"Boss, I think the little brother and sister are about the same age as me. They should be done by now, right?"
Hearing Boss Hu talk about the past, Qin Feng couldn't help but feel a little sore in his nose. He quickly changed the subject and said, "I played with them when I was a child. I wonder how they are doing now?"
"He is no longer here. He is no longer here. I don't know if he is still alive now."
Boss Hu shook his head and said: "The older one is called Qin Feng. He killed two brothers from the Sun family and was sentenced to prison. The younger girl was lost and I don't know where she is now."
After Qin Feng was imprisoned, the Liu family once searched for Qin Jia's whereabouts, so everyone in the town knew about Qin Jia's disappearance. Good-hearted people like Boss Hu also helped to find out about Qin Jia.
News.
"Have neither of them ever come back?"
Qin Feng asked what he wanted to ask the most, because he knew that if his sister returned to this town, she would probably come to this shaobing shop, right? Because for her sister, this place undoubtedly has the deepest memory for her.
"No, the older one should have been released from prison and has never returned."
Boss Hu sighed and said: "The younger girl must have been eight or nine years old at that time. Although she can remember it, the society was very chaotic at that time. Who knows if she is still alive. The family surnamed Sun is really evil...
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In the early 1990s, street children could be seen almost everywhere in every city. It is unknown how many children lost their lives quietly in garbage dumps or some deserted suburbs due to hunger and cold.
"Boss, haven't you seen that little girl come back?" After hearing Boss Hu's words, Qin Feng's heart sank, and a look of disappointment flashed across his eyes.
"Really not..." Boss Hu shook his head and said, "That boy seems to have some relationship with your Liu family. You can ask at home. Maybe some of the elders in the family will know."
"Oh, I just asked casually." Qin Feng took out another five yuan and pointed at a few sesame seed cakes just taken out of the stove, and said: "I bought these, and I will take them home to eat later."
"Okay, I'll find a bag to put it in for you." Boss Hu agreed and took out a plastic bag and put the sesame cakes in it.
"Hey, this kid looks familiar. He looks a bit like the Qin Feng from before." After Qin Feng left with the sesame cakes, an idea suddenly came to Boss Hu's mind.
However, this idea was immediately dismissed by Boss Hu. When he was young, Qin Feng was as thin as a bean sprout. How could he grow into the tall and tall man he is now? Moreover, looking at Qin Feng's clothes, he looked like a very rich man.
This person is even less likely to be Qin Feng.
"It is more desolate than before, but many things have not changed..."
More than twenty minutes later, Qin Feng's figure appeared next to the railway track. It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon, and the setting sun in the west stretched Qin Feng's figure very long.
The current railway has been abandoned for a long time, and the rails have been torn apart by some rag pickers from the surrounding areas. It is spring and the weeds on the roadside have grown almost as tall as a person.
Anyone who lives in this small town knows about the murder that happened here.
Word spread, and even those who came out to pick up rags knew that several people had died in this place, so the house where Qin Feng and his sister lived back then remained intact and had not been occupied.
It was just in disrepair and the roof had collapsed. After Qin Feng walked in, he looked up and saw the sunlight above his head. Some grass also grew in the gaps between the bricks and stones inside the house.
"This...is my pistol back then? This...is this my sister's wooden doll?" Qin Feng pulled at the bricks with his hands, looking at the two things he pulled out, he looked a little dazed for a while.
.
The dark wooden pistol was carved by Qin Feng out of wood and painted with black paint. It was the only toy Qin Feng had ever had in his memory.
As for the wooden doll, Qin Jia once saw a girl playing with a doll and asked her brother for a toy for the first time in her life after returning home.
But Qin Feng had trouble eating at that time. How could he have the money to buy toys for his sister? At that time, he was very angry with Qin Jia. The sensible sister didn't say anything, but Qin Feng discovered her crying silently in the middle of the night.
.
This made Qin Feng, the elder brother, feel like he was in a knife-like state. Before dawn the next day, Qin Feng took a hatchet and chopped down a piece of wood suitable for carving.
Then Qin Feng spent a whole week making several cuts on his hands before making a wooden doll for his sister, and then used the rags he picked up to make beautiful clothes for the doll.
At that time, Qin Jia immediately regarded the wooden doll as a treasure and never left her body for almost a moment. When she followed Qin Feng out, she would also carry a small schoolbag and put the doll inside.
"Jiajia, where are you?"
Seeing the wooden doll that seemed to have been burned by fire, Qin Feng's tears suddenly burst out of his eyes, and he squatted on the ground helplessly, unable to suppress the sadness and longing for his sister in his heart.
Qin Feng knew that this wooden doll was still here! Sister Ming had never come back, because if she came back, she would definitely take the doll away.
"Jiajia, have you forgotten your brother? Don't you remember this place?"
Qin Feng's tears fell from his eyes like rain. He didn't wipe them away. He just rubbed the wooden doll with his hands, not caring about the dust and grease on his body.
After a long meeting, Qin Feng suppressed the sadness in his heart, took out a piece of clothing that Chen Shihao bought for him from his bag, and wrapped up the wooden pistol and the doll. Although these two items were very inconspicuous,
, but it carries too many childhood memories of myself and my sister.
"No matter what, my brother must find you!" Qin Feng looked at everything in the house silently until the sun set outside and the light in the house became a little dim.
He stood up with some reluctance. When Qin Feng was about to leave, his ears suddenly twitched, his brows furrowed, and the foot he had just stepped out retracted back into the house.
"Why is there someone here here? And he's a good family guy?"
Qin Feng clearly heard that there was a person walking in the direction of the house. Qin Feng could tell from the other person's footsteps that the person's footsteps were steady and he should be someone with good skills.
The visitor walked to the house and did not go in. Instead, he sat down by the railway track. A voice reached Qin Feng's ears, "Qin Feng, listen to my second uncle, you are living a good life, but you are such a stinky boy."
Why don't you come back to see your brother?"
"It's okay if I don't come back, but I didn't even leave my phone number. It's really not fun."
There was a sound of lighter outside the house, and a hint of smoke entered Qin Feng's nose, "You're fine, but I don't know what's going on with Jia Jia. Brother, I've tried my best, but I can't find Jia Jia."
ah……"
"Zi... Zimo?"
The man's voice outside made Qin Feng's heart tremble and he couldn't help shouting. He never thought that at this moment he would meet his best brother in childhood...Liu Zimo!
"Who? Who is talking? Come out!"
Liu Zimo, who was talking to himself, was startled by the sudden sound. He quickly jumped up from the railway track, put on a defensive posture, and stared sharply in the direction of the house.
"Stop pretending to be a ghost for me, get out of here!"
People who practice martial arts have strong yang energy and never believe in ghosts and gods. Others dare not come to this place where the yin energy is strong all day long, but Liu Zimo doesn't care. He comes here almost every day to recite a few words, recalling those years with Qin Feng.
of brotherly love.
"Zimo, it's...it's me!" Qin Feng felt his throat was clogged, and rushed out of the room in one stride, looking at Liu Zimo who was looking wary.
When he was a boy, Liu Zimo had an elegant temperament, but now as an adult, he looks a bit tougher, and is even taller than Qin Feng.
Not only that, but Qin Feng actually felt a faint murderous aura from him. It was a kind of aura that could only be exuded by people who had seen blood. Qin Feng knew that his old friend should have changed a lot from before.
Already.
"You...are you crazy?"
Suddenly he saw someone coming out of the collapsed house. Even though Liu Zimo was brave, he was startled. However, when he heard Qin Feng's voice and saw Qin Feng himself, he was stunned.
.
Liu Zimo was brought by his father to live in his ancestral home for three years. During these three years, he had contact with Qin Feng's brother and sister almost every day. Boss Hu, who sold sesame cakes, did not recognize Qin Feng, but Liu Zimo recognized him at a glance.
A childhood friend.
Looking at Liu Zimo, Qin Feng's eyes couldn't help but become moist again, and he murmured: "I am a madman, and you are a gangster!"
Young people like to give others nicknames. Back then, Qin Feng was very responsible and would not fight back when bullied.
But whenever someone bullied Qin Jia, Qin Feng would fight with them like crazy, even if the other person was an adult. Once, he went crazy and bit off a piece of flesh from an adult.
This led Liu Zimo to give Qin Feng the nickname "madman", but Qin Feng didn't like it very much. In order to express his resistance and his indignation, he also called Liu Zimo, who liked to put on hair gel and oily face, a gangster.
Nickname!
"Madman, you are really mad!!!"
Although Qin Feng's voice was not loud, Liu Zimo still heard it, which made him jump up suddenly, rushed in front of Qin Feng, and punched Qin Feng hard on the shoulder.
"Haha, madman, we meet again!" Liu Zimo's heart was filled with joy at this time, but when he looked at Qin Feng, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
Different from his own excitement, Qin Feng in front of him now had a bitter look on his face, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes.
This made Liu Zimo couldn't help but feel surprised. According to his thoughts, even if Qin Feng jumped up unhappy when he saw him, he wouldn't frown and shed tears, right?
