A curtain of snow. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The highway is full of cars, but they can't drive fast, the lights are all on, and a string of stars goes into the distance.

It is now around 20 o'clock in the evening, Hong Yanwu is driving, and he has arrived at the Jingtong Expressway, and he can see the straight Tonghui River bank in the car. Next to it is the viaduct of the subway Batong line, and then it is almost to the fifth ring road of the capital.

His plan was to go all the way north from the capital to the nearest border. He must leave the country in the shortest possible time, whether it is Outer Mongolia, Goryeo, or Russia, and only when he goes out can he be safe.

Because he understood, he was even more afraid of the power that was about to pursue him. As long as he is still in China, he will have a deadly rope around his neck. Once people tighten up, he will undoubtedly have to fart and get a cold begonia (meaning death).

Therefore, according to what he had thought earlier, he had to go to those "friends" in the past to help him with some "small favors". For example, they were asked to drive this "Yinben" to other places, and at the same time give him a car that could not be traced. Of course, you don't need to tell them anything, you will understand each other. This S350 is also enough as a reward for keeping them secret. Once he left the capital, even if Gao Ming could find them, the trouble would have nothing to do with him.

Hong Yanwu perked up and began to dial the number from the car phone.

"Hey, nails...... What, what about first aid?...... Myocardial infarction?"

"Big old fart, you old boy, I have something to look for you...... What? You're a cop's dad now?...... Huh, did you give it up for your son?"

"I'm looking for a little steel jumper...... What? Dead?...... No, he's only more than four (black words, Zhang refers to ten)...... Plane crash two months ago?"......

Hong Yanwu's face was really ugly than if he had bumped into a ghost, he stared at the tail lights of the dark blue "Ma San'er" in front of him in a daze, and a heroic twilight sadness arose.

After a while, he shuddered and dialed the landline number again.

"I, I'm looking for Lao Huang'er,...... What? I went to climb the Great Wall with my travelers?...... Isn't this nonsense? On this snowy day, he is a cripple again...... Huh, they've been missing for three days...... What? Let me hang up? Don't delay the police call?...... Alas, wait......"

When he put down the phone, Hong Yanwu's eyes were gone. His lips twitched, as if he was trying to figure out the power of time. Feelings of melancholy, resentment, and despair all came flooding up.

If you are not careful, the old rivers and lakes will become "old paste"!

Yes, no matter what happened back then, their group of people has long passed the age of knowing the destiny of heaven. It turns out that he is not the only one who has been thrown away as garbage by time.

No one can count on it, he can only rely on himself, and now he is just a lone wolf who embarks on the escape road alone in the wind and snow.

It took a long time for him to come to his senses, Hong Yanwu pursed his lips, and had to immediately think about the new details of his escape.

Try not to go to all places where there are cameras, and wear masks and hats to disguise your image. I can't take any public transportation, so I have to find a black car that can change the brand and leave the capital overnight, and wait outside to catch my breath.

Well, when you enter the city, you have to "dispose of" the car first, regardless of anything else.

But where can I park this car?

Hey, sneak into the moat for insurance.

Yes, that's a good idea.

Can you escape?

Maybe, maybe not. But you should try it anyway, it's a gamble, a thrilling gamble.

Thinking of this, as if he was going to a "death journey", Hong Yanwu couldn't help but beat his heart wildly. Looking at the front of the black hole again, he smiled nervously again.

Isn't life just gambling? Society is a big casino, but he is playing a little bigger, and the chips are his life.

Win?

Can you win?

Lose?

Maybe lose.

Win alive, lose dead. No other way. He doesn't want to gamble, is it possible?

But he finally escaped smoothly, but there is no endless road.

Thinking of this, Hong Yanwu felt that his luck was actually not bad. I'm a little more optimistic.

He began to comfort himself by muttering to himself, "Turning evil into good." God is hungry and blind. ”

Then, to calm his emotions, he turned on the radio again.

The song in the car is a familiar melody in my memory. A rough old man's dumb voice is very distinctive, and he sings soothing and smooth, just like flowing water.

"If I go back to the past and everything repeats itself, will I understand the key points of life, not be afraid of setbacks, and have no empty complaints, so that I can see further......

Hong Yanwu listened to it and felt that this song was so good, it was simply played for him.

He tried so hard to think of the name of the song, but he couldn't remember it. He hummed again, but he couldn't get out of tune. It's a choking thing.

He suddenly had a thought, is his life worth it or is it a loss?

Frowning, he was suddenly full of unspeakable awkwardness.

Well, you're sick!

He scolded himself, he didn't want to find an answer, and his eyes were red.

There are no regrets in the world.

Just past the Fifth Ring Road, a billboard emerges from the snow mist on the side of the road, with a foreign brand of ice cream on it. In such weather, the billboards are covered with frost, which makes the content of the advertisements extra vivid.

This scene immediately reminded Hong Yanwu of the past, and he remembered the taste of orange soda that he used to drink. At that time, no one was interested in Hiroshima coffee, and they didn't know what Hiroshima coffee was. However, time flies, and everything in the past becomes history.

There are no more wooden telephone poles on the roadside, grocery stores have become supermarket chains, bathhouses have become bathing centers, and bicycles have been replaced by electric vehicles. Now the whole capital has changed, and the speed of change is far greater than the change of people.

Where is this? Shanghai, Tokyo, New York?

Has he been here? Is this still where he was born?

The past is completely unrecognizable, past spring, past 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 knows what the capital looks like now, because it looks like a replica of almost any modern city.

You can't see the high-rise buildings at a glance, and all kinds of buildings make it impossible to find the north. Look, there are so many magnificent high-rise buildings, each one is bigger and taller than the other, and the grandeur is extraordinary. One race is one and the other is brilliant and brightly lit. Anyone who looks at it thinks it's pretty good, but how many people know what's hidden there.

Is it a whole floor full of intrigues, or is it an entire floor full of thieves and prostitutes? How many dirty deals are going on in those rooms with clean windows? How many thrill-seeking men and women are stealing pleasure in the office?

The modern rhythm washes away the taste of the past more and more, and the past life is sharpened by time little by little. The time-honored brands in the capital are constantly being "buried" or "exterminated". People flocked to skyscrapers, shoppingmall, Ken fried chicken and Cindaq. Large swaths of the old familiar streets and alleys have been demolished and replaced by R&F Plaza, SOHO Modern City, Guomao, Bird's Nest, Water Cube, Huashi Big Pants, these modern landmarks.

Neon flashes and tall buildings are lined up. Modern prosperity will always be the same.

Can we go back to the way things were?

There's no going back.

“…… I no longer make promises, I no longer change myself for anyone, I have gone through life tests, love setbacks are inevitable, and I still look forward to tomorrow ......"

Such lyrics make my heart sour no matter how I listen to them.

Hong Yanwu's heart fluctuated. He seemed to have drunk too much wine, and his feelings became extremely full.

In this flash of life, decades have passed. This "scourge" of him is also a person who has thrown away fifty and sixty runs, how fast? In the past 52 years, why has he been making a lot of noise?

In the decades he lived, he was a little villain before he was twenty, a fool after he was twenty, and a big bastard at thirty. Summing up the past, it was all corruption and self-indulgence. All your life for money, you fight to the death, fight for interests and are full of injuries, in fact, these are all things outside the body.

The biggest tragedy in his whole life is that he found that his life trajectory has never been good.

Hong Yanwu couldn't help but start imagining his old age. Alone, he sat on a park bench, hunched up, full of regret reminiscing about the loss of family, love and friendship, and became a lonely ghost......

Without warning, he suddenly yelled in the car, "Where have I been in my life!"

Then, he actually cried again.

What a wicked door!

The snow was falling on a high note, and the sky was white.

The car drove very low-key, 50 kilometers per hour.

Hong Yanwu couldn't drive too fast, the weather was too bad, and his health was too poor, he only drove for more than half an hour, and his energy was a little unbearable.

What made him most impatient was that a heavy truck pulling goods was blocking the way ahead. For several kilometers in a row, his car was blocked by the heavy truck in front of him, and he could only follow slowly behind.

He finally couldn't help but honk the horn.

After another half a day, Sinotruk finally began to avoid the roadside.

Hong Yanwu didn't want to miss the opportunity, stepped on the accelerator, crossed the white line, and flew forward. But at the moment of overtaking, he was shocked to find that there was a dazzling light in front of him.

It turned out that a black BMW X7 coming from the opposite lane actually lost control and took off. And the car flew over the separation zone in the middle of the highway, and at this time it was rushing straight towards the front of Hong Yanwu's car!

How come?!

There is no way to dodge, and it is already too late to brake. Seeing that the lights on the front of the BMW were getting brighter and brighter, they turned into a miserable white, and I couldn't see anything clearly......

Is there thunder in the sky? Why is there a roar?

Why is the snow in the sky and the earth red?

He's flying?

Hong Yanwu was really rising, feeling his body relaxing, relaxing, it was simply floating in heaven. He didn't bother to think about anything, just looked at the Milky Way in the sky.

Galaxy?

No, it turned out to be a car light on the road. And all of a sudden, those cars got bigger and bigger!

The sharp pain from his body instantly made Hong Yanwu wake up again, he was hit by an oncoming car and sent to the sky, and now he was rushing to the ground.

never thought that such a bloody movie scene would be the reason for ending his life.

He's going to die!

Hong Yanwu tried his best to lift his legs, and he had to step on the heavens when he died.

Following his legs, he saw the night sky.

God, he was really trampled underfoot!

He fell faster and faster, and the stronger and stronger wind hit his face, whew!

Before he hit the ground, he was already suffocating.

And when his body slammed to the ground, it sounded like a hungry dog chewing bones in its mouth.

Life, really caught off guard!