Approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival, the sun is warm, in the courtyard of an old house less than two kilometers away from the West Lake Scenic Area, a thin but energetic old man holds a watering can, and the leaves of the leafy plants are rolling with crystal water droplets, and the water droplets under the sun are diffused with colorful luster. This is a compulsory course for him every morning, just like reading public opinion internal reference every morning when he was not retired. He was over seventy years old, but he looked to be in his early sixties, especially the eyes with age spots at the corners of his eyes, and his eyes were soft and warm as jade when he looked at everything.

This is an old man who has returned to his roots after the world, and everyone who sees him will feel this way.

There were excerpts from Yue Opera on the radio, and the old man also babbled and hummed the garden meeting in the famous paragraph "Blood Handprint", which was originally Hua Dan's singing, and in the old man's slightly vicissitudes of guttural voice, there was actually a different taste.

The wooden door of the old mansion creaked open, and in came a man dressed in snow camouflage short-sleeved, with a flat head and a Chinese face, dressed in camouflage, and combat boots. Seeing the old man watering the flowers in the courtyard, the man looked respectful: "Sir, it's done." ”

The old man smiled: "The coolness of this autumn has come earlier than in previous years, just look at this white palm, just a few days of work, and I will lose my spirit! Mu Jing, help me move that pot of table tennis chrysanthemums." ”

Mu Jing silently brought a pot of extremely good table tennis chrysanthemums in the corner of the courtyard to the old man, and then retreated behind the old man, his hands hanging down, and his face was still respectful.

The old man took the scissors from the shelf, and said while cutting off the miscellaneous leaves: "This man, just like this flower and grass, has applied fertile soil and watered it, and has served it carefully, but it may not grow very well, and some will decline and fall." After picking the dead leaves and removing the diseased roots, maybe there will be a chance for the child to survive. As he spoke, the old man smiled, as if he was really talking about the green flowers and plants in front of him.

Mu Jing still didn't make a sound, his eyes were lowered, and he didn't squint, but his eyelids twitched slightly when the old man cut off the yellowed leaves.

After a long time, the old man turned around, glanced at the cloudless blue sky, and sighed long: "What kind of wind is blowing on such a sunny day!"

Mu Jing hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say anything, today's autumn is high and cool, cloudless, and windless.

"Have you found that brute?" the old man's face suddenly turned cloudy, and the mention of the word "brute" implied murderous intent in his eyes.

"Not yet. Mu Jing buried his head even lower. Who the beast refers to, he knows very well that it is the son of the Tang family who has lived in the shadow of the old man for the first half of his life.

The old man laughed: "It is said that tiger poison does not eat children, Mu Jing, do you think I am too vicious and ruthless?

Mu Jing didn't dare. He didn't dare to look up and meet the old man's eyes.

"I just don't dare. The old man sighed, walked under the eaves with his hands in his hands, took off the birdcage, carried the wooden cage, hunched his back, and slowly walked to the door.

It wasn't until the wooden door was closed that Mu Jing's tense muscles all over his body slowly relaxed, and they all said that the companion was like a tiger, he touched the back that was already soaked, and exhaled a breath tremblingly, he was not as nervous as this when he strangled Hu Wenyu with his belt, and he didn't know why, every time he saw the old man, he was like being recited a mantra. He's not a walking dead, and he's not an emotionless wooden man. Both Tonic and Hu Wenyu used to be frequent visitors to this small courtyard. It's just that his life was given by this old man named Tang Linyang, and even his name was given by Tang Lao, unless he took his life back at any time, maybe at that time, he would be free.

Outside the wooden door, there is a bluestone road, which is rare in today's West Lake, and the old man walks on this bluestone road that has walked almost a lifetime, carrying a birdcage, smiling and walking slowly.

"Yube, come out to walk the birds again!"

"Yubu, have you eaten it?"

"Yube, I haven't seen Xiaoli come back to see you for a while!"

"Tangbe, I have to urge Xiaoli to have a grandson!"

They are all neighbors for decades, most of them are enthusiastic old men and old ladies, and they like to call him "soup".

He also likes these old men and old ladies who have nothing to do with bamboo chairs and benches on both sides of the alley basking in the sun and blowing the cool air, calling him "Tangbu", this is the champion mansion left by the ancestors, and when it is passed to him, it can be regarded as the glory of the ancestors, at least in the eyes of the surrounding neighbors, this old man who has no leadership is indeed a milestone of the Tang family.

He walked to the corner of the street, where there was a small garden in the middle of the street, and in the center of the garden was a small octagonal pavilion, which was the destination of his bird walk. Four or five old men who walked the birds gathered here, and several different crisp birdsongs came together to stage a strange symphony here every day.

In the octagonal pavilion, a few birds and a few old men talked happily with each other, and when they saw Tang Linyang coming over with a birdcage, they greeted from afar: "Tangbu, I'm late today." ”

He smiled lovely, and the wrinkles on his face were like blooming autumn chrysanthemums: "I dare to come out after serving the flowers and plants in the yard, what are you talking about, so lively?"

The old man pointed to the unhappy old man on the other side, and sighed: "That parrot in Lao Lin, I don't know why, I can't speak since the day before yesterday. ”

Tang Linyang looked at the old man with a bleak face: "It's a pity that it's such a clever parrot!"

The old men got together, most of them chatted about some short things in the family, whenever this time, Tang Linyang just looked at the old people with a smile, rarely spoke, and when others asked about their opinions, most of them just nodded or shook their heads, and rarely talked like other old people.

After only half an hour in the octagonal pavilion, he began to walk back with the birdcage. Along the bluestone road, when he walked to about ten meters away from his house, he would stop and look at the four courtyards handed down by his ancestors.

When he entered the courtyard, he saw that Mu Jing was still standing in place, and nodded: "Lao Lin's parrot is your poisonous dumb?"

Mu Jing lowered his eyebrows and looked at him: "Yes." The bird was too noisy. ”

Tang Linyang smiled and shook his head: "It's just a parrot who can say the word 'corrupt official', since they are all poisoned, then they will simply be poisoned." ”

Mu Jing hurriedly said, "I'll go back to ...... tonight."

Tang Linyang shook his head and chuckled: "It's just a bird, there is no need to climb those twenty floors." But Ali's whereabouts, you have to hurry up, he has evidence in his hands. The old man's face changed as soon as he said it, just now it was like a spring breeze, but at this moment his face was like frost, "You must get the evidence in his hand back." ”

"Yes!" replied like a puppet.

"There is another person, you are about to deal with it, you originally wanted to save her life, but now it seems that it was too kind to a woman at the beginning. Hanging the birdcage under the eaves, before stepping into the second courtyard, the old man suddenly stopped his steps and glanced back at Mu Jing, "I know I can't bear to do it to a woman, but this is an extraordinary time, and the only person I can trust is you." In addition, those things should be stopped for the time being, and then we will talk about it after this limelight!" After speaking, the old man entered the second hospital without looking back.

A few fallen leaves fell from the trees overhead, slid over his shoulders, slid over his snow camouflage, and landed among the ping-pong chrysanthemums. He glanced at the sky, a little sad. He has killed a lot of people and dealt with a lot of filth, but he has one principle - not to kill women.

It's just that his pitiful and ridiculous principle is not even a fart in the eyes of the old man.

He glanced at the back of the second courtyard, and he didn't know when it began, and the person who used to stand up to the sky and the earth in his eyes began to bend up.

He sighed, life belongs to someone else, dirty, and he is returned.

Stepping on the autumn colors of falling leaves everywhere, he drove the BMW X5 around the city countless times. He was already familiar with the roads of the city, until the lights came on, and the city was lit up with neon lights everywhere, and he came to an office building.

He had been squatting here for three months just to spy on a woman working in an office building.

Putting aside all positions, this is a hard-working woman, originally a prominent family in northern Zhejiang, and words like poverty and bumpiness are 108,000 miles away from her, but the former glory fell apart overnight, and she couldn't get this office building, exchanging labor for the original disdainful remuneration.

He knew that this woman had been to the capital, and she wanted to avenge her grievances, but she was taken back to northern Zhejiang again and again, until her only brother was also bedridden with broken legs, and she finally gave up the more difficult trip to the capital.

Reconciled.

There is nothing more mourning than the death of the heart, and the death of the heart is more than a smile.

What is still alive in this world is only a skin, a walking corpse.

From that time on, he looked at her from afar under this office building, and he felt that she was very much like himself, at least a soulless shell.

He looked at his watch, this time should be the moment when the woman will leave work immediately. Sure enough, the woman who hurried to the subway station appeared on the steps of the office building.

It was a young girl in her twenties, with a ponytail and professional attire, and she went down the stairs, and she took out a pair of flat shoes from her bag, and put the high heels on her feet into her bag—she was going to rush back as fast as she could to help her brother turn over, because she and her brother were the only ones left in the house, and the rest, who died, went to jail.

It's an unjust world, at least that's what she thinks. But she doesn't have the time and energy to think about the injustice of life, because in order to make money to support herself and her brother, she can only sleep for four hours a day, so she has no energy to think about what the world is like.

She didn't notice that when she walked into the subway station, a man dressed in snow camouflage also went down the stairs.