Chapter 77 Chapter Eleven

spring. There are many advantages to lurking in this small southern city. The first is that the fresh air makes people feel much better, although the man’s ability cannot be restored; the second is that he can find a job repairing electrical appliances in small shops on the street. But he is an expert; the third is that there are no wanted warrants here, and there are almost no policemen on the road, let alone worry about being discovered. Many late nights and early mornings, he would still wake up from nightmares, and see that twenty-five-year-old face, in his prime, heroic, with bright eyes, ready to become a figure that attracts everyone's attention at any time.

Lu Zhongyue dreamed that he was stabbed to death by this man. Blood flowed under his eyes, quickly dyed his whole clothes red, and fell on the street surrounded by crowds, like a Chinese pastoral dog that was hit to death by a car. Every time he woke up like this, he would rush to the mirror and look at his forty-something face, the wrinkles on his forehead and the corners of his eyes, his dwindling hair, and his bloodshot eyes. That person's name is Shenming. The first time Lu Zhongyue met him, both of them were only fifteen years old. In 1985, Nanming High School was extremely barren in my memory, except for the steel factory next to it, it seemed to be a corner forgotten by the world.Only the teaching buildings and dormitories are new, and in those years, countless people had to squeeze in. Lu Zhongyue, who had average grades in the senior high school entrance examination, went through the back door of the Education Bureau through his father and paid more sponsorship fees. Tucked into Nanming High School.

Shen Ming had just come to report at the school, wearing a dusty white shirt and blue trousers, his running shoes were washed to gray, and his schoolbag looked old, like the one left over from other people's use.But his eyes are very special. Although he always avoids others deliberately, as long as he meets his eyes, he will make the other party daunting. Compared with other classmates, his face is a little too mature. They were assigned to the same dormitory, and among the six roommates, Shen was the poorest, with only a few cents pocket money, usually reluctant to buy a popsicle.But his homework is really good, he is extremely diligent in his studies, and he burns the lights under the mosquito net every night.His ability to comprehend is particularly strong, and the teacher can understand every bit of what he says, especially in Chinese and English.Except for the young math teacher Zhang Mingsong, almost every teacher likes him very much.

In contrast, Lu Zhongyue was much poorer. If he hadn't had good grades in science, he might have repeated a grade. He is Shen Ming's best friend. Shen Ming is usually a taciturn person, and only when he is alone with Lu Zhongyue, can he have endless words. Shen Ming has a catchphrase "Is it too late to reincarnate?" Lu Zhongyue still remembers it fresh.Whenever Lu Zhongyue encounters difficulties, Shen Ming will help.Similarly, when he was struggling financially, Lu Zhongyue would also donate generously. In his sophomore year of high school, he dragged Shen Ming to play billiards at the medicine potion. When he was robbed by hooligans, Shen Ming helped him beat those bastards away, but his head was broken and bleeding profusely.Lu Zhongyue accompanied him to the hospital. After a whole night of busy work, he declared that he had received seven stitches. When he returned to school, he could only lie about accidentally falling down.

That night, Shen Ming lay on Lu Zhongyue's lap, looking at the stars with clear eyes.He said that he had never tasted a good day since he was a child, and his memory was always Bullying, no children are willing to play with him, and even the pencils for homework are bought by grandma from the boss.Only after entering Nanming High School did he have the opportunity to eat meat every day. In the end, he said coldly: "I'm not willing to let my whole life go by like this." On the eve of the college entrance examination, Shen Ming was always frowning. His first choice was Peking University, and he was going to face thousands of competitors from all over the country, so he was not sure.

Lu Zhongyue was even more worried about whether he would fail the college entrance examination. One night in June, a fire broke out in a shantytown for homeless people across from the school. Lu Zhongyue followed his classmates out to watch the excitement. Unexpectedly, Shen Ming rushed into the fire like a madman, and finally rushed out in a ball of flames. a little girl. Lu Zhongyue didn't know that not long ago, this little girl was almost killed by him. Finally, Shen Ming got the chance to be sent to Peking University and became one of the lucky ones. After the college entrance examination, he is about to go to the bank of Weiming Lake, and Lu Zhongyue stays at the city's science university to study.On Nanming Road, the two hugged each other and cried a lot. Shenming sang a song, which was "Farewell" by Li Shutong: "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the sky is full of green grass. The sound of the willow flute is blown by the evening wind, and the sunset The mountains beyond the mountains. At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, half of the friends are scattered. A cup of turbid wine is enough to make the rest of the fun, don't dream cold tonight."

That was twenty-six years ago. At this moment, Lu Zhongyue is a fugitive wanted criminal, hiding in the depths of the crowd. Looking back on all the ups and downs in this life, isn't it all thanks to this good friend who died at the age of 25? And the reason why he came here was for another person——his name was Lu Jizong, he was nineteen years old, and he was Lu Zhongyue's biological son, the only one. This life is destined to be impossible again. He hid in this small southern city for a year, observing Chen Xiangtian and Lu Jizong's mother and son from time to time.The girl I liked back then can no longer be seen anymore, and the evil seed that I almost killed by myself grows like a weed in spring—the most important thing is that this child's appearance is completely inherited from Lu Zhongyue.

Lu Jizong was idle every day, either watching pornography idly, or going to Internet cafes to play games all night, but earned himself dozens of machetes until his mother grabbed him by the ear and brought them back.He rarely takes the initiative to talk to people, and he has no friends—except for his comrades in the game. No girl will like him. He always lowered his head, revealing the light blue spots on his forehead, and looked at others coldly with his eyes pressed down, causing them to feel a certain fear.One night, when he was playing DOTA in an Internet cafe, a guy next to him scolded him, saying that he was a bastard without a father, and his mother was a scumbag.He immediately changed his appearance, as if possessed by a fierce spirit, he rushed up and beat him up.That guy was a mafia gangster, he was used to running rampant in the small town, no one dared to move a hair, but this time he was beaten all over the place, and he never dared to appear in front of him again.

How many times did Lu Zhongyue hold back his impulse, not daring to appear in front of his son, fearing that as long as he revealed his identity, he would be killed. A woman occasionally went to Lu Jizong's house, carrying various fruits and gift boxes every time.She looks less than 30 years old, her dress looks plain, but her temperament is outstanding. If you look closely at her face, she is really beautiful - Lu Zhongyue doesn't think Chen Xiangtian can make such a friend. She seems to have gained Lu Jizong's trust, the two sometimes go shopping together, giving people the illusion of sibling love.

However, Lu Zhongyue concluded that she was not from a local, but from a big city.He quietly followed the woman a few times, and found that she was a teacher teaching in the Miao village outside the city, and he found her name——Ouyang Xiaozhi—from near the village. What puzzled him recently was that he hadn't seen Lu Jizong for almost a month, and at the same time the woman surnamed Ouyang also disappeared. Where is my son? After holding back this question for many days, Lu Zhongyue finally couldn't hold back, and knocked on Chen Xiangtian's door late at night in a certain spring.

"Who are you?" Nearly twenty years later, the woman no longer recognized him. Lu Zhongyue lowered his head and hid his face in the shadow outside the door: "Where did your son go?" "Ah?" The middle-aged woman suddenly panicked, "What trouble did Jizong get into outside?" "No." He took another step inside, exposing his entire face to the light, especially the blue mark on his forehead. Chen Xiangtian stepped back half a step, squinted her eyes and stared at him, shaking her head in a daze: "You are—impossible!" "it is me." After closing the door behind his back, he walked carefully into the room, which was in a mess and smelled of oily smoke. "Lu Zhongyue?" The woman grabbed his shoulder, looked at his face carefully, let go of her hand in horror, and hid in a corner, "My enemy!" "Aren't you happy to meet again after a long absence?" Chen Xiangtian trembled all over: "I... I... just didn't expect..." "Do you think I've died a long time ago?" Lu Zhongyue stretched out his hand to caress her slightly rough and slack face, "Sometimes, I still think of you——I saw you for the first time in a bar in 1995. It felt so good at the time." "Let go of your hands!" "It's been so many years, don't you miss me?" The woman slapped him, "I hate you!" "I'm sorry." He picked up a clean place and sat down, "But I still want to thank you! You gave birth to a son for me." "You don't deserve to be his father!" "Where is Jizong?" He grabbed Chen Xiangtian's neck, and she gasped and said, "A month ago, this kid went out to work." "Where did you go?" "It's the city I knew you from! He said he could find Papa there." "Is he looking for me?" Lu Zhongyue let go of his hand subconsciously, and the woman coughed a few times in pain: "Yes, he has always wanted to see what his father looks like? I told my son that his father also has a blue mark on his forehead." "Give me his phone number!" "Just a few days after my son left, his mobile phone number was shut down, and he never called back. He has been out of contact for several weeks. I am very worried about him!" "No way!" Lu Zhongyue wandered around the room anxiously, "Where's that woman? The young woman who often comes here, what's going on with her?" "You mean Twig? Isn't she your cousin?" "cousin?" Lu Zhongyue never had a cousin, could it be that person?No, obviously not right. "Do you have her number?" "Yes." Chen Xiangtian took out her mobile phone and reported Xiaozhi's phone number to the man, "I also called her to ask her about Jizong's whereabouts, and Xiaozhi said she didn't know either." "She's lying." Just when Lu Zhongyue was about to open the door and leave, Chen Xiangtian whispered behind him: "Zhongyue, please don't look for my son." He turned around and stared at this woman fiercely, and found that her eyes were shining with unconcealable fear—although there was no arrest warrant for him in the small town, Chen Xiangtian seemed to know that he was a fugitive. From the moment she recognized him just now, She was immersed in fear and hesitation. Perhaps, this is what Ouyang Xiaozhi told her? If she left like this, would this woman call the police immediately?As a result, he was arrested as a wanted criminal before he walked a few steps away? Lu Zhongyue showed a rare smile, turned behind Chen Xiangtian, stroked the back of her neck and said, "Xiangtian, whether you miss me or not, I will always think of you." "do not talk." "I abandoned you back then, I'm really sorry!" When he finished the last word, he squeezed Chen Xiangtian's neck tightly with both hands. The knuckles of the hands that once killed people are thick and strong, just like the anti-theft rings of a bicycle. The woman began to struggle and resist, kicking her legs as hard as she could, making a sound like a snake crawling deep in her suffocated throat, until her whole body twitched and became incontinent. she died. In the hands of the man she once loved, she gradually became a stiff corpse, and finally collapsed on the dirty floor. Lu Zhongyue took half a step back, smoked a cigarette and looked at the dead Chen Xiangtian, suddenly felt that her death was so ugly. Sorry, my son's mom. He dusted the cigarette butt on the body, picked up the landline at home, and dialed the mobile phone number Chen Xiangtian gave him. "Hello, is this Ouyang Xiaozhi?" At the other end of the conversation, there was a soft and pleasant female voice, which made people suspect that it was a female college student. "It's me, who are you?" Lu Zhongyue hung up the phone, bowed his head and walked out of the murder scene, not forgetting to close the door. He returned to the rental house to pack his luggage, sent a text message to the owner of the electrical repair shop to say goodbye, and rushed to the coach station overnight to embark on a journey back home. In two full months, it will be the nineteenth anniversary of Shen Ming's death.