like a blow from nowhere, made her whole body feel cold. Sadness is a group of worms that gnaw at the deadly wounds of people from the outside to the inside, from the outside to the inside, arrogant and arrogant.She was surrounded by these little bugs, unable to fly.The sorrow passed, and the misery monopolized her again, at the speed of oil eroding white paper.

Shu Hui is a gentle and elegant woman with good looks, good looks, and knowledgeable. Although she has entered middle age, she still has a charming charm. Not to mention her slim figure and dignified texture, she is also taller than ordinary southern women.Back then, when Tian Gangliang, who had a high self-esteem, climbed into the girl's narrow tunnel-like feelings, he was like a bee getting into the heart of a flower.Really, the love in those days was simply magic. A fool could become a genius, and a wise man could become a child.Tian Gangliang, who loves to hum "Why Are Flowers So Red", turned into a bee because of this.And what Shu Hui is proud of is that since falling in love with her at first sight, Tian Gangliang has nothing else to do.Later, Tian Gangliang felt that beauty is a kind of wealth.On the street, people would rather look at a beautiful woman than a super rich man who puts a label on his forehead. This is a kind of proof.This made Tian Gangliang believe that beauty is an open wealth.With a good wish not to focus on beauty, Tian Gangliang bought a cheongsam for Shu Hui in order to accentuate her figure.The cheongsam is full of twists and turns, and every step of the way, Shu Hui never wears it again after wearing it once. Wearing a cheongsam to go shopping in the street, she looks half like a lady and half like a maid; The era of competition is tantamount to performing the fight between Don Quixote and the windmill.When Shu Hui threw the cheongsam to Tian Gangliang, what he left behind was: "Only men who are officials can wear cheongsam." , you don’t have to ride a bike to work, so it’s calculated that a man who is an official is the best candidate to wear a cheongsam, but wouldn’t it be more ridiculous for a man to wear a cheongsam than wearing a monkey and wearing a crown? ——Tian Gangliang laughed it off, but it didn't mean he didn't want to be that kind of man in cheongsam.

Shu Hui watched her husband embark on a turbulent official career step by step.I can’t remember who said: A family or family without a single official, in terms of confidence and image, everyone in this family or family is like a tracker on the Volga River, dragging a dilapidated boat, with a bleak future.When Tian Gangliang took office, she did not experience the worldly joy it brought.In addition to joy, there is also worry that is twinned with joy.Tian Gangliang moved from Nanyin to Anning County to serve as the deputy secretary of the county party committee. Her joy and worry turned into anticipation. She knew in her heart that being the deputy secretary of the county party committee was just a springboard, and there were still higher ideals ahead of the springboard.She did not go to Anning with her husband, because two or three years may be longer than ten years in the imagination of waiting, but shorter than a moment in memory.Every Friday evening, Tian Gangliang took his dirty clothes home. After two days of reunion with his family, he would bring clean clothes back to Anning County on Monday.October 10th happened to be Monday, and the husband returned to peace as usual.She called at night, but she didn't get through. Maybe there was something wrong. She didn't think too much about it, and she didn't feel strange, but she didn't know that something really happened, and it was a big deal.On the morning of October 11, when I had just started work, my husband's driver suddenly appeared in front of me with his head down, saying, "Secretary Tian is very ill, and I need to go quickly." The heart will jump out of the chest first, and then it will fall all the way down like a grasshopper jumping up without grabbing the blade of grass it needs.She didn't know where her heart fell, she knew it was beating hard.She opened her mouth wide, unable to utter a word.This nightmare-like sudden news was nothing more than a thunderbolt from the blue sky, but a more sinister and silent thunder. Her hands trembled, as if she had just received a death notice in her hands.The whole body seemed to be pierced by a burst of sharp and fine meteorite rain, leaving only holes in it.

What's up with him?What happened to him?Along the way, question marks danced in her mind. Even though the car was like a cotton bow, it never popped the question mark out of her mind. As soon as she saw Tian Gangliang wearing a zebra suit and lying on the bed like a wounded soldier, her nose immediately became sour, and she turned her back and tears could not stop falling. She drove for more than an hour, just to see this? Seeing her sad, everyone withdrew, her faint sobbing stimulated Tian Gangliang's nerves.He was awake, but his eyelids were closed tightly like two iron doors. "He has already undergone a minor operation, and he will be sent to Nanzhang City after his condition stabilizes."

Before the surgeon walked out of the ward, she didn't seem to hear what he said to her.Behind the curtain of tears, the heart is performing.When it comes to hearts, there is no purer heart than the hearts of two people who truly love each other in times of adversity.The melting of innocence and tears make crystals. He was still alive, and the good news spread all over her body, but what kind of disease did Lao Tian suffer from?Why so serious?Stomach ulcer?Alcoholism?Fall from a height?Got hurt?Or is it a family genetic disease that she doesn't know about?Lao Tian's body has always been good, how could he be so defeated?It's no wonder—the disease comes like a mountain, and the disease goes like a thread.I don't know if he will be fine if he just lies down for a month?Anyway, every day he was sick, she had to stay by his side.Maybe, if she was by his side, things wouldn't be like this, and she began to regret herself a little.

It never occurred to her that he had already been tortured by others, and if he hadn't resisted in time, he would have died long ago.After being sent to the hospital, he was slightly killed by the doctors' scalpels. Although the doctors were not the murderer's accomplices, the scalpels seemed to be sharper and meaner than daggers.The news of Deputy Secretary Tian's killing flew around as if he had grown wings, and visited the ears of everyone who had ears for a short time.Everyone knows, except the deaf.I don't know whether it was negligent or intentional, no one told her such news, but what she got was another news. People deceived her with kindness and sympathy, so she appeared more deaf than a deaf person.

Small counties are like this. The development of all aspects can be as slow as a snail, but the spread of rumors, gossip, and the latest knowledge will not stop until it reaches the speed of Kunpeng.At the same time, people in small counties are able to vigilantly avoid those who are closest to rumors, gossip, and the latest news, and use insulated blocking as the best comfort for them. This is the advantage of small counties. Tian Gangliang clearly sensed that his wife was beside him, and, once again, felt that the husband and wife were always one.For example, at this moment, she is Shu Hui's wound, causing her 120,000 pains.She pulled the covers over him, wondering that his arms were bandaged.His even breathing rose from his face like an auspicious sign.After an unknown amount of time, he woke up from the coma.When the body wakes up, the pain also wakes up.The curled and numb limbs were activated by the blood, and the blood brought thousands of plum blossom needles to all parts of the body, one prick here, one prick there, this is the concentrated big pain dispersed small pain, the pain has been spread all open.The pain here has not disappeared, and the pain started again there, the pain ran all over his body, the local pains echoed each other, conveying the aftertaste of the cold light of the dagger, the person who took the long-distance train returned home, and felt that he was still on the train ; those who stop their oars and come ashore feel that they are still in a ship that is rushing forward.At this moment, Tian Gangliang is lying on the hospital bed, his mind is still in the place where he was murdered. He lies like a cow chewing cud, chewing fishy, ​​spicy, sour, red, gray, and black spots sporadically. Mottled aftertaste.

The night of October 10th was an unfortunate night. If he went back to his bedroom in the dormitory for the cadres and staff of the Finance Bureau downstairs of the County Finance Bureau as usual, what awaited him would be a deserted bedroom.As soon as he returned to the deserted bedroom, Tian Gangliang felt that he had become a frigid bird crying hunger and cold, and he was a frigid bird without a companion. He could only pray to himself when he prayed.Sometimes I lie alone, wanting to clean up the tiredness and fatigue of the day and go to sleep early, but my heart feels like a stone is pressed.Turn off the light, open your eyes wide, and watch the ups and downs of your angry chest. In the depths, you can't see the loneliness with a telescope, and the loneliness that is magnified hundreds of thousands of times by a magnifying glass. Loneliness and loneliness are two things like this: they come together on tiptoe, one is designed to sting you, you stretch out your hand to hit, but it hurts yourself; the other loves to tease you, you reach out to catch, but catch nothing.You have no choice but to let them abuse you, and you don't know how to place your body.Maybe it's better to lie in a broken house by yourself, and it is a kind of comfort to be able to see the blinking pale stars in the sky through the gaps of the house, but the room that covers you like a frame is like a can Just as tight.The walls on all sides are intentional diaphragms, and the air in them is too lazy to move, not even to stretch. My own face is like the face in the portrait, the smile is not real, and the crying is not true, it is just blindly bitter.Scrape it off your face and wash it with boiling water, it is definitely a good cup of coffee. I was nothing more than a double outcast abandoned by my family and society. Although Tian Gangliang burst into laughter during the day, his situation would tell him that there was nowhere to escape at night, and this feeling was especially strong on Monday night.So it seems impossible not to devalue the optimism cultivated at night in such dark circumstances.This kind of optimism seems to have the characteristics of nightlife, like a brothel girl leaning against the door making fun of her face, accompanied by a bit of sadness and bitterness. How do you spend your Monday nights?It was the question that began to haunt him every Monday morning when he was away from his wife.The quilt at home is called a quilt, with the warmth of sweat and solid warmth, which can be shared with his wife. Otherwise, why do you often let it bask in the sun? It is the envy of the sun.Because, the sun is a vagabond who wanders around without a home and a lover.Unexpectedly, at night, when I lay on my back on a big bed as wide and cold as the Arctic Ocean, but I couldn't find my other half symmetrical to myself, the night became even longer.What's more terrible is that there still seems to be the breath of his wife's skin on his skin.Alas, at night, I have become a person who is not even as good as a vagabond: compared with a vagabond, except that he has no home and no lover, he still has vagabonds to live with.If you simply turn on the TV in the bedroom, "I Love My Family" is broadcasting on the TV; after listening for a while, most of them are lingering love songs, which is really unbearable, and the happy ones are not happy.I was so sad that I was almost moved to tears. What else could I do besides barking a few times?Go out, leave this silent city where you imprison yourself.Going to the dance hall—it’s okay to go occasionally, but often, once you can’t grasp it, your mind will become distracted, and you will become a small boat in the torrent that cannot be held back by the oars. The smashing waves on the reef are an example.Even if it’s nothing like that, what if the peachy news pops up—the pattern of the peach color and the green of the hat is a stain that can’t be erased by using the whole head as an eraser.It's not that I haven't thought about a good way to save myself. However, a great man can increase the conscience and suffering of a world by one centimeter, but he can't increase his height by one centimeter, let alone a mere deputy secretary of the county party committee.Then again, if I'm not some kind of deputy secretary, but just an ordinary person, I don't care about being a drunkard, whether it's domineering, singing and drinking, whether I'm outside or at home, as long as nothing happens, Nobody cares.Since you are a government official, if people smell alcohol from the image of the government, it is not decent after all.Even for dinner, I don't drink too much, "grain makes wine, wine makes corrupt officials", wine is the beginning of indulgence, but when the world is turbid, clear wine also contributes an indispensable force. However, on the night of October 10th, Tian Gangliang drank neither too much nor too little wine. That day, after finishing official duties at the county procuratorate, it was past the afternoon off-duty time.Deputy Prosecutor Li invited Tian Gangliang to his house for a drink. He knew that Tian Gangliang's family members were not around, and everything was not easy for him.Tian Gangliang usually declined such an invitation, fearing that he would feel more lonely when he went to other people's homes and saw other people's wives and children. I traveled to Qinhuangdao with a delegation organized by the County Women's Federation. This was an attractive reason. There was no woman present, so I could open my mind and lose the presumption that my wife was not by my side. A gain and a loss are all good things, and with the wine bottle in hand, the interest is very good.After thinking about it, he happily went with him. The wine they drank was nothing but wine, but their conversation was more exciting than wine.They talked and drank, and at the end of the drink, the wine bottle was empty, and the two of them ate vegetables and talked. The alcohol that he drank started to flare up, Deputy Prosecutor Li stretched out a finger with a drunken face, and warned: "Brother, listen to me: you stretch out a finger and say 'no', if you only break two fingers in the end, that's a blessing. Happy event." Tian Gang nodded.Deputy Chief Prosecutor Li extended a finger, pointed at Tian Gangliang and said, "Yerong is prostitute, Manzang is thieves, brother, you must know better than me. A person, a small skill can be shown in front of the leader, big As for the ability, you have to hide it, the deeper you hide the better, your brother is by no means an idler, listen to my brother, maybe you will say, why should I listen to you." The wine glass slammed, and Deputy Prosecutor Li grew up. He poked his tongue out and said, "Why? It's just because my elder brother has been in Anning longer than you. Nothing else." Tian Gangliang couldn't help feeling miserable, and replied repeatedly: "Listen to you! Listen to you! I'm at your house How can I not listen to you?" Tian Gangliang was about to ask: "What did you hear, brother?" At this time Tian Gangliang's pager rang, and the subtitles read: I am waiting for you at the gate of the Finance Bureau.Come back quickly, there is something urgent, Mr. Qiao. Which Mr. Joe?Originally, Tian Gangliang drank like a red shrimp, but was confused by Lao Li's words, and couldn't think of Mr. Qiao for a moment.He couldn't think of any friends or acquaintances surnamed Qiao, but he just thought that the 10:30 show co-hosted by him and Shu Hui would not be able to be performed.The program at 10:30 in the evening is a husband and wife night talk show co-organized by him and Shu Hui by means of telephone. Tonight is a delay. It must be past eleven o'clock, and there is still time to go back and make a phone call to apologize to his wife. sleep.Several times I dialed a phone late because of entertainment, watching a party with my colleagues, etc. Shu Hui's joy when receiving the call was like enjoying the fruit hidden in the winter in spring. Tian Gangliang sounds very different, as long as Mr. Qiao One is a tough guy, quick wins. Seeing the situation, Deputy Prosecutor Li staggered over and hugged Tian Gangliang's shoulder symbolically, "Let's talk next time." It was about 11:15 p.m. when Tian Gangliang left. Out of the alley, to the main street, the moon is as bright as water, and there are still pedals stopping and sailing like black-covered boats, but there are obviously many fewer.Tian Gangliang seemed to be stepping on a steel wire rope. The taxi driver took a look and knew he was drunk. How could he dare to take him? Maybe he was a drunkard who deliberately caused trouble after being drunk, or a thug who pretended to be drunk—you thought he was drunk , Not only was he not drunk, but he was probably very sober and took the money he swindled from afternoon to night home and counted it under the lamp. Tian Gangliang tried and was still able to walk, but he was not so drunk that he took off his shoes to beat the time for himself while sitting on the ground singing. Staggering, he arrived at the Finance Bureau building and looked into the building. There was a window on the ground floor of the Finance Bureau that was still lit. second floor.The key trembled around the outside of the keyhole, and finally found the keyhole and opened the door.After opening the door, I turned on the light with a feeling of uneasiness, but when I saw nothing unusual, I turned off the light again.Then in one go, he turned his muddy self happily on the bed. Tian Gangliang forced himself to fall asleep, but sleep is like a lover, you don't miss her, but she comes to you on her own initiative; you always miss her, but she stays far away from you.Tian Gangliang counted from the beginning, but before he reached a hundred, his thinking became confused again, so he had to start counting from the beginning... What is the foreign voice of Lao Li's words?Is it to remind yourself that something is wrong?Maybe it was entrusted by someone to pass on the message, but it doesn't look like it, maybe it's a kind of threat from the vicious inside, who is it that Lao Li raised the eagle dog?If so, he doesn't have to tell me.Could it be... Tian Gangliang couldn't think of the thing that he planned to call his wife to apologize.Lao Li was like a thorn, which made Tian Gangliang uncomfortable. It was not because Lao Li was a thorn, but whether Lao Li's thorn was straight or aggressive?This question made Tian Gangliang feel uncomfortable.He forced himself to count again, and when he reached seventy-nine, the door rang.Tian Gangliang dragged his body heavier than this night to the door. When he approached the door, his feet had not stopped, his right hand was still on the doorknob, and the door was violently knocked open. A burst of fishy smell like a shooting star passed by like a shooting star.Tian Gangliang instinctively trembled like an acre of field under the cold light of the sharp plowshares.His left hand flicked out like a leopard, biting the opponent's right hand holding a knife, and his five fingers turned into sharp teeth that could make a lion's throat leak.The opponent's right hand seemed to be stirring in the abdominal cavity with the murder weapon, which was obviously a knife.The murderer's will was transmitted from his head to his right hand, and then to the knife, obviously wanting his own life.Tian Gangliang's left hand and the murderer's right hand were entwined like a pair of male and female snakes entangled in love and hatred. Tian Gangliang put all his strength into his left hand, and the murderer's knife shook, and the murderer's knife withdrew from Tian Gangliang's abdominal cavity.Rather than saying that the murderer withdrew the knife, it is better to say that Tian Gangliang pulled the knife out by himself. Blood spurted out like fireworks.The loss of blood is a kind of loss for human beings, a kind of experience of disaster. The blood has already flowed out, like the Yellow River bursting its banks, sticky and depressing blood, wanton and dangerous blood flowed out. On the way of withdrawing the murderer's knife, he caught off guard and slashed at Tian Gangliang's left arm.Tian Gangliang's arm suddenly fell down like a puppet's arm loosening its joints.Tian Gangliang gritted his teeth, flew out his right hand, and grabbed the murderer's right hand.The murderer's right hand was like a fighting bird at this time, sometimes gaining the upper hand, sometimes losing the wind, and there were rattling sounds between the teeth and bones. The murderer's right hand was deeply cut by the turned knife. In front of the knife, human limbs were no stronger than sugarcane.The murderer grinned in pain, squatted down quickly, and pressed his right hand with his left hand. He lowered his head, as if he was holding his own in both hands, and was watching carefully.The blood oozed drop by drop from the seam of his slashed hand, and then gradually expanded, and finally collapsed like a dilapidated roof on a heavy rain day. The whole body twitched ferociously, holding down the knife in his right hand with his left hand, pushing towards Tian Gangliang who was retreating step by step, like a gambler in a hurry, stabbing Tian Gangliang aimlessly.In the center of the room, Tian Gangliang fell down like a bundle of firewood, and then passed out.Red blood, like a red centipede crawled out from under his body, crawled forward, and crawled around from the center.Those who climbed towards the door seemed to be shouting at the same time, "Killed!"kill! However, the dark night is so quiet, like a ghost's footsteps without a sound, like a bit of motionless ink on paper. If the murderer hadn't staggered out of the room, he might have died in this room by mistake.The murderer turned off the lights and left the house. Every step he took was more urgent than Anning County's financial crisis.He went downstairs by touching the wall and came to the entrance of the Finance Bureau building.He couldn't stand still, and his whole body was as heavy as a head. He wanted to find a tree to support him, but he raised his sleepy eyes and found that there was no tree on this street.Damn it, Anning County, he wobbled for a short distance, and when he saw a taxi, he couldn't help but sit on it hastily. "Quick! Go forward!" His tone was fierce.The taxi driver thought to himself, don't pull the murderer, the taxi driver is sure he is not a drunkard.Because he did not smell of alcohol, sitting in the car, the man seemed to keep his mouth tightly shut, neither moaning nor speaking, with his face about to be stuffed into the military overcoat.The taxi driver only thought he looked like a weird person, with a strange smell on him. The car pedaled really fast, and the person in the car lowered his head and said nothing, as if he had passed away, his left hand was meticulously supporting his right elbow.When he got out of the car, the money was given by his left hand. This man is left-handed, the taxi driver thought. Only one person saw the back of the murderer escaping.However, he didn't think that the murderer was at large, but that he was drunk.He saw a man with his face wrapped implicitly in a military overcoat, his hands tucked inside inexplicably, walking very fast and very unsteadily.The person who saw the back of the murderer was the person on duty at the Finance Bureau, and he just came out to relieve himself at that time. ——It’s not a cold day, why do you wear a military coat?And what does it mean to tuck your hands into the coat?Unobtainable doubts made him choke suddenly, his mouth opened wide like a balloon that would explode if it was fully inflated.The watchman on duty saw that "Military Coat" got into the car, and felt something was wrong. He turned around and ran to the Finance Bureau building, went up to the second floor, turned on the light in the corridor, and saw that the door that Deputy Secretary Tian remembered was open, his heart was like a drum beating. walked in as if.Scary—isn't that Deputy Secretary Tian?Deputy Secretary Tian was lying silently in a pool of blood like a machine.The pool of blood is like a huge crab, claws and teeth bared, maybe dead or not.The poor on-duty officer was trembling with fright, and after a while, he had the courage to poke under Deputy Secretary Tian's nose cautiously as if using a penny to save someone.The blood that flowed from Tian Gangliang's abdomen was like splashed mud, or a few quiet blades of grass that Adam borrowed to hide his embarrassment.Under the lamp, Tian Gangliang remained motionless, firmly stuck to the floor.The reflection of blood was particularly dazzling, like the sun bursting out of the snow.Tian Gangliang lay casually, with no expression on his face, very much like a shocking performance art by an avant-garde or avant-garde artist. The staff on duty hugged Deputy Secretary Tian's armpits, ignoring the wet blood, trying to drag him out of the room. The vacant pool of blood and blood stains of different shapes looked like a huge red crab, with its teeth open and its claws waving, eager to try. In the terror-induced hallucinations of the duty officer, he felt a huge crab staring at him, harsh and stern as if it wanted to kill him.The on-duty staff began to sweat on their foreheads.