A girl who was three years older than herself called out the word "brother" to herself, which made him feel a burst of emotion in his heart. For the first time in his life, a woman called him "brother"! He felt that he would not only have a virtuous and good sister-in-law, but also an amiable and respectable sister. The acquisition of these two special emotions reminded him of the tragedy he had created back then—fortunately, he didn't fall off the wall with the dirty waterwheel and the old horse, and he didn't fall into the dirty stream. Otherwise, how can all this feeling of happiness be experienced?

He was extremely happy to repair the house with his brother and make furniture for his brother and sister-in-law. Although the house is small, it is short, and although it lacks light, the furniture must be made with great precision. The furniture of my brother and sister-in-law should be the latest and most elegant, and it should be made by him. This is his will. and that couplet, which was written by his brother and sister-in-law......

However, yesterday, the sudden appearance of the three "uninvited guests", like the three goddesses of revenge, swept away the festive atmosphere of his brother's wedding, and tore up a very beautiful and harmonious picture of life that he had sketched with his imagination. He had a hateful and disillusioned premonition that she, the girl whom he had felt close and adored at the first meeting, the girl who had stirred in his heart when he called him "brother," would no longer be his brother's wife, no longer his sister-in-law. Isn't the wreath burned in this courtyard enough to declare that the unfinished wedding is just a show!

What are they mourning?

A person doesn't have to have a very complicated mind to come to a judgment, and there must be some kind of ulterior and even ugly relationship between her and the three "uninvited guests". This inference completely destroyed the important position she had occupied and consolidated in his mind, and made him hate her as much as he did for them. On top of the indelible shame brought by the wreath, he also had to apply a layer of astonishing colors caused by blood! After Guo Liwei endured this, what face did he have to go in and out of the house? What face did he have to walk in this alley?

He was ashamed of himself and his brother.

He followed the three intellectuals who returned to the city yesterday, and remembered the street and house number of the "yellow coat" house.

He extinguished his cigarette, got up from the couch, and glanced behind the door—his cane had been hanging there, and now only the nails that had hung it were still on the wall.

He walked to the door, stood again, and turned to look at the little new house with a kind of nostalgia. Every piece of furniture was silently caricatured at him. He couldn't understand why his brother was in the hospital and kept her all night, and she stepped into the life of the two brothers, but it was like a poisonous fruit falling into the child's pocket. He had in his heart the feeling of courage and desolation that a duelist had when he left home. Either his blood was splashed on that man, or that man's blood was splashed on himself, in any case, the dagger he had sharpened just now was going to drink blood. Two possibilities, one outcome - he won't be back in this home today. Perhaps, never to come back.

Didn't he fall to his death with the old horse that pulled the dirty waterwheel, just to suffer another great humiliation and another bloody revenge?

He almost burst into tears.

Human life is terrible. He thought: I can't escape it, but I can die with it!

He jerked around and stepped out of the house......

He squeezed into a bus, and there were a lot of people, close to each other. A woman standing close to him turned her head and screamed, "What do you have in your arms?" and "Knife!" he glared at her and replied viciously. She shuddered, turned her head back in fear, and never turned around again. Clung to his fat back, it stopped squeezing and became like a panel standing firmly. But several people around him turned their heads at him. His words had an effect, which was reinforced by his expression, and there was a timid silence around him. When he got off the train, the conductor stretched out an arm to stop him: "Ticket ......" He didn't seem to understand, glaring at the conductor. When the conductor saw his murderous look, he trembled like a woman, and immediately retracted his arm. 17 Guangming Street—the address he kept in mind. He crossed the street, turned a corner, and walked toward the address. He stopped in front of a small mud hut next to the railroad track. The houses in this area are very low and broken, very close to the railway, so to speak, under the roadbed. The gravel of the sleepers rolled to the front of the courtyard of every house. It is a street that does not become a street, adobe, wood, and rusty iron against the small courtyard that is enclosed, as if symbolically protecting the dilapidated houses.

He leaned against the adobe wall of the small mud house, struck a match against the wind, and smoked. He had a cigarette in one hand and a cigarette in his jacket pocket with the other. The sheathed dagger was five inches long, and he hid the handle of the dagger in his sleeve that was exposed in his pocket, and he could unsheath it in a second.

The door of the house in the courtyard opened once, and a loud cry of a baby came from inside the house. The door was slammed shut, and the baby's crying was cut off. Someone is chopping wood in the courtyard. A few slashes, a few gasps, a few more slashes.

A girl with a schoolbag suddenly appeared in front of him and asked strangely, "Who are you looking for?" He looked at her and did not answer. The girl looked at him suspiciously, pushed open the door of the courtyard, and entered. "Mom, there is a person standing outside the gate of our yard, I asked him who he was looking for, he didn't speak, but he stayed there and didn't leave. ”

"Looking for your brother?" said an old lady's voice.

"Who knows!" let him wait there without entering the house......" The door opened again, and apparently the maiden had entered. "This girl......" muttered the old lady. Squeak, slowly pushed open the courtyard door, and asked him, "Are you looking for our Zhisong?" he didn't know how to answer for a while. "That's looking for someone else? There are no people in this area that I am not familiar with, if you can't find it, as long as you have a name, I will lead you there." "I'm looking for your son!" he wanted to leave for a while, but he blurted it out. He doesn't regret it. He thought: Ming people don't do dark things. "Why don't you go into the house quickly, don't freeze outside!" the old lady didn't hear his tone, and pushed him into the courtyard. He was involuntarily pushed into the yard. The old lady slapped the dirt on his body as she continued to push him into the house. The maiden came out of the house, glanced at him, smiled, crouched down, took the axe from the ground, and took over the wood for her mother. He was pushed into the house by the old lady again. The room was very dimly lit. As soon as he entered the room, he couldn't adapt to the contrast of light, and he felt that there was nothing to see in front of him. He stood motionless in the doorway, lest he crash into the furniture, but the old lady grabbed him by one hand and pulled him forward.

The eyes quickly adjusted to the light in the room. There is no door between the kitchen and the main room, only a door frame. The dilapidated curtain of the door was lifted by the door. There was a window in the house, but for some reason it was built with broken bricks, and it had not yet been plastered with mud. A skylight opened on the roof. The skylight was shining in the sunlight outside, and the thick frost was melting, dripping down. Several cans and bottles hang around the skylight. The water in the bottle is more or less, and the water droplets drip into the bottle, and the sound is not indistinguishable, playing monotonous music.

A few minutes ago, he, the obsessive Avenger, never imagined that he would actually step into the threshold of this family. But now, he became a "guest" by mistake. "Fuck such an old lady......" he was a little annoyed with himself. He stood grimly, his right hand still in his pocket, and more carefully concealed the dagger with his sleeve. "Our home, wow, the living man enters the house as if it were in the cellar!" said the old lady to herself, wiping the only chair with her sleeve, and said to him, "Sit down, child." "There's no dust on the chair. The old lady just used that clearly accustomed gesture to show her enthusiasm and sincerity in dealing with people.

He doesn't sit. He secretly commanded himself, "Get out of here!" and "Sit down!" said to him again, and wiped the chair with her sleeve as she had done before, and then looked at him kindly. "Get out of here!" he ordered himself a second time. But his consciousness defied his reason, and he sat down involuntarily under the motherly gaze of the old lady. Everything is involuntary. He looked uneasily at the cramped room. The furniture is shabby but neatly arranged. He has broken into countless families with various motives for revenge. He has a special psychological reaction, and whenever he steps into a family that is in a similar situation to his family, he will naturally feel close to this family. His observation of life taught him that whoever has a daughter will be cleaner and cleaner. He couldn't help but glance at the girl's bag hanging on the wall. Is she a junior high school student? or a high school student? Fuck everyone lucky to have an older sister or sister, life is so unfair!

That's when he found the child in bed. The boy had kicked the little quilt away, and his two calves kicked in the air in turn, smacking his fingers and sucking them with a good taste. A big fat boy.

The old lady babbled: "No, there is a window, and a public toilet should be built on the street, and whoever is close to it will make trouble." Later, it was built in front of our window, and at that time, Zhisong had not returned to the city, and his sister and I were at home. Let's be honest, we don't dare to make trouble like others, so my sister and I picked up some broken bricks, built the windows, and didn't care about the streets, opened a skylight, and gave fifty yuan. Money, we don't want it, and we don't want it. But I thought that there would be a public toilet, in front of the street and behind the street, it would be more convenient for the neighbors......" while saying, he took out a plate of melon seeds from the small cupboard and put them on the table, and said: "Oh, this is one for each person during the New Year." Zhi Song came back a few days early, and he could have one more!" Seeing that he didn't move, he grabbed a handful and gave it to him.

He had no choice but to take it with his left hand.

"This little thing, as soon as it wakes up, it kicks and kicks, and there is no time to stop!" the old lady went to cover the child with a small quilt. "Get out of here!" he commanded himself for the third time. The old lady covered the child with a small quilt, sat down on the edge of the kang, gently pressed the child's legs with both hands, looked at him, and asked, "You and our Zhisong are together?" It seems that she has a lot of words and wants to talk to someone. "Oh...... Yes......" He replied in a hoarse voice, feeling that his throat was very dry, and he wanted to run away. He stood up for a moment.

"Why don't you eat melon seeds, you are returning to the city with our Zhisong in batches?"

He had no choice but to sit down again. You can't run away like a thief, you have to walk decently. Thinking so, he nodded to the old lady.

"Alas......" the old lady sighed and said with a sad face, "You children, you really make your parents feel inexhaustible! When you were in the Great Northern Wilderness, you were looking forward to your parents day and night, looking forward to one day when you could return to the city." No, all of you have come back at once, and all of them are not small, they have no place to live at home, they don't have a job of their own, and when will they be unemployed? You are hundreds of thousands, and there are not so many ready-made jobs for you to do in the city! I heard the cadres of the neighborhood say at a meeting that there are still more than 100,000 unemployed people in the city......

The maiden entered the house, interrupted the old lady, and said, "Mom, you are babbling again, as if my brother has returned to the city, and it has caused you to be worried!"

"Mom, look at him smiling, he's smiling! You're so funny! Don't suck your hands, don't suck your hands, don't ......" The girl wanted to pick up the child fondly.

The old mother pushed her daughter away, looked at him as a "guest" and continued to nag: "Don't worry about death! Our Zhisong also took back a child, saying that he was a child of a young man in the same company as him and asked him to raise it. He is not a married woman, how can he raise children on his behalf? I'm really suspicious of what the hell is going on with this kid, but my son is older, and it's not easy to chase after him......

"Mom!" the daughter stopped her mother.

"Leave me alone! Say it to a company of your brother, not to outsiders. The old lady raised her hand, and the boy kicked the little quilt away again. The old lady hurriedly covered the child with a small quilt, still gently pressed it with both hands, looked at him and said, "You probably know a little bit of the details, right? If you do, tell the eldest lady clearly." No matter what happened to this child, the eldest mother would not blame Zhisong...... I'm a mother, feeding this child every day, washing and diapers, but my heart is confused...... I...... I don't feel good...... "The old lady turned her face away.

"Mom, look at you......" The daughter put her arm around her mother's shoulders and wiped the tears from her mother's face with her own hand.

The old lady gently pushed her daughter: "Chop wood, go!"

"The axe caught the firewood!" whispered her daughter.

"I'll pull it out for you!" he stood up and walked out.

He went into the courtyard, and the girl followed him. He walked out of the courtyard, and the maiden stopped him: "Oh, you are a real man, won't you help me pull out the axe?" He hesitated, bent down and grasped the handle of the axe with both hands, and lifted it high and smashed it down, splitting it in a few blows. He threw down his axe and straightened up.

"It seems that you are quite good at chopping wood!" The girl praised him, found the dagger that had fallen from his pocket to the ground, picked it up and admired it for a while, and asked strangely, "What are you carrying it for?" My brother also has one, brought back from the Great Northern Wilderness, but there is no sheath. ”

He silently took the dagger from her hand, and without saying a word, turned and left. "Your leg was injured in the Great Northern Wilderness?" the girl asked in a low voice, following him to see him off. He still didn't say a word. The girl sent him out of the courtyard, and asked him again by the courtyard gate, "What is your name? When my brother returns, do you want to tell him to look for you?"

He could have just walked away without saying a word. But even he couldn't tell why, so he stopped, looked back at her, and said, "Don't tell him, I'll come to him again......"

With that, he walked on tiptoe. He had just turned the corner of the street that had not been his own, and he was confronted by the man he was about to take revenge on. They are like two pawns on a chessboard holding each other down. He inserted his right hand into his coat pocket. "I thought you might come to me. Wang Zhisong looked at him directly, "I've heard of your famous nickname in the past. ”

The hatred in his heart, which he had not expected at all just now, seemed to have been calmed down a lot by an old lady's nagging words and kind and kind treatment, and it was suddenly strengthened by the face-to-face encounter with Wang Zhisong. His right hand, in his pocket, gripped the handle of the dagger tightly, and he tiptoed as he approached the other step by step.

Wang Zhisong did not move, looked directly at him, and said without fear: "It's too close to my house." He stood still, not understanding the meaning of Wang Zhisong's words for a while. "Maybe acquaintances will see it and run to my house to tell my mother and my sister, and they will be frightened. Wang Zhisong calmly explained. The heart of filial piety has the power to move people at any time. Guo Liwei's heartstrings seemed to be gently plucked by someone's fingers. The other party's mother just regarded him as a "guest" and nagged him so many things that he didn't see outside, and he couldn't help but consider the other party's words. "Let's go to the roadbed!" he growled. Wang Zhisong glanced at the roadbed, nodded, turned around and stepped on the gravel and stepped on the roadbed. "It's good, don't slip away!" he followed closely behind Wang Zhisong. After all, a normal person's pedaling speed is much faster than that of a tiptoe person. Wang Zhisong listened to him and waited for him to follow. They were almost stepping up the embankment side by side, and at the same time they crossed the railroad track and walked down the other side of the embankment. The gravel rolled under his feet, nearly causing him to fall hard. Wang Zhisong stretched out a hand and helped him in time, so that he didn't roll off the roadbed. When both of their feet touched the ground, they began to stare at each other again, confronting each other. There was a long silence. His hand gripping the hilt of the knife was sweating. He couldn't bear this silence, and finally burst out and roared: "You fucking do it!" Wang Zhisong's brows shrugged and said, "You can't beat me, let alone you found me to fight." As soon as Wang Zhisong finished speaking, he pounced fiercely. They immediately scuffled together like enemies fighting to the death on the battlefield. After fighting for a long time, it was difficult to solve, and no one took advantage of anything. Wang Zhisong is letting him. He can completely knock the opponent to the ground, and the opponent can't get up for a while. But he didn't want that.

If I were him, I would definitely be like him, and find someone to fight this head—the thought that has been coiled in his mind from the beginning, and he can't get rid of it. He thinks that his revenge is beyond reproach, and the other party is beyond reproach when he comes to take revenge on him, and he and the other party are fulfilling something. This fulfillment is not an end, nor can it be called a means, but an act, an inevitable action of a bloody man. Yesterday he was reasonable, and today the other party is reasonable, so he can't bear to hurt the other party. Yesterday the other brother's brother showed even noble concessions, and today he wants to show the same concessions to the other party.

Guo Liwei didn't want to go under the knife at first. And when he realized that he couldn't knock down the opponent with his fists alone, and wanted to use the knife, the knife had already fallen on the snow. The other party didn't find out. He threw himself at the other party again, and the gravel was rolled by him, and he tripped and fell before Wang Zhisong could fight back. He took the opportunity to grab the dagger from the ground. He swooped out the dagger from its sheath, like a ferocious mastiff, and stabbed straight at Wang Zhisong.

Wang Zhisong flashed smartly, grabbed his wrist, twisted hard, and the dagger landed. This young man who returned to the city was enraged. He punched the Avenger in the face, and the other man took a few steps back, still unsteady on his feet, and fell. As soon as the opponent was about to get up, he jumped in front of him and threw a second punch that was harder and harder. 3rd punch, 4th punch, 5th punch, 6th punch...... He opened his fists left and right, like a boxer, using the opponent's head as a punching bag for boxing. The other party propped his hands on the snow, struggled again, and couldn't stand up. The other person's head slowly lifted. Wang Zhisong was taken aback. Wang Zhisong gasped, facing the "masterpiece" he had "created" with his fists, like a child facing a terrible picture that he had smeared in a daze, and his fear of himself exceeded his fear of blood. Why am I so ruthless?!...... His fists were still clenched, but he began to tremble uncontrollably. On that blood-soaked face, a pair of unwilling eyes stared at him without blinking. His heart throbbed. "I can't be killed by you!" he shouted as he looked at the face, "I can't be killed by you!I'm dead, my mother and my sister, and the child, what are they going to do?!How are they going to live?!!You bastard!" The eyes were still staring at him like that. "Don't you want revenge? You fucking stab me! I can stand still and take you a stab! But you can't kill me......" He continued to shout and turned away, "You bastard! You fucking stab! Get revenge! How much blood you shed, how much blood I will use to pay ......you back" There was no sound behind him. He imagined that the other party was quietly getting up, clutching the dagger, and approaching him step by step. He didn't move.

"Slow ......," he shouted angrily, "you have to make me say what I have to say! That girl who is married to your brother has been in love with me in the Great Northern Wilderness for four whole years! My father was a railroad wrench who was run over by a train three years ago. My father's unit, in order to take care of our family life, handled the formalities for me to return to the city. But I didn't return to the city, so I asked her to return to the city in my name. Because she had a serious liver disease at that time, I was afraid that she would die of illness in the Great Northern Wilderness. When I parted, I asked her to wait for me for three years. Three years later, I still have no hope of returning to the city, and she can marry someone else. She agreed. We made a vow to each other: within three years, whoever betrays our love, the other party, will send a wreath at each other's wedding, indicating the death of our love, but also a punishment for the party who betrays love! I stayed in the Great Northern Wilderness for her! I have only one girl in my heart, I have rejected the sincere courtship of three girls, and I think about her almost every day! Others laugh at me, saying that I think she is about to get mentally ill. Day and night, I look forward to the day when I will be able to return to the city, marry her, and be a husband who loves his wife immensely. But now that I'm back in town, she's married to your brother! She's changed her mind just over two years after we've been apart! I hate her......"

A storm howled in his chest, and he had a lot to say, but he didn't want to say anything.

He was expecting a stab in the back.

But I didn't feel anything for a long time.

"Fucking stab!" he couldn't hold back and jerked around.

The other party has left at an unknown time.

There was a line of footprints in the snow, and the dagger.

A train carrying logs passes by.

He grabbed the dagger from the ground and threw it at the train in a vent. The dagger stuck in a log and was taken away by the train.

The mist from the front of the car enveloped him......