Three hundred and seventieth chapters finale seven
As the car drove into the night, I couldn't say that I was not uneasy, but overall I was still calm. I was secretly imagining what would happen to the little gangster? Would he beat me up? Or even use more cruel methods? Even if he wanted to
It is reasonable to take revenge on me. I will take revenge and so will others.
But after thinking about it for a moment, I didn't think that the little gangster would do that. Because I could detect that there was no murderous intent or anger in him. Maybe he concealed it so well that I couldn't feel it.
I turned around to look at the little gangster who was driving. He was still staring straight ahead, with no unnecessary expression on his face.
The car drove in the city for a while and was about to leave the bustling area. It might not be the first time for the little gangster to come here and he was familiar with the road conditions. After driving for about ten minutes, the car stopped outside a small restaurant that had not yet closed.
The little gangster didn't say anything, opened the door and got out of the car.
We walked into the shop one after another and sat down in a simple small private room. The little ruffian asked the boss for a few cold dishes left over from the day and two bottles of wine.
As soon as the bottle of wine was opened, the strong smell of wine wafted out. The little ruffian poured a full glass and handed it to me, saying: "Drink a little."
At this time, any words may be unnecessary. I took the cup and drank half of it in one breath. The little ruffian was more straightforward and drank the full cup in one go. He wiped the corners of his mouth and frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about it.
The feeling of strong alcohol entering your throat.
He really changed, very quickly, just like a lush and vibrant land suddenly turned into a desolate sand dune.
At that moment, my originally calm mood began to become heavy, because I thought about whether the little ruffian's current mood was the same as my mood when I first learned about my mother's death. When I learned that my mother was dead, my thoughts of revenge were uncontrollable.
This caught my thinking, and I thought at that time, let the person who forced her to death pay the price.
Although I later learned that to be a human being, one must learn to be tolerant and forgive, but things are unpredictable and Aunt Yu still died. Ten thousand reasonable explanations are no match for this fact.
So, what will the little ruffian do? If he knows how Aunt Yu died, what will he do to me?
I'm not afraid, I just find it difficult to face him. From the beginning to the end, the little gangster has nothing to do with me. On the contrary, he has helped me. I have always found it difficult to face such a person.
, but with the death of Aunt Yu, this feeling became even stronger.
The two of us kept drinking, seemingly unable to stop, sip after sip, until we drank the entire bottle of wine, the pace slowed down a bit. My drinking capacity is not as good as that of the little hooligan.
Starting to feel dizzy.
"My father died young, and he was gone when I was not yet an adult." The little ruffian opened the second bottle of wine, slowly poured me a glass, and said, "In the following years, it was my mother who took care of me.
I."
My heart suddenly tightened, and the hand holding the cup shook invisibly. The little ruffian's tone did not change much. He spoke very softly and slowly, as if he was talking about everyday things. However, I knew what he wanted to express.
"Maybe, in the eyes of everyone, my mother is a cold and arrogant person, with her eyes above her head, and a look that refuses people thousands of miles away, but you may not know that when I was young, she would often hug me
, singing children's songs softly to coax me to sleep." The little ruffian drank another glass with his head down. After putting down the glass, he lowered his head and stopped talking. After about a minute or two, I saw his shoulders shaking slightly.
With.
When he raised his head again, his eyes were already red, and tears fell down his cheeks and into the empty cup in front of him.
"I think I was five years old. I remember I was five years old. One time I was sick, very sick." The little ruffian wiped the tears on his face casually, but the tears seemed to be inexhaustible: "My dad is very busy.
Time controls me, and my mother will stay by my side until I recover. That period is not long, only seven or eight days, but in those seven or eight days, my mother lost several pounds."
I have nothing to say. Many things may give people different feelings when they happen and after they happen. As the little ruffian narrated, the figure of Aunt Yu appeared in my mind.
"No matter what others think of her, in my heart, she is a loving mother." The little ruffian couldn't control himself. He didn't cry out, but just looked at me and shed tears silently: "She is dead, do you know?
?She died, died in Bawangling, deep in a canyon."
I felt so miserable that I couldn't say a word. Every word the little gangster said was like a hammer, hitting my heart. He was right. In his heart, Aunt Yu was just a mother, nothing more.
That's all.
"I'm very scared." The little ruffian drank another half a glass of wine and said with tears: "Every night, I can't sleep. As long as I close my eyes, I can see my mother in the depths of the canyon.
She looked at me helplessly. But when I opened my eyes, I knew that I would never see her again. If I get sick again in the future, no one will stay by my side day and night..."
Maybe he infected me, or maybe it was the effect of alcohol. As I listened, I felt my nose sore and burst into tears.
Two grown men were in a dirty little restaurant, drinking low-quality liquor and crying like a mess.
I don't know how long it took, but the little ruffian finally gained some control. He slowly took a sip of wine and said, "It's useless to say anything. She's already dead. If you keep talking, she won't come back to life."
"Yes, he is dead and cannot survive."
"I just want to ask you a question." The little ruffian said: "If someone killed your mother, what would you do? Would you kill him?"
"Yes." I said without thinking, "We are irreconcilable."
"Then tell me, should I kill the person who killed my mother?"
"Should."
The corner of the little gangster's eyes twitched involuntarily. He slowly took out a gun from his arms and turned on the safety.
In all my experiences, this is the only time I faced a gun without panic. Everyone who deserved to die died, and those who deserved to live survived. My life is very short. In fact, the first two
I have been wasting my time for more than ten years, and only the days after I was involved in the incident are the most meaningful.
There are no regrets in my life. I am reluctant to leave Chen Yu and Jin Ping Mei and the others, but if hatred sprouts in my heart, it will continue forever. The best way to relieve hatred is to end it in your own hands.
So, I have nothing to fear.
"Shoot." I sat motionless on the chair. I couldn't guess whether the gangster would pull the trigger in the next second, but when a person ignores death, nothing else matters.
However, after waiting for a long time, the little gangster didn't fire. He was staring into my eyes. Then, he slowly put down the gun and turned off the safety. After that, he poured another glass of wine and drank it in two or three gulps.
"You and I are both poor people."
After saying this, he turned around and walked out of the private room without looking back. It wasn't until the sound of the car starting outside that I heard him running out. But I couldn't catch up, and stood on the roadside in the night.
All I could see was the car that had gone away, and there seemed to be a faint smell of alcohol floating in the air.
I thought for a long time, maybe the little ruffian also learned a lot from those experiences of life and death. He used this way to say goodbye to me, and at the same time he persuaded himself to let go of the baggage in his heart.
It is undeniable that he is also a real man.
I returned to my residence safely and did not tell anyone about the incident. Two days later, I went to see Xiaoning alone. He was not dead, but his head was severely injured, which may have serious consequences.
He seemed to have lost the ability to think, like a body that had lost its soul.
When I stood in front of him, he could no longer recognize me. But I believe that there should still be a little residual impression in his mind. He looked up at me with some confusion in his eyes. This is very rare.
Because after the injury, Xiaoning basically had no emotional fluctuations or changes.
I think he remembers me and remembers seeing me, but he can't recall it.
He stared at me for a while, then turned his gaze out the window and stared blankly into the distance. I knew that in the past, he had to obey Uncle Lai's arrangements, but he refused to go against me, which made him very embarrassed.
It's like living in a crack. After Xiaoning was injured, I was worried and felt uncomfortable, but looking at his appearance at this time, I suddenly felt that he was completely relaxed.
On the surface, Xiaoning is already a foolish and stupid person, which is very pitiful and heart-wrenching. But that is just the opinion of others. They are not Xiaoning, and they cannot know Xiaoning's heart. Maybe at this moment,
He was very quiet and happy inside.
As long as you are happy, that is enough.
After that, we left Thirteen's territory. After experiencing these things, Jin Pingmei may have really come to a realization. He decided to officially stop his business bit by bit and switch to doing other things. He mainly focused on his home.
1. On the day Jin Pingmei left, Xiang Tengxiao and the monk left together and went to Nanjing.
Lu Jie and his gang also left, and the curse on them was lifted. They could spend the rest of their lives in peace. In the end, only Zhao Yingjun, Duoji, and Kuang Haige were left.
Zhao Yingjun has always been used to being wild. He can't let himself be idle because of something. Therefore, when we discussed it before, we have decided that I will take care of Duoji. I have no family, and Duoji's body is destined to be unable to adapt to loneliness.
Living on the plateau, I like this simple and stubborn old man.
After everyone left, Kuang Haige felt a little confused and a little lost. He had been busy all his life, and when he was really free, he suddenly didn't know what to do.
"What are your plans?" I asked him.
Kuang Haige shook his head, and then told me that he would make arrangements so that I didn't have to worry.
"Let's go home together." I said, "You are also familiar with that city."
"I want to find No. 1."
My adoptive father was gone, so I didn't tell anyone the news of his death. I was afraid that Kuang Haige wouldn't be able to accept it. More importantly, concealing the news of his death gave Kuang Haige a little hope.
"I promise that if one day he wants to come back, he will still go back to that city, and we will wait for him there."
In this way, a few of us set off on the road and returned to that familiar city. After a few days of busy work, we settled them down. Duoji was not used to the food in the mainland, so we took him to many places, and finally stopped in a remote shop.
There, he managed to get something he was willing to eat.
About a week after I came back, I unexpectedly met Zhang Jun. I have experienced things in my life that may or may not have been experienced, which made me feel the value of life and friendship even more. My relationship with Zhang Jun has always been good.
Although we don’t keep in touch often, this encounter made me feel very cordial.
We had a meal alone, and then went to sit together in a bar where we used to hang out. We drank beer and chatted a little bit, and gradually it became too much.
At this time, I always felt like someone was watching me behind me. It was a very strange intuition. The bar was quite chaotic and there were many people coming to play at this time. I turned my head. I didn’t notice anything at first, but I took a closer look.
, I saw a person in the corner behind me.
I walked over silently and sat across from him.
"Zheng Tong..." Zhang Qiao felt a little depressed. He might have drank a lot and couldn't control his emotions.
"Are you okay?" I asked him. At this time, I no longer had any resentment towards him. I just felt that he was also a very miserable person by fate. Deep in my heart, I still regarded him as a friend. In the past
The friendship of more than ten years cannot be lost forever.
Especially after the incident ended, I thought about it and realized that I really didn’t have many friends.
Are you okay? Three simple words, or a greeting, made Zhang Qiao unable to control himself, and he started to cry. He failed to catch up with the incident at Bawangling, and the curse on him has not been lifted. I have no confidence.
I could help him, but when he cried, I decided to try my best.
Li Fusheng and others have made a lot of sacrifices, just hoping that I can survive. So, what I have to do is to try my best to let other people live well. This may be a kind of repayment for Li Fusheng and others.
In return, I prefer to regard it as a kind of transmission, a kind of transmission of positive energy. One pass to ten, and ten to a hundred. I believe that if there are more and more people like Li Fusheng in this world, then
The world is still very beautiful.
My life after that is still very comfortable. I don’t have any goals for doing anything yet. My daily schedule is very simple, just like other normal people. I often accompany Duoji to wander around various places in the city so that he can get used to it in the shortest possible time.
Such a life.
The weather is getting warmer, and every evening, there will be many people dancing in the square. I think Duoji is very interested in this. When he saw many old ladies dancing to the music, he seemed very happy and refused to do so.
Let's go and watch it nonstop. After watching it for a few days, Duoji wanted to join the dancing team.
But no one was willing to accept him. Everyone was a little repelled by this dark and thin old man. Duoji came back angrily, but he did not give up. He planned to continue going the next day. He was probably afraid of losing face, so he refused.
I followed, insisting on going alone.
At first, I was afraid that Duoji would be rejected by others, which would lead to adverse psychological reactions over time. However, it turns out that honest people will eventually be accepted wherever they go. After about ten days, I secretly followed him
When I ran to the square, I saw that Dorje had turned into a sachet, surrounded by a group of old ladies, and the big Yangko danced in joy.
Duoji's face was filled with a smile, and looking at him, I couldn't help but laugh.
This is life, it doesn’t need too much, as long as you still have the ability to laugh every day, it means you can make yourself happier.
We lived in this city for several months. At the end of September, Jin Ping Mei called and said that the monk was getting married. I was very happy to hear the news, packed up, and rushed to Nanjing.
I saw the rosy-faced monk. The bride is the daughter of an ordinary local family. She looks very talkative and is quite shy. She blushes when talking to people. But I can see that she is very kind and meticulous. As a monk
When he was lame and wanted to drink with a group of people, she would often frown and pinch him quietly. In the past, I always thought that the monk was a generous person without any restraint, but this time was an exception. I heard him
Whispering plea: The last drink is really the last drink.
The monk has many friends, and the wedding day was very lively. After the banquet, I met Xiang Tengxiao. He was as silent as ever. I admired this man, but when I saw another person behind him, I immediately felt a sense of surprise. At the same time,
There is also an inexplicable ease.
I saw Gong Jue. What surprised me was that he was not punished in the end in the Bawangling incident. What reassured me was that he was alive and well and could still come to the wedding. At first, I thought
I know how Gong Jue escaped from the incident, but then I think about it, there is no need to know too much, just seeing that he is still alive is enough.
We had a lively gathering for a few days, and it felt very good. Among these people, Jin Pingmei was the most familiar. After the gathering, we would stay alone to chat. Looking back on the past, it always makes people feel emotional.
"Do you think what you experienced is worth remembering?"
"It's worth it. That's something that many people can't experience." I said, "It's very much like a legendary story."
"So, do you want to record all these experiences?" Jin Pingmei said: "Actually, I have had this plan from a long time ago. I want to let more people know about those people and those things."
"Pretty good." I nodded. I kept the past events in my heart, but I felt embarrassed. My mastery of words was only reflected in reading. If I had to write something by myself, it would be almost impossible.
Something happened.
"Let's go meet a person." Jin Pingmei smiled: "Ask him to do a favor."
Jin Ping Mei took me out of Nanjing and then to a small city in the north. That city was actually not very far from where I lived. I had been there twice before.
We met a person who was very ordinary, but maybe I had met a lot of people and had some experience. When I looked at that person, I felt that there was something indescribable in his eyes, like a kind of precipitation.
At the same time, there is a hint of melancholy.
"Let me introduce you." Jin Pingmei said: "His name is Long Fei. He can record the stories in your heart and mine."
"What do you need me to do?" I asked.
"I need you to provide materials, and then I will do some sorting and preparation." Long Fei said: "Your stories are probably very long. If you want to record them completely, it will probably take a long time."
"My story happened before, so to sort it by time, you have to organize my story first." Jin Pingmei said: "I hope the record is more complete."
"It's October now. I'll sort it out. I'll start writing it around the end of the year."
In the next two or three days, Jin Pingmei would dictate, and Long Fei would write down what he said with pen and paper and audio recordings. The story of Jin Pingmei was indeed very long, and it took two or three days to tell it.
After that, it was my turn. In the past two or three days, I had drafted countless times, trying to make my story true and complete.
"Let's get started." Long Fei picked up the paper and pen, looked at me and said, "Try to recall as comprehensively as possible, and the important details must be explained clearly."
"Yes." I nodded and said, "In the beginning, it was a friend of mine named Zhang Qiao. He disappeared for a while, and then suddenly appeared and told me that he had just returned from Bayingoleng.