In the early hours of the morning, Liu Ziguang walked out of the Jiangbei City train station. Stars were shining on the dark sky. The dim light bulb above the exit of the station projected his tall figure on the square. He saw passengers pouring out of the station and taxis soliciting passengers.
Drivers and hotel attendants gathered around him like flies, but no one paid any attention to him, who was dressed as a migrant worker. Only a few middle-aged men holding paper signs weakly greeted him: "X County, Y County long-distance bus"
, just get in the car and leave.”
When he was still some distance away from his home, Liu Ziguang suddenly stopped and his eyes fell on a cleaner on the street. She was an aunt with gray hair, wearing overalls and sleeves, cleaning the road.
, I don’t know what festival it was last night, there were garbage thrown everywhere on the ground, she bent down from time to time to pick up drink bottles and waste paper, and stuffed them into a snakeskin bag. It seemed that her waist was not very good, every time she bent down
Very difficult.
"It's me, my son is back." Liu Ziguang rushed over. His long and arrogant career in the military has turned the weak boy into a tough guy made of iron. In the past eight years, he has shed blood and sweat, but he has not shed a single tear.
, but at this moment, tears burst out of his eyes, and the tough-minded man actually cried like a child.
The mother also burst into tears, hugging Liu Ziguang and bursting into tears. Her son, who had been missing for eight years, finally came back. The days without hope finally ignited a new light of hope. For eight years, this was the moment she had been waiting for.
, the old man hugged his son tightly and did not dare to let go, for fear that this was just a dream.
His son was getting darker and thinner, but he was much stronger than before. Touching the muscles on his arms, the old man finally smiled happily: "It will be good to come back, it will be good to come back."
I don't know when, the street lights went out, a red sun broke out, and it was dawn.
…
Liu Ziguang's home is located in the city's famous "Gaotu Slope". It is a dirty and messy shanty town. Due to various historical problems, it has never been demolished. After helping his mother pull the cleaning truck home, he found that the yard had changed a lot.
Many people have built two or even three-story buildings. This is because the area is about to be demolished. The additional building can increase the area and requires compensation. However, the home is still the same as before, two low bungalows, and the outside is
A small kitchen made of asbestos tiles.
When I opened the door lock, a musty smell hit my face. Because the sunlight was blocked, the home was naturally dark and humid. The furnishings in the home were still the same as they were eight years ago. Even my bedroom, which was only three square meters, was the same.
The bed was covered with a blue printed quilt, and his leather shoes were placed under the bed. The shoes were clean and had obviously been wiped frequently.
"Xiaoguang, are you hungry? Mom will light the stove to cook for you." Mom said, opening the door of the briquette stove, picking up the fire tongs and replacing it with a new briquette.
"Mom, I'm not hungry, please stop being so busy. Where is dad?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"I haven't come back from the night shift at the nearby Zhicheng Garden. You see, I almost forgot. I quickly called his PHS and asked him to go home." Mom said.
Mom picked up the phone and dialed for a long time, and finally got through. After a few hellos and a couple of hums, she put down the phone and turned around, her face full of anxiety: "Your dad was beaten in class and is now in the hospital for emergency treatment.
What can we do?"
Liu Ziguang said calmly: "Mom, don't panic. Let's take the money to the hospital first. It's important to save people."
Mom took out a small artificial leather bag from the depth of the cabinet, and took out a thin stack of money and two bankbooks. Her eye circles were red again, and she muttered nervously: "Don't let anything happen. Our family really can't stand the trouble."
His legs felt a little weak as he spoke. Over the years, the old couple had relied on each other and supported each other to survive. If the old man collapsed, the backbone of the family would collapse.
Two strong hands supported the mother.
"Everything is with me, and nothing will happen." The son's firm voice sounded, which was like a shot in the arm for the mother. Yes, there is nothing to be afraid of now that the son is back. No matter how hard it is, he has his son to bear it.
The mother packed a thermos bucket, a lunch box, chopsticks, a spoon, a change of clothes and other necessary items for hospitalization, and handed them to her son to carry. The mother and son locked the door and took a car to the emergency department of the First Hospital of the city.
Outside the emergency room, two middle-aged men in black security uniforms were smoking. When they saw Liu Ziguang's mother and son coming over, they hurriedly greeted them: "Sister-in-law, you're here."
Mother asked anxiously: "Where is our old Liu?"
"We've been filming inside. We just entered the emergency room. The company leaders also informed us that they will be here in a while. Sister-in-law, don't be anxious..." My father's colleague threw away his cigarette butt and quickly accompanied his mother to the emergency room.
As he walked into the room, he didn't even ask who Liu Ziguang was.
The door of the emergency room was closed tightly, and doctors and nurses wearing masks were busy inside. My mother was afraid of delaying the doctor's treatment, so she stood at the door and did not dare to go in. My father's colleague took the X-ray film and introduced the whole story in a low voice.
"Lao Liu works from late at night to dawn. Our community has two gates. In order to facilitate management, one enters and one exits. At around 5 o'clock in the morning, a BMW blocked the exit and insisted on going in. Lao Liu went up to persuade him.
He didn't know that the guy drank too much, kicked Old Liu down, and even took out the steering wheel lock and hit Old Liu all over his face. If we hadn't arrived in time, it wouldn't have been as simple as a broken arm.
"
Hearing that her man was bullied and beaten in this way, my mother's tears came down again: "Lao Zhang, Lao Li, thank you. I will give you the amount of money in advance."
Lao Zhang said: "Sister-in-law, don't say anything like that. Lao Liu was injured on the job, and the company can reimburse him. Besides, we have already called the police. Whatever happens this time, he will have to pay us tens of thousands of yuan."
"Where does the murderer live? What's his name?" Liu Ziguang suddenly interrupted and asked.
Lao Zhang looked at Liu Ziguang suspiciously: "What is this?"
"This is my son." The mother introduced.
"Oh" Lao Zhang nodded and sighed: "That man is a big businessman. He drives a champagne gold BMW SUV in and out. He lives in Building 16. I really don't know which household. So
People are not easy to fight with, and the couple is very fierce. We usually avoid him when we see him, which means that Lao Liu is stubborn and has to confront him. Isn't this asking for trouble?"
Liu Ziguang was furious, and his iron fists clenched loudly. He did not blame Lao Zhang and Lao Li. These two security guards, who were nearly fifty years old, like their father, were both laid-off workers. They were just trying to make a living.
Who has the courage to confront the local bullies?
"Mom, you stay here and I'll come back as soon as I can." After speaking, Liu Ziguang turned around and left.
"Xiaoguang, where are you going? Come back soon." When the mother chased him out, her son had already disappeared.
…
In Building 16 of Zhicheng Garden, there were only a few lonely cars in the parking space downstairs, and one of them was a champagne gold BMW that was domineering across the two parking spaces.
Liu Ziguang looked in from the driver's seat window. There was no one in the car. A thick steering wheel was locked on the steering wheel. There was a huge S logo in the center of the strange steering wheel. What a bullshit BMW off-road vehicle. It was clearly a double-ring scom Liu Ziguang
Ziguang punched out, and a deep dent suddenly appeared in the car door. The knock-off BMW screamed sharply, and the siren rang throughout the neighborhood.
Liu Ziguang raised his head and looked around. No one on the sixteenth floor was looking around. He punched down again, the hood deformed, and the alarm sounded again. This time, a window upstairs finally opened, revealing a bright red flesh tattoo.
His face was exposed. Due to the angle, he didn't see Liu Ziguang, so he just took the remote control key and pressed it. The alarm sound stopped suddenly, and his fat face shrank back.
Liu Ziguang spotted the location of the house, went straight upstairs to the eighth floor, and rang the doorbell.
For a long time, there was no movement inside. Liu Ziguang patiently rang the doorbell again, and finally a roar came from inside: "You're not letting anyone sleep anymore! What are you doing?"
Liu Ziguang said in Mandarin: "I am a property management company, and my neighbors complained that your car is disturbing the residents..."
The security door suddenly opened, and an angry fat man stood at the door, smelling of alcohol, with an impatient look on his face: "It's over!"
Without saying a word, Liu Ziguang grabbed the fat man's top and pulled it out, and pushed hard into the corridor. The fat man's slippers flew into the sky and hit the wall with his head, and his face suddenly started to bleed.
Liu Ziguang stepped forward and stepped on the fat man, and asked coldly: "Did you injure the security guard at the gate of the community?"
"You...who are you?" Before the fat man could recover, Liu Ziguang stopped asking and stepped on it. The fat man's right ankle bone shattered with a crack, and a scream like a pig was heard.
Far away, the echo lingered in the Garden of Sincerity for a long time.
Liu Ziguang asked again: "Which hand did you hit the person with in the morning?"
Only then did the fat man realize that someone had come to seek revenge. A good man would not suffer the immediate consequences, so he groaned: "Stop fighting, how much do you want?" At this time, the fat man no longer had the same air as before. His flower pajamas were open and on his fat belly.
His flesh was rolling, his face was smeared with snot, tears and blood, and he was crying in his voice. He looked as pitiful as he could get.
"Left hand or right hand?" Liu Ziguang asked calmly, as if he was not trying to break the person's arm, but rather guessing a riddle.
"It's murder, help!" A strong woman rushed out of the room with a sinewy face, dark eye shadow, and newly tattooed eyebrows like two slender black worms lying on her triangular eyes. She was not a kind person at first glance.
The woman bared her teeth and claws and pounced on Liu Ziguang. Liu Ziguang didn't even look at her. He kicked the shrew into the room with his back leg and continued to ask the fat man: "If you don't answer, I will treat her like two hands."
"Right... no, it's the left hand, neither of them. Please spare me." The fat man burst into tears, with shiny snot flowing into his mouth, and his smoky yellow teeth were exposed to the broad daylight. How much more?
How disgusting it is.
Liu Ziguang was unmoved, stretched out his foot and stepped on the fat man's right elbow, pinched the anti-joint of his forearm and violently bent it. With a crisp sound, the arm dropped down at an incredible angle.
This time the fat man didn't howl anymore, he just went into shock.
"Emergency room of the municipal hospital, bring money to see my dad, or I will break your husband's other limb." Liu Ziguang said a word to the shrew who was so scared that he was silent in the room, turned around and walked away.
Half a day later, the fat man finally woke up. The sound of the ambulance outside was getting closer and closer. The fierce woman knelt aside and cried: "Husband, call the police."
"It's too cheap for him to call the police. Call Qiangzi, quickly." The fat man said weakly.