Southern tide

Chapter 33 33

They were sticky together, and they were willing to leave only when the wind picked up at night.Zhou Ming took the clothes and put them on him, not even letting Mu Yang button them.Am I a three year old?Mu Yang said so.You are, Zhou Mingshea nodded.Obstinate possessiveness, wishing to take another person in the world completely as his own, and do everything by himself.

As he bowed his head to button his button, Mu Yang was cunning and took out his wallet from his pocket.He stretched out his hand to grind it, and turned out the photo.The one he stole.Under the moonlight, he stretched out his hand to caress Zhou Mingshea's face again, stroking the missing part of his life across time and space, across dimensions.

Zhou Mingshea saw it and joked, "What are you doing?"

"Don't let me see?"

Zhou Ming sheath brushed his soft lips, and felt that there was still a little sticky white/turbidity trace: "Let, you put on your clothes first, and take a look at it casually. Otherwise, when someone passes by, you will be famous today .”

"Now I'm afraid people will see, don't take me off at the beginning. You will be angry if you take it off, you vinegar."

Zhou Ming let him scold him.

Laughing and laughing slowly, they got back on the motorcycle, kicked off, and the engine roared away.They rode against the evening wind, and there was a faint light of day under the mountains not far away.Light purple, silvery white, two or three birds flew.They stopped on the bridge, and there was no car at this time, so they left their motorcycles in the middle of the road, with their feet stretched out, swinging in the air without fear of death.

The photo is in Zhou Mingsheath's hand.He looked down for a while, then raised it up, and by the light of the sky: "We are all men. Men and men."

Mu Yang bought a pack of cigarettes when he passed by a small supermarket that was not closed. At this time, he lit one, took two puffs by himself, and leaned over to Zhou Mingshea.No one did anything, just entangled with their lips and tongues to change the cigarette.Mu Yang said, "Are you afraid?"

"We jumped from here when we were discovered. It's so heroic. No one dares to gossip." Zhou Mingshe spoke nonsense.

"Crazy," Mu Yang said, "I'll say you forced it when the time comes."

Zhou Mingshean smiled angrily at him: "I force it? If you have it, push me."

He paused: "It's a pity, I'm going to put this photo in your pocket, and when someone finds it out, you won't be able to tell."

Mu Yang snatched the photo: "Tear it up now."

Zhou Mingshea was not nervous, he took a puff of smoke slowly and looked at him: "Are you willing?"

Mu Yang made a gesture to tear it apart, but he used three points of strength in his hand, so he was careful not to move.

"Huh." He put the photo away.

They rode back to the village in the city, left the car unlocked downstairs, and went up to the fourth floor one after the other.I'm tired, I don't have the strength to do it anymore, I know that we are here and we won't go anywhere, so we just need to hug each other.The moonlight still slipped in through the small window, and covered the person's body, like a shadow like a gauze.Zhou Mingxiu even thought that Mu Yang had fallen asleep, but he felt the person in his arms move suddenly.

The little dog raised his face, his hair was messed up, he just arched him, and turned over the old score with a smile: "Men and men, are you afraid?"

Mu Yang raised his hand, and a warm light flashed on the bone ring.He put the ring-wearing hand in front of Zhou Mingsheath, Zhou Mingsheath kissed her, and then kissed slowly from his fingertips.Fingers softened.

Mu Yang coaxed him: "I'm not afraid anymore, I'm not afraid. Whoever dares to speak against me, I'll beat him up. Okay? Don't try me again."

He closed his eyes and retracted his hand, curled up on Zhou Ming's sheathed arm with a peaceful mind.It's a bit like a small animal yawning lazily, revealing its soft belly to cunning humans.He fell asleep quickly, but Zhou Mingshea kept looking at that face, thinking of one thing: Yes, he knows everything.He had already left everything behind, ran to his arms desperately, ran to his palm and licked and kissed him...

He will always be by Mu Yang's side when the sky falls.

Sleeping until noon the next day, there was a heavy knock on the door.Mu Yang opened the door sleepily, it was Lao Chen.

Lao Chen came to collect motorcycles. Starting next year, Hong Kong City will completely ban motorcycles.These beasts had to be kept in cages, sold or destroyed.Old Chen asked him if he wanted to change hands, and he could exchange some money for a good meal. Mu Yang squatted beside the shiny black painted car, and finished smoking a cigarette: "No. It's better to be crushed than to die."

So he and Old Chen dragged their long steps, seized the motorcycle and walked towards the sunset.Walk towards the sunset, and you will arrive at the police station in Laochen District.A young policeman greeted him: "It's the last day of work!"

Mu Yang stopped.

Old Chen looked back at him: "Oh, I will retire tomorrow."

Mu Yang paused: "What about after retirement?"

Old Chen turned his head again: "Eat, sleep, walk birds, and occasionally watch people play chess. I have gone to retire."

Only then did Mu Yang realize that Old Chen was much shorter.

Lao Chen accompanied him through the formalities, but Mu Yang refused to leave, so he went with him to a familiar noodle shop to have a bowl of noodles and chicken soup.Lao Chen made a "sucking" sound, satiated, and sighed profusely in the mist.He sat there, and the neighbors who came and went knew him, and when they greeted him, he squinted his eyes and nodded.

Old Chen suddenly withdrew his gaze and turned to the young man in front of him: "You are a good boy. What do you want to do in the future?"

Mu Yang was silent for a long time: "Anyway, I won't go to the police academy." This was the place where old Chen Ming secretly hoped for him to go, "It's boring to be like you."

"You still know how to talk." Lao Chen took a puff of cigarette and scolded.

They were silent for a long time, and it was Lao Chen who started the conversation again: "Where is that person?"

"Which one?"

"The man you saved at the train station."

"He." Mu Yang paused, "He's still there."

Old Chen snorted, as if he hesitated to speak.If he doesn't talk, Mu Yang won't ask, he is not a talkative person.

Old Chen asked, "Did you attend classes when you were in school?"

"Do not listen."

"Not attending class, what are you doing?"

"sleep."

"Reading?"

"not much."

"Does Jin Yong read it?"

"A little bit."

Old Chen finally showed a little smile: "I also read it when I was young. There are too many supporting roles in the book. Sometimes the writing of the book is just a passing note, and no one cares about it, but I just remember it. It's good to be a supporting role, and the chivalry is hidden." Behind the paper and ink, you don’t need to be seen or told. You are such a person, Ayang.”

It was the first time he called Mu Yang's name like this, and Mu Yang raised his head.

"Actually, what you said is right. Many times, I can't do anything about it. But whether it is useful is one thing, and whether you want to do it is another. As long as you do it, no matter sooner or later, at least you will have a clear conscience before you die, Cao Sheng You should think so too.”

Old Chen got up and dropped two ten-cent notes on the table.He always refused to let Mu Yang pay, treating him like a child.He patted Mu Yang on the shoulder: "Get out of here with him, you know who I'm talking about. You've been stuck here for too long. It's fine to go anywhere, Ruth keeps going forward."

After that, school will start.Mu Yang didn't report any more.He also knew that it was boring, there was no need to dawdle.Zhou Mingshea would not stop him, nor would he persuade him to study.People have their own way, and they can only be responsible for themselves.All Zhou Mingxiu could do was to carry a little burden for him, no matter whether Mu Yangtong agreed or not.

Zhou Mingshen found a job, worked two shifts, and often slept under the sun.

One day, while he was asleep, Mu Yang went across half of the port city to the construction site.That was where Mu Huaitian was.The construction site was hot and dusty, and the strong man was sweating profusely with his bare arms, and every inch of his face was filled with dirt and dust.He poked his head out to tell the security guard that he wanted to see Mu Huaitian, and someone yelled: "Old Mu, your precious son!" Then the mumbling voice gradually faded away, but was caught by Mu Yang's ears: "Are you still here?" You're not lying, you're carrying your schoolbag, and you look like a good student..."

I don't know what kind of cowhide Mu Huaitian made on the construction site and how he was packaged.Parents are always like this. They only say good things to outsiders and scold you in front of you, so you always feel that he doesn't love you.

Mu Huaitian trotted all the way over, but stopped when he reached the door.After that, he leaned over slowly and did not speak.

Mu Yang could only say first, "I'll come and see you." He said, "Are you okay?"

One sentence wipes out a lot of things.

Mu Huaitian took half a day off, passively sabotaged his work, and took his son around the construction site.They said something indiscriminately, all trivial, and avoided talking about the most important things.Mu Huaitian raised his head and squinted his eyes to show Mu Yang: "This is the main stadium. All the gymnasiums under construction here are for the sports meeting. The state says We must vigorously develop sports events." He then pointed to the building next to him: "That is for athletes, with two bedrooms and one living room, very grand."

He lowered his head and stepped on the soil under his feet, the soft weeds were repeatedly trampled on the rough gravel.Mu Huaitian knelt down: "But it's actually quite a pity. It used to be a farmland, rice, fish and frogs. Just fill it out."

Mu Yang raised his head, his figure turned into a black shadow in the scorching sun at noon, blurred.He said, "Why bother?"

Mu Huaitian got up: "I always have to move forward. In fact, I can't bear it, the land is gone. What a pity. But, what does it have to do with me? The land is not mine, and I can't afford to live in the building. I It’s just working for people.”

He stretched out his hand to rub the top of Mu Yang's head, which was already hot from the sun.But he raised his hand, but in the end he didn't put it down, but put it on Mu Yang's shoulder.

"So, I count on you to succeed."

Mu Huaitian said this.

This sentence made Mu Yang's spine ache, and he finally raised his eyes to look at the strange father: "Don't you like me like this?"

Before Mu Huaitian could answer, he added another sentence: "Does this disappoint you?"

"I don't study, I don't do anything, I just idle around, and I ride my bike around the streets every day. Oh, and now I don't have any cars."

Under the sun, the young man's voice was muffled.

In the sultry, pale sunlight, in the deadly gray smoke and dusty air, the tractor roared not far away, the excavator shoveled down, and the reinforced concrete jumped up.A wisp of smoke came out from between his fingers, and Mu Yang couldn't even be sure for a moment whether it was Mu Huaitian who lit the smoke himself, or whether he was in a hurry to light it. He only heard Mu Huaitian say: "Ah Yang, your father It was never necessary to live in a house like that.”

He squinted his eyes: "You are smarter than me, and you knew earlier than me that one side of the water and soil is the other of the people, and the water and soil can come back again, but people can't."

The sky was distorted and rolled by the steam, blurring a round of scorching sun among the clouds and mists.

"By the time I wanted to understand, it was too late."

He threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out.Mu Yang looked down, and when the flames were extinguished among the gravel, he felt his heart was kicked hard.This kick kicked over all the grievances hidden in the internal organs, the chest suddenly hurt, and the nose was sore.This kick came a little late.

Mu Yang turned his head away and didn't say anything to him, Mu Huaitian sent him to the gate of the construction site.He asked Mu Yang to help him hold the filthy yellow helmet, and Mu Yang felt hot in his hand.He felt a small gash in the top of the helmet, as if he had been poked with a steel rod.He thought anxiously for a moment: What if he is not so lucky next time?It will penetrate flesh and blood, what should I do?

There is room for love and hate, but not for life and death.

Mu Huaitian bought him a bottle of ice water and a pack of flue-cured tobacco from the canteen at the door.He stuffed it into Mu Yang's pocket: "The teacher said you didn't report it."

"No more."

"Where are you going?"

"I do not know either."

Mu Huaitian thought for a while: "You know what's in your heart, so I don't care. My number won't change, so I can call whenever I want."

Mu Yang nodded and licked his lips.In fact, he still had something to do, but at this moment, he couldn't open his mouth.So he nodded vaguely and walked forward slowly.Mu Huaitian called him to stop.

"Mu Yang!" He yelled loudly, but it was a long time before he spoke again: "Do you hate me?"

Mu Yang turned around: "If you can ask me that, you already have an answer in your heart."

"I'm not sure."

"That explanation is not important."

He walked back, finally made up his mind, and took out a pack of leather-colored envelopes from his pocket.He had obviously squeezed and held the envelope many times, leaving tense sweat stains on the originally brand new and flat cover.

"All my money is here," Mu Yang said, "I've given it to you. I'm leaving."

"I'm not short of money."

"Be filial, okay?" He thought for a while.

Mu Huaitian looked at him.

"You always ask me if I hate you, it's so selfish. Have you ever thought about how I felt at that moment? It's like being poked in the spine." Mu Yang put his hands in his pockets and turned his head. "I really hate a person, my heart will be cold. Treat him as air, insignificant. How can you be treated like this." He said softly.

They stood on the side of the road, the road was full of dust and smoke, and the traffic was roaring by.But the wind made it very clear.

Mu Yang took a deep breath: "I really want to leave, I don't want to do this again. I figured it out, I don't like this place, so I went to another place. There is no one who can trap me, I have my own way to find .”

Mu Huaitian smiled: "Okay." However, he returned the envelope containing a thick stack of banknotes to him. "I don't accept this. You are my son, and I have the right to wait for a better gift."

Mu Yang was startled, and looked up at him.

"I knew that day would come," said the father.

They saved some money, and one day at the end of September, they went to the beach.

The sea breeze and salty tide made people's faces astringent.They lay on the sand, letting the waves beat every inch of their skin.Back in Hong Kong City, just out of the train station, I noticed eyes staring at me in the dark.Mu Yang turned up the collar of his leather jacket, pretending to be deep and said to Zhou Mingshea in Cantonese: "Hey, you young and Dangerous boy, why are you being chased for debt?"

Zhou Ming pinched his face: "My uncle is following up again."

Hong Kong City couldn't stay any longer, Mu Yang said he had to pack up his things, and bid farewell to some friends by the way, and made an appointment at 04:30 the next afternoon, where and where people would meet at the gate of the train station. "Just wait for me for half an hour. If I don't arrive within half an hour, it means that I have changed my mind and don't want to go with you." He said as he put his arms around Zhou Mingshea's neck, and fastened the buttons on Zhou Mingshea's body .

"You don't watch Hong Kong movies in the future," Zhou Mingshen sighed, "I'm so nervous."

The eyelashes blocked the expression in Mu Yang's eyes: "Maybe it's serious."

So that night, Zhou Mingshe didn't stick with Mu Yang.He had nowhere to go, he didn't dare to stay in a hotel, and he became a lost dog again, wandering the streets with his tail between his legs.Floating, he arrived at the foot of the unfinished building where he and Mu Yang stayed together that day.He went up to the top of the building with his backpack in his hand, found some twigs and chips and started a fire.

That night, the flames were fierce, and the orange-red craze lit up half of the young man's face. He stared deeply at this splendid and luxurious city amidst the twisting waves.

At four o'clock in the afternoon the next day, he sat on the flower bed opposite the train station and waited for Mu Yang.

Four o'clock, four ten, four fifteen, 04:30.

At [-]:[-], Mu Yang still didn't come.

He sat there and smoked a pack of cigarettes in just half an hour.In an instant, his back shone brightly, his fingers trembled slightly, the cigarette ash shook off and burned on his wrists, and his heart beat suddenly.He thought of his uncle, the stories he told, how he said, how he learned the first lesson of growing up at the gate of the train station, learning to accept betrayal...

However, all these anxious guesses cooled down when he thought of Mu Yang's eyes.

His Mu Yang has eyes that are brighter and warmer than the hot sun.Those eyes are amber in the sun, with a little golden cunning, and when they look at people with water, they will rise like a red mist like sunset.

He always looked at him with such eyes, always as if nothing had happened, knowingly, and as it should be.

His little dog dared to hold his face in the crowd and kiss him, dare to stick to his chin and say the words of eachother, dare to put on the bone ring, and cut off all the chances of escape with his own hands.

He will call him little wolf, and then the wild wolf will be tamed by him willingly.

The summer is long, and when the sun is rolling down the mountain, everything between the sky and the earth is outlined in silhouette.The mountain is one piece, the building is one piece, and the people and cars are also one piece.Thick clouds and smoke, the jingling tram slowly swayed by.

In the midst of people coming and going, the moment Zhou Mingshea raised his eyes, he saw Mu Yang standing across the street, smiling at him with half a cigarette in his mouth.

He ran over, and Zhou Mingshe wanted to bite him: "I'm one hour and nineteen minutes late."

The person involved gave a "tsk" and said forcefully: "Didn't I tell you not to wait?"

As he was talking, he suddenly heard the crowd exclaiming, and a truck drove over.

The truck was full of confiscated motorcycles, piled upside down like a giant mountain of garbage.They stood in place, watching the car lumbering towards the distance, Mu Yang put out the cigarette and said, "From now on, there will be no people like us in this city." His tone was brisk.

"Are you sad?"

"No. Hong Kong City, I suddenly feel so strange." Mu Yang shrugged, "I used to say I hated it, but it turned out that it was because I couldn't get into it and it didn't belong to me, so I said sour grapes. I really wanted to get into it at that time. But now I feel that it doesn’t matter anymore. It won’t take me in, so I will go to a better and bigger world than it.”

After he said this, he looked back at Zhou Mingshea: "Hey, so where are we going?"

Without answering, one hand grabs the other.

The young man jumped up, passed through the crowd, and ran towards the station.Those steaming smoke, those yellow sky, those old platforms and long stairs, they ran through these places, rolling towards a green leather train.

It was a day in late September, the end of summer.

The moisture of the Pearl River, the smell of the alley steamer, the stickiness of sweat beads, the white mist on the cold soda bottle...they all mixed together and climbed onto the young man's tail.

Someone randomly grabbed two tickets at the window, and as soon as they sat down on their seats, the train headed north with a whine.

So in the carriage with intertwined figures, they left the last sentence to Hong Kong City.

"The world is so big, let's go together."

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The author has something to say:

It's over. I said about 9 words at the beginning, and finally finished writing 9.5 words. Is the estimate accurate?

"Southern Tide" was born before "Prisoner Chrysalis". It came to me in a flash of inspiration when I passed by a certain oyster shell house in Huidong, but I never wrote it.Expand it into a short and medium outline one night after college.The final draft was completed and turned into a medium-length novel.I still talk too much nonsense.In fact, "Southern Tide" also hides a line of Pingnan, which has not been expanded, so I will talk about it next time.

"Southern Tide" is the most free story I have ever written. When I first wrote it, I was looking for this kind of freedom in using ink.It is a wild child similar to prose, allowing the author to do whatever he wants. The sentences have no structure, and the writing is linked to the mood. Wherever you go, you can vent. car.There are really typos and wrong sentences, so let's treat it as artistic processing, sorry.

The plot is very simple, some nonsense little stories.Scattered characters and character branches, some small supporting roles portrayed.

The dialogue is very deliberate, pursuing the amount of information and going back and forth, so it is almost anti-life, with a lot of dialogue in strange accents, and the description is closer to the script.The pursuit of a certain unreal but real quality of life has deliberately enlarged a lot of visual images.

The emotional line is more intense.Well, it can only be said that it is a self-release.As a young man, it is understandable to be entangled or loved as much as you want.Listen to me, the pen is in my hand.

So in summary, writing "Southern Tide" is a very happy thing.I learned to enjoy a kind of solitary yet expansive writing.I was once terrified of the possibility of being recognized, my physical growth was too fast, and my spirit was barren.But after "Southern Tide", I feel that I have accepted this matter.Writing really makes me happy. I have to say this sentence countless times.A pen and a keyboard can create a world, is there any better deal than this?I'm one of those people who walks down the street with headphones on and has drifted off into my own realm.I can't extricate myself from being addicted to the stories and characters I created, and I don't intend to.

These stories were originally only known to me, but after they were written, others have heard them.Even if I only heard it once, I think these characters have lived.I always selfishly add some of my own characteristics to the characters in my works, and add some characteristics of the person I want to be, so even if the author is a very failed person in real life, the author's will shines short on the characters. a short moment...

Already lucky enough.

Thank you for your reading and companionship, and thank you for your tolerance for such a mediocre writer regardless of return.See you next story.