Chi Guang

Chapter 8 Do you remember your own mother?

In the oldest and oldest block of Gaoshiba, technical schools and vocational high schools stand side by side, junior high schools and primary schools coexist. A few children with schoolbags are chasing each other on the side of the road, and an old lady on crutches is walking slowly. A few leaves of the small-leaved banyan tree on the slope at the entrance fell behind one after another, covering the scattered shadows of the trees, and the afterglow of the setting sun soaked every inch of the leaves.

The alleys in the streets are intertwined like a maze, the alleys are narrow and dilapidated, and a tent can be set up at night to shoot ghost movies. Ignoring the garbage and withered yellow leaves piled up on both sides of the road, I entered a broken Internet cafe in the deepest part of the alley.

"Brother Hai," a breezy yellow-haired man greeted him, bowing his head respectfully, "Brother San is downstairs in the billiards room."

"Ah."

Mu Shihai followed Huang Mao, turning around and shuttling down the dark and dilapidated stairs. When he passed by the smoky billiard room, he felt a turbid smell blowing his face. The smell of sweat and body odor mixed with smog fermented, and the smell was disgusting.A group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old young people are obsessed with games all day long. Violence and fighting are the only entertainment that stimulates adrenaline.

A man with a cigarette in his mouth came up to him, his tattoos spread from his neck to his arms, he looked up and down with contemptuous and apprehensive eyes at a boy who was only 16 years old in front of him, who dared to come here alone in his school uniform: "Finally here, third brother I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Mu Shihai didn't take the cigarette handed by the man: "I don't know the place, I went the wrong way."

"It's okay, you'll be familiar with it after a few more visits." The man pushed open the dilapidated iron door, with a sharp creaking sound: "Go in, third brother is inside."

"Xiao Hai," Qin Sanyan put down his billiard stick and greeted Mu Shihai to take his seat. Under the flickering lights, the big gold chain as thick as a little finger dazzled: "You are late, I thought you would skip class."

"The first day of school, you can't escape."

"Small matter, you are still a student after all." Qin Sanyan took out two bottles of beer from the box, and threw one bottle to Mu Shihai: "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

The beer can was firmly caught in mid-air, and Mu Shihai skillfully pulled the pull ring, and he was more than half suffocated in one breath: "It's a little thing, third brother, please help me."

Mu Shihai took out a stack of photos from his arms and threw them on the table. The photos were scattered all over the place. He pointed at the people in the photos with a blank expression, and the words he said made people shudder: "Yin Xu and his followers, It's all here;"

"make a robbery or an accident;"

"It's important to attack, but don't be too serious," the understatement made Qin Sanyan, who had stabbed someone with a knife at the age of 13 and had been in and out of the police station all the year round, felt a chill on his back: "Just lie in the hospital for half a month. Don't miss my birthday party." .”

"Okay," the man accepted the photo, lit a cigarette and held it to his mouth: "I'll handle the work, don't worry."

Mu Shihai nodded, and opened another can of wine: "Old rules, the money will be transferred to your account after the matter is completed."

"Xiao Hai," Qin Sanyan took a puff of cigarette, and spit out the cigarette with doubts: "Why don't you tell your father that what Yin Xu did was instigated by Yin Zhimei?"

"Mu Xingyong won't believe it," the last sip of beer fell into his throat, and the two tin cans turned into scraps of iron in Mu Shihai's hands: "In his eyes, Yin Zhimei is just a little girl who can't be lifted by the shoulders or carried by the hands." White Flower, a good wife and mother who touched the top ten figures in China."

"Your father..." Qin Sanyan sneered, and the ash bomb fell on the dark floor: "When father treats him like this, he will regret it in the future."

"I'll be leaving first," Mu Shihai said without further discussion. With a raised hand, the beer can was safely thrown into the trash can: "I wish third brother all the best in advance."

"Xiao Hai! Wait a minute," Qin Sanyan got up hastily and accidentally knocked over the chair: "I have something to tell you;"

Mu Shihai turned around, the light above his head was split by the shadows and fell on his straight shoulders, half of his face was immersed in the obscure darkness, the sharp edges and corners and facial features were more clearly defined through the little light, and the alienation brought the young man The unique rebelliousness of human beings and the insidiousness and cruelty that should not appear.A trace of complexity flashed across Qin Sanyan's eyes, taking advantage of the rising smell of alcohol, the words in his heart opened like a flood, pouring thousands of miles away: "Yang Shushu, your mother, do you still have memories?"

"I have received her favor."

The expressionless face finally cracked: "What did you say!"

"Really, I didn't lie to you," Qin Sanyan said with a wry smile: "When I was 15 years old, I got into a fight with someone and was imprisoned in a police station. Aunt Yang came to the police station to find someone and saw me dying in the corner. The doctor treated my wounds and asked someone to arrange a quieter cell for me. I will remember her kindness for this kind of kindness for the rest of my life, and I will repay her in my next life with a straw ring;"

"After being sentenced to prison, Aunt Yang would visit me once a year and tell me to behave well. After five years in prison, I just got out after three years;"

"The first time I saw you, I just turned eighteen and I just got out of prison, and you were only four years old." Recalling the old incident, Qin Sanyan's mind flashed that gentle and beautiful face, the fierce face Suddenly became soft: "At that time, Aunt Yang had just finished the divorce procedures with your father. I was standing at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau, watching Mu Xingyong take Yin Zhimei in to go through the marriage procedures after getting the divorce certificate on the front foot;"

"Aunt Yang was standing on the side of the road with you in her arms, and watched as the two of them drove away hand in hand. I saw her crouching at the door crying with you in her arms, but when she saw me, she held back her tears and greeted me with a smile, and asked me why I was so soon to be released from prison;"

Mu Shihai clung to the doorknob tightly, trembling uncontrollably, Qin Sanyan lit another cigarette, recalling the past: "Aunt Yang said that the child was forcibly handed over to the father, Mu Xingyong, that fucking thing, In order to get the inheritance that your grandfather left you, I fought with your mother, saying that whoever wins the child will belong to him, how could such a gentle person like Aunt Yang win him; "

"But Jiang is still old and hot. Mu Xingyong didn't know until after he won your custody rights that the will will not take effect until you are an adult. He vomited blood with hatred and almost strangled you to death;"

"I just came out of the prison, and your mother didn't think I was unlucky, coaxing you to call me brother. The little bean bag, which is not half as long as mine, is holding my arm, for fear that it will break you if you touch it;"

"Before she left, your mother told me that she will emigrate with her parents next month, and she doesn't know when she will come back. Let me help take care of you as much as I can."

"Later Mu Xingyong took you to move, and I couldn't find your whereabouts until I saw you fighting with Yin Xu at the gate of the No. [-] Middle School." Qin Sanyan smiled: "Good boy, you are more ruthless than me, and Yin Xu is about to be killed." You're out of breath."

"You..." Mu Shihai moved his dry lips, and said with difficulty: "How did you recognize me?"

"You are exactly the same as when you were a child. Your face is open. Although your facial features are like your father's, Shen Yun is exactly like Aunt Yang."

"But I don't remember you." Mu Shihai's eyes were blank and his brows were twisted into knots: "When I was seven years old, I had a high fever and went to the hospital. When I woke up, I forgot everything about my childhood."

"It doesn't matter, you know now anyway," Qin Sanyan looked at Mu Shihai, who was already standing like an ice sculpture, with a flickering scar and a serious expression: "Xiaohai, all the previous piles were purely for the sake of Aunt Yang. I only help out for the sake of you, your third brother, I have long since rehabilitated and returned to the golden basin to wash my hands, so I won’t go back to my old business just to earn your little money;”

"But now, look at yourself, what do you look like? You don't even bat an eye when you shout and kill, Mu Shihai, do you really think of yourself as one of my gang of hooligans?"

Mu Shihai smiled coldly: "I'm not as good as them, they have parents and parents, and I'm just a bastard that no one wants."

"Fart your mother!" Qin Sanyan dropped the cigarette case, rushed up and picked up Mu Shihai's neckline: "Aunt Yang is still here, what kind of orphan are you?"

"Go away, little bastard," Qin Sanyan waved his hands to drive people away: "Don't run here if you have nothing to do! Just stay in school and study hard for me!" While talking, he pushed Mu Shihai to go out, the iron gate With a buckle, the tall bridge of the nose bumped into dust.