The road is full of cars, but they don't drive fast. The lights are all on, and a string of stars stretches into the distance.
It is now around 20 o'clock in the evening. Hong Yanwu is driving and has arrived at the Jingtong Expressway. Sitting in the car, he can see the straight bank of the Tonghui River. Next to it is the viaduct of the Batong Line of the Metro, and further on, he is almost to the Fifth Ring Road of Beijing.
His plan was to run all the way north from the capital and go straight to the nearest border. He had to leave the country in the shortest possible time. Whether it was Outer Mongolia, Korea, or Russia, he could only be safe if he left.
Because he understands, he is even more afraid of the forces that are about to hunt him down. As long as he is still in the country, there is a fatal rope around his neck. Once they tighten it, he will undoubtedly have to stay in the cold.
die).
Therefore, according to what he had already thought, he had to first go to those "friends" in the past to help him with some "little favors". For example, asking them to drive this "Silver Benz" to other places and at the same time give him a replacement that could not be used.
The tracking car is used. Of course, there is no need to tell them anything, both of them will understand each other. This S350 is also enough as a reward for them to keep the secret. Once he leaves the capital, even if Gao Ming can find them, the trouble will be with him.
It doesn't matter anymore.
Hong Yanwu cheered up and started dialing numbers on the car phone.
"Hey, Nail...what, where's the first aid?...Myocardial infarction?"
"Big old fart, you old boy, if I have anything to do with you...what? Are you the father of a policeman now?...Ah? You stopped for your son?"
"I'm looking for Xiao Gangbeng'er... what? Dead?... No, he only has four cards (slang, Zhang means ten)... The plane crashed two months ago?"...
Hong Yanwu's face was really uglier than if he had just seen a ghost. He stared blankly at the taillights of the dark blue Ma Saner in front of him, feeling the sadness of a hero in his twilight years.
After a while, he cautiously dialed the landline number again.
"I, I'm looking for Lao Huang'er,...what? We went to climb the Jiankou Great Wall with our travel companions?...Isn't this nonsense? It's a snowy day, and he is a lame...ah? He has been missing for three days...
What? Let me hang up? Don’t delay the call from the police?...Oh, wait..."
When he put down the phone, Hong Yanwu's eyes were not clear at all. His lips kept trembling, as if he was trying to figure out the power of time. Melancholy, anger, and despair all came to him.
If you are not careful, all the old people will become "old fools"!
Yes, no matter what happened back then, these people have long passed the age of knowing their destiny. It turns out that he is not the only one who has been thrown away by time as garbage.
No one can count on him, he can only rely on himself. Now he is just a lone wolf on the road to escape alone in the wind and snow.
It took a long time to regain consciousness. Hong Yanwu pursed his lips and had to immediately figure out the new details of his escape.
Try not to go anywhere where there are cameras, and wear masks and hats to disguise your appearance. You are not allowed to take any public transportation. You have to find a black car with a different brand to leave the capital overnight, and wait until you are outside to catch your breath.
Well, once we enter the city, regardless of anything else, we must first "process" this car.
But where to park this car?
Hey, it's safe to drive into the moat secretly.
Yes, that's a good idea.
Can you escape?
Maybe you can, maybe you can't. But no matter what, you should give it a try. This is a gamble, and it can be considered a thrilling gamble.
When he thought of this, it seemed as if he was going on a "death journey", and Hong Yanwu couldn't help his heart beating wildly. Looking at the black hole in front, he smiled nervously again.
Gambling? Isn't life just gambling? Society is a big casino, but he is playing a bit too big, and the chips are his life.
win?
Can you win?
lose?
Maybe you will lose.
If you win, you live, if you lose, you die. There is no choice. He doesn't want to gamble, is it possible?
But I finally managed to escape successfully, and there is no sure way to escape.
When he thought of this, Hong Yanwu felt that his luck was actually not bad. He became more optimistic.
He began to talk to himself to comfort himself, "Every bad thing turns into good luck. God will never starve to death."
Then, in order to calm down, he turned on the radio again.
The song played in the car was a familiar melody in my memory. The hoarse voice of a rough old man was very distinctive, and he actually sang it so smoothly and smoothly, just like running water.
"If I go back to the past and everything happens again, will I understand the key points of life, not be afraid of setbacks, and have no empty complaints, so that I can see further..."
When Hong Yanwu listened, he felt that this song was so good that it was played just for him.
He tried hard to think of the name of the song, but he couldn't remember it. He started humming again, but he couldn't sing it in tune either. It was really annoying.
A thought suddenly occurred to him, was his life worth living or was it a loss?
Frowning, he was suddenly filled with unspeakable awkwardness.
What? Are you sick?
He cursed himself, not wanting to find the answer anymore, his eyes were all red.
There is no regret medicine in the world.
Just after passing the Fifth Ring Road, a billboard emerged from the snow and fog on the roadside. It was a foreign brand of ice cream. In such weather, the billboard was covered with frost, making the content of the advertisement particularly vivid.
This scene immediately made Hong Yanwu nostalgic for the past. He remembered the taste of the orange soda he used to drink. At that time, no one was pursuing Aikadas, let alone what Hiroshima coffee was. However, as time flies, everything in the past has become
history.
There are no longer wooden telegraph poles on the roadside, non-staple food stores have become chain supermarkets, bathhouses have become bathing centers, and bicycles have been replaced by electric vehicles. Now the entire capital has changed, and the speed of change is far faster than the change of people.
Where is this? Shanghai? Tokyo? New York? Confused.
Has he been here? Is this still where he was born?
The past is completely unrecognizable. After spring, autumn, year after year, time has taken everything away. A modern capital is superimposed on the traditional capital of the past. Everyone in the world
We all know what Beijing looks like now, because it looks like a replica of almost any modern city.
There are so many high-rise buildings as far as the eye can see, and all kinds of buildings are confusing. Look, there are so many magnificent high-rise buildings, one is bigger and taller than the other, and they are extraordinary in style. Each one is more colorful and brightly lit than the other. Who knows?
It looks pretty good, but how many people know what's hidden inside.
Is it a floor full of conspiracies? Or is it a whole floor full of male thieves and female prostitutes? How many dirty transactions are going on in those rooms with bright windows? How many men and women seeking stimulation are having sex in the office?
The modern rhythm has diluted the taste of the past, and the past life has been polished away bit by bit by time. The time-honored brands in the capital are constantly being "buried" or "annihilated". People are fleeing to skyscrapers, shopping malls, and bombings.
Chicken and Xindak. Large areas of old and familiar streets and alleys have been demolished and replaced by modern landmark buildings such as R&F Plaza, Soho Modern City, China World Trade Center, Bird's Nest, Water Cube, and China Vision Big Pants.
The neon lights are flashing and the tall buildings are everywhere. Modern prosperity will always be like this.
Can we ever go back to the past?
Can't go back.
"...I will no longer make promises lightly, and I will no longer change myself for anyone. After life trials, love setbacks are inevitable. I still look forward to tomorrow..."
No matter how I listen to lyrics like this, I feel sour in my heart.
Hong Yanwu's heart was ups and downs. He seemed to have drank too much and his emotions became extremely strong.
Decades of life have passed by in a blink of an eye. This "disaster" like him is also a person who has thrown away his fifties and ran for sixty years. How fast? What is the reason for the commotion in these fifty-two years?
In the past few decades of his life, he was a little bad guy before the age of 20, a fool after the age of 20, and a big bastard at the age of 30. Summing up the past, it was all corruption and self-indulgence. He spent his whole life fighting to the death for money.
, fighting for profit and getting bruised all over, in fact, these are all external things.
The greatest tragedy in his entire life was to discover that his life trajectory had never been a good one.
Hong Yanwu couldn't help but begin to imagine his old age. He was sitting alone on a bench in the park, hunched over, reminiscing with regret about his lost family, love and friendship, becoming a lonely ghost...
Without any warning, he suddenly yelled in the car, "I've been following nowhere in my life!"
Then, he actually cried again.
How evil!
The snow was falling heavily, and the sky was all white.
The car drove very quietly, at 50 kilometers per hour.
Hong Yanwu couldn't drive too fast, the weather was too bad, and he was in poor health. He only drove for more than half an hour, and his energy was already a bit unsustainable.
What made him most impatient was that a heavy-duty truck carrying goods blocked the way ahead. For several kilometers, his car was blocked by the heavy truck in front, and he could only follow slowly behind.
.
He finally couldn't help but sounded the horn.
After another long time, the heavy truck finally started to move to the side of the road.
Not wanting to miss the opportunity, Hong Yanwu stepped on the accelerator, crossed the white line, and drove forward. But at the moment of overtaking, he was shocked to see a dazzling light in front of him.
It turned out that a black BMW x7 coming from the opposite lane lost control and flew into the air. The car flew over the isolation belt in the middle of the road and was heading straight towards Hong Yanwu's front!
How could that happen?!
Unable to escape, it was too late to brake. I saw the lights on the front of the BMW getting brighter and brighter, and then turned into a pale white, and I couldn't see anything clearly...
Is the sky thundering? Why is there a roar?
Why is the snow between heaven and earth red?
Feng Xinglie! He is actually flying?
Hong Yanwu was really rising, feeling his body relax and relax, as if he was floating in heaven. He didn't think about anything, just looked at the Milky Way in the sky.
Galaxy?
No, it turned out to be the lights of cars on the highway. And those cars suddenly got bigger, bigger and bigger!
The severe pain that came from his body instantly made Hong Yanwu wake up. He was hit by an oncoming car and was sent to the sky, and now he was rushing towards the ground.
He never thought that such a bloody movie scene would be the reason for ending his life.
He is going to die!
Hong Yanwu tried his best to lift his legs up, hoping to step on God even if he died.
Following his legs, he saw the night sky.
God, I was really stepped on by him!
He fell faster and faster, and the stronger and stronger wind hit his face, whoosh!
Before he hit the ground, he was already suffocating.
And when his body hit the ground, it sounded like a hungry dog chewing the bones in its mouth.