Chapter 34 Chapter Six

A week later, a fight against Europe occurred on the outskirts of this county-level city. Two gangs fought with nearly a hundred people.When the police and armed police arrived, the hooligans scattered, some ran into several nearby residential buildings, and some fled into the woods.The police and armed police surrounded the residential buildings and forests and investigated one by one. Nearly a hundred hooligans were eventually arrested one by one. Here, the police encountered a strange thing. The police found four pregnant women in a residential room.Some pregnant women hid in the closet, some hid under the bed, and some hid in the toilet.It is not uncommon to have one pregnant woman in a family, it is rare to have two pregnant women, it is unbelievable to have three pregnant women, and it is unbelievable to have four pregnant women.

The pregnant women admitted that they were all surrogate mothers, but during the police rounds, the cook pretended to be a local and escaped, while the four surrogate mothers with foreign accents had a big belly and could not escape, so they had to be arrested. As a result, the four pregnant women were taken to the hospital for physical examination.After I received the clue, I rushed to the hospital and saw that these four surrogate mothers were the four pregnant women I saw in the dilapidated residential building. I was sitting on a chair in the corridor of the hospital, and suddenly saw a familiar face among the waiting crowd, which turned out to be Ayu.Yes, it is Ayu.It turned out that she was hiding in the hospital and observing the situation.

Ayu also saw me, she ran down the stairs in a panic, ran to the door of the outpatient building, and got into a taxi.Obviously, they already knew that I wrote the manuscript, and they might have thought that the discovery of these surrogate mothers was the clue I provided. Every night, there are few people in the small city, and this day it is raining lightly, and it is even rarer to see a person on the road.I walked alone, with my own thoughts in my arms.Suddenly, a car sped up from behind, and I subconsciously dodged on the steps of the sidewalk.When the car came to my side, it stopped abruptly, the door opened, and three men got out.

I quickened my pace and observed them from the corner of my eyes. Ever since I visited the beggars unannounced, I was always on guard against being plotted and retaliated against. I dare not go out alone at night unless it is absolutely necessary; when someone approached me, I ran away; Unfamiliar phone calls came to ask me to go out, and I resolutely refused to go out; newspapers did not dare to reveal my real name, and my bag was often filled with self-defense weapons such as steel pipes. As for online chats and dates, I had no chance... Knowing that I am walking on the tip of a knife, I am in the light, and the revenger is in the dark, and if I am not careful, I will be killed.

I peeped and saw a man walking in the front pull out a machete from under his clothes, and the people behind were also holding sticks in their hands.I subconsciously let go and ran wildly, and they chased after me.This road is very quiet, not even a pedestrian.The car roared past me and blocked my way.At that time, I didn't know where I got so much strength, and I jumped over the wall beside the sidewalk. The wall was more than two meters high. I fell into the grass, and they climbed up the wall. I got up and ran desperately in the grass up to my knees, with my legs, feet and arms scratched.I ran to a river that ran through this small city, and turned to see that they had run more than ten meters behind me.I didn't have time to think about it, so I threw myself into the river.

The water in the creek was very deep, and it didn't pass my head all at once.Later, I heard that people drown in this small river every year.I'm an average swimmer, but I was sober at the time, and as long as they didn't go into the water, I was safe.I tried my best to swim more than ten meters away, and when I looked back, I saw them standing on the bank, jumping and shouting. Maybe they couldn't swim, or they could swim, but they didn't have the courage to jump into the icy river. I continued to swim forward.After standing by the river for a few minutes, they left angrily.In the distance came a boat, a small wooden boat used to salvage floating objects on the river.The wooden boat rowed to my side. I climbed into the wooden boat and said to the astonished boatman, "I accidentally fell into the river."

This is the first time I have been hunted down since I started my career. Later, I was hunted down many times, and it was much more thrilling than today. I don’t know in which interview I offended these three men. It may be the surrogacy company, or the underworld bar in the previous unannounced visits, or which character was offended by another manuscript.Small cities have intricate relationships. If you step on dog shit, you will offend the dog, and the dog owner will not be satisfied.If you are not careful, you will cause big trouble. The next day, I slept in bed all day, afraid to go out.I was worried that they would move around the newspaper office and wait for an opportunity to retaliate against me.I want to call the police, but there is no evidence.My biggest concern, however, was the digital pager I had used for a few years, my only luxury at the time and my only means of contact with the outside world.Although I have been working for nearly two years, I am still out of reach for a mobile phone worth thousands of yuan.

Thankfully, my backpack was waterproof, and I wiped the outside of the pager dry, put it in the sun, and it was working again. On the third day, I went to interview again, this time to a township. I interviewed someone who had a huge collection of marriage certificates from various periods. As soon as he walked to the streets of the township, the pager rang suddenly, and he saw that it was the phone number of the newspaper office.I found the public phone booth and went back. It was the phone number of the president’s office. A man on the phone asked, “What are you doing?” I said I was doing an interview.He said, "Don't do the interview, come back right away."

I had a premonition that something was wrong, it might be about the surrogate mother, or it might be about the seafood restaurant.These days, a seafood restaurant is like a ticking time bomb in one's bosom, and one cannot tell when it will explode. With a heavy heart, I boarded the car back to the small city, and first walked into the office of the deputy editor-in-chief to search for news.In this newspaper, the deputy editor is the only person who appreciates me.The deputy editor-in-chief sat behind a spacious desk with a haggard look on his face. He said, "Last night, I kept talking to someone, trying to keep you, but I couldn't keep you. The higher-ups disagreed. There's no way."

I knew who the deputy editor was referring to, so I went straight to the president's office. This was the first time I met him in the two months since I worked in this county-level newspaper. When I walked in, he immediately stood up very politely, that kind of respect was not like treating his own employees, but like greeting his boss.He is short in stature, with a wretched look, hunched back, and almost no hair on the top of his head. If he walks on the country road, people will regard him as an old dung picker carrying a bamboo basket. I didn't say a word, just looked at him calmly.As long as I stand in front of him, he should know why I'm here.He said: "I feel very sad, but you have to go. People here have a good face." He took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, pulled out one, lit it with trembling fingers, and I saw him As if in fear.

He said: "I didn't smoke at first, but today I feel bad, so I just smoke one." However, his smoking posture is very sophisticated, he takes a sip, swallows it, and spits it out slowly, his lips are also trembling.He avoids my eyes. The weasel wanted to eat the chicken, so he said hypocritically to the chicken: "I feel very sad. I didn't want to eat you, but I have to eat you." He said: "Wait a while, you go back to the office to write the resignation letter and complete the resignation formalities." I said, "Don't go to the office, just write now." I pulled a piece of paper from his desk and wrote only four words: "I resign." Then I wrote my name and date.At that moment, I felt extremely disgusted with this sanctimonious and hypocritical person, with this newspaper full of lies and emptiness, and with the oppressive atmosphere of this small city. Later, the president was dismissed because of corruption.This is something I heard years later. Walking out of the office building of this newspaper, it began to rain lightly again.I walked to the rental house alone, full of desolation and helplessness in my heart.Resigned, or fired, I can no longer stay in this small city.However, where do I go?The world is so big, where is my shelter?Where can I be offered a job opportunity? Why do I have bad luck when I am like this, why does fate always play tricks on me, why does my life have just stabilized, and then suffers another twists and turns?Why do I keep losing my job over and over again? Is it because I don't work hard?I work very hard.Is it because I am unprofessional?I am very dedicated.Is it because I am incapable?I am very capable.But why is this so?Why is fate always playing such cruel jokes on me? That day, I walked in the rain for a long time, and my whole body was soaked by the rain.Later, I didn't know where I was going, so I just walked aimlessly. I forgot my fear, and I forgot that just the day before yesterday, I was chased and killed by the underworld with a knife.I can't take care of these anymore, I even fantasized that they would suddenly appear and kill me, I will never resist, as long as they can give my parents a sum of compensation after I die. There was a square by the side of the road, and the square was empty. I sat on the wet wooden chair by the square for a long time, until my whole body was almost numb.I was smoking cigarette after cigarette, hadn't had a cigarette for two months, and couldn't wait to smoke.The smoke made my fingers ache and my mouth was on fire. I wanted to make the pain of my body lessen the trauma of my heart. This world is too unfair, I am kind, I am upright, I am very hardworking, I have always been kind to others, I strictly demand myself with various moral and legal norms, I will never break the law, I do this kind of profession , always want to do the best, and in fact can do the best.But why did I end up like this? Why can't I be bad?Why can't I be a bad guy?Like them, they act double-faced and double-faced, grabbing public benefits and filling their own pockets.They are very bad, they have sores on their heads and pus on their bodies, and dirty stinky water flows from every pore on their bodies, but they live rich and happy like ducks in water.Life, what the fuck are you? I must be a bad guy. A good man lives a rough life, but a bad man lives a long life. That night, I didn't know how long I sat on the bench, my heart was full of pain and helplessness.I seem to see myself being nailed to a wooden post, enduring the pain of thousands of arrows piercing my heart.But I couldn't resist, couldn't break free. I believe that there is such a thing as fate in this world. Fate is a lowly woman. The more you fear her and respect her, the more she will bully you; if you despise her and beat her, she will bow to you instead.Fate has thrown me at the lowest point of life, how can you torture me any more?No matter how much you torture me, I will not be timid.Come on, I can stand it, I will die with you.I am not afraid of death now, what else can I be afraid of? My life is already suffering to the extreme, the suffering has reached its end, how can you suffer any more? That night, I stood in the empty square and screamed to the sky. I exhausted all my strength, and my voice flew over the small city, and flew to the depths of the endless dark sky.Later, I lay on the bench, gasping for breath, gnashing my teeth, feeling like a beast that had been shot by an arrow. Later, I stood up unsteadily and continued to walk aimlessly.The rain stopped, and the moon showed half of its face from the clouds. The bleak moonlight shone on me, making me feel like a ghost. I walked to a coffee shop, saw two waiters standing at the door, and walked in involuntarily.I have never been to this kind of place before. A cup of coffee can cost dozens of yuan. It is a place where rich people talk about business and urban white-collar workers have casual gatherings. It is a place where I have never dared to set foot in the poor. Place, tonight, I will spend here. Internet access is available in the coffee shop. I ordered a cup of the cheapest coffee, sat on the window seat, and turned on the computer.The coffee shop is full of well-dressed people, they are leisurely, they talk and laugh, every man in them is elegant, every woman is young and beautiful; and I broke in wet, like a farmer carrying a hoe Prince's birthday party.But, why do I care so much about it?Whoever dares to find me unhappy tonight, I will make him unhappy forever.I was ready for a good fight, to make the opponent's face bloom. Fortunately, the waiter just looked at my clothes and my hideous face, hesitated to speak, brought a cup of coffee, and left. Sad music was playing in the coffee shop, for a while it was "Love Without Limits", for a while it was "Scarborough Fair", and for a while it was "Dream Chaser". The lake also drowned my resentment and mania.My heart is full of melancholy and sentimentality, I think, where should I go next?Where will you wander?Can I still be a reporter? At that time, some newspapers already had their own websites, and they would publish recruitment information on their websites.These newspapers are also well-known national newspapers.I logged on to these websites, wrote my resume, introduced my main works, and then sent them by e-mail.Some of them are far in the northeast, some in the wealthy Pearl River Delta and Yangtze River Delta, and some are in remote border areas.I have nothing to criticize anymore, I will go wherever I am asked.As long as you have a job, it doesn't matter how much money you have. However, I didn't have much hope for myself, and I didn't have much hope for this form of recruitment.I know that looking for a job like this is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack. At two o'clock in the morning, the cafe was about to close, and I walked out, but I didn't know where to go.If I go back to the small and cramped room in the rental house, I will be so depressed that I can't breathe, and the walls on all sides will crush me into a photo. I walked on the street, like a stray homeless dog, with scars all over my body, but I could only lick it silently.There is no one on the street, only the sound of my footsteps on the fallen leaves, rustling, like long and helpless sighs. Later, I saw an Internet cafe was open, and I went in again.Before that, I would never go to an Internet cafe because it cost two yuan an hour there.Now, I don't want money anymore, I just want to be in a good mood! The Internet cafe was extremely dirty, the air was filled with the smell of stinky feet, and the ground was full of napkins, disposable lunch boxes, instant noodle packaging bags and some garbage of unknown origin.Several teenagers were lying on the sofa in the hallway and fell asleep soundly; some people sat in front of the computer with a dull expression, and suddenly fell on the armrest of the chair; Eyes yawned and chatted; some women wore heavy makeup and smoked cigarettes, as if they had just arrived from a nightclub.Some people are watching a movie with a blank expression; I'm so depressed, so miserable, I need release, I'm about to explode.I find a computer and look for movies on it, and I need a break from the tense action.Later, I formed such a habit that whenever I was in a bad mood, I would go to the Internet cafe and watch movies all night. I saw it that night, and later, I watched it many times, and I was shocked every time. Andy, I always remember his name, his sad eyes, a lock of hair covering his forehead... He had a toe cut off, and he was listening to the intoxicated expression of "The Marriage of Figaro". Persevere in digging the life channel.On a thunderstorm night, step by step, step by step, he crossed a small river. After 20 years of humiliation, he finally escaped from birth. "Some birds can't be locked up, because their feathers are so beautiful!" This is the most classic line in the movie, it is like a lightning bolt, across the hazy sky of my heart. I believe that I will have a bright future.Because I am a bird, my feathers are beautiful. The next day, I fell into a coma all day. In my sleep, I was relieved. I forgot everything and thought about nothing. I seemed to have come to another world, a peaceful and peaceful world, a world without pain and humiliation. , a world without poverty and sorrow. However, in the afternoon, I woke up, and I had to face the reality of not having a job, the unpredictable future, the distant hometown, the father lying on the hospital bed, and the broken family who couldn't afford the medical bills. poor home.I suddenly thought, how wonderful it would be if I could lie down all the time and never wake up.In this way, I will not live in such a cruel reality. I lay on the bed, lit a cigarette, inhaled vigorously, and soon finished smoking, then lit another cigarette... I exhaled smoke for a long time, and sighed, as if this would spit out my stomach full of sadness.I don't know how many cigarettes I've smoked, the pack is empty and there's a pile of butts on the floor. My mind was numb, and then I fell asleep again in a haze, and I quietly told myself that this is so good. I don't know how long it was before I woke up again and saw street lights coming in from outside the window, I don't know what time it is, and whatever time it is, I lay on the bed feeling my bones were rusting.I turned around, found another pack of cigarettes, lit it again... I lay in bed for three days without touching a grain of rice. I don't know how many packs of cigarettes I smoked, and I don't know how many times I woke up and slept.On the morning of the fourth day, I got up from the bed and saw myself in the mirror with sunken cheeks, blue face, and haggard appearance. I couldn't believe that the person in the mirror was me. After taking a shower, put on clean clothes, organize my published works and two self-published books, put them in my backpack, and I'm going out to find a job. In a small restaurant, I was planning my itinerary while eating noodles.Hearing that the salaries in coastal cities are high, I decided to go there. Walking out of the small restaurant, I walked on the street and saw a row of abandoned buildings in front of me. I didn't think much about it at the time, almost like a pique, I turned my back and peed angrily.I used to be law-abiding, strict with myself, and lenient with others. I was a qualified citizen, but I fell into this situation.What am I doing to obey the law?Who else should I defend myself like a jade?For whom do we uphold morality? I got on the bus to the train station and took a window seat.After a few stops, a white-haired old man came up. If it was before, I would definitely give up my seat. I would call him to my side and let him sit in my seat. But today, I am determined to give up my seat. Do not give up your seat.I turned my head and looked out the window, looking at the pedestrians and the open shops outside the window, I pretended to be intoxicated and absorbed in watching, and I pretended not to notice him. In fact, the feeling of not giving up your seat is very uncomfortable, and you are always condemned by your conscience.However, do those villains have a conscience?They don't, so they feel at ease when they do bad things, so they dare to do any bad things, so they live comfortably, rich and happy.Telling all the lies and doing all the bad things, he became the superior; he kept his own law and was cautious, but he became the inferior. Good people go to hell, bad people go to heaven. I didn't give up my seat all the way, and this was the first time I was determined not to give up my seat to an old man.I stepped on the train, and the train was bound for those open coastal cities in the south.