The train rolled by, Li Muye's eyes were glazed, and Mu Ran watched as the green train that swallowed clouds and spitted fog took his sister to the far south. My sister finally got her wish and left the city. That home, there is no one worth caring about for me. Thinking of this, Li Muye clenched the sharp knife hidden in his waist.

Li Muye is not an orphan, he has a wild father, who has never come back after he accidentally killed someone twelve years ago and ran away. There is also a mother, but when she remarried for the second time, she left her sister and brother and never returned. Li Muye was eight years old that year, and he was running around the streets barefoot, not knowing what love was and what hate.

Although there is a temporary sadness, there is no long-term melancholy.

The mother, who has always thought that her heart is higher than the sky and her life is thinner than paper, most often does it complain about the unfairness of life, and she spends almost all of her time lamenting her red face and self-pity, so she does not leave many warm memories in Li Muye's heart.

Five years later, her sister Li Muyuan left the city in the same way.

This time, it's different from last time.

The eight-year-old sister took care of Li Muye for five years, and it was during this time that the ignorant, enthusiastic and cheerful child grew into a sensitive, strong and indifferent teenager on the outside. The year her mother remarried, she was only sixteen years old. In order to take care of Li Muye, she dropped out of school early and became the girlfriend of the deputy factory director's son against her will. Relying on this relationship, I entered the factory as a temporary worker. At a young age, he wore a hat with broken shoes.

It was a hellish five years, at least for my sister. She left with a heart full of scars to avoid the entanglement of that gentleman, to say goodbye to the endless beatings, abortions, begging for forgiveness, scolding, abortions, hellish life.

Therefore, Li Muye didn't complain that his sister made the same choice as his mother, he only blamed Li Muyuan for leaving too late.

The sharpened sharp knife was hidden in his waist, stimulating Li Muye's nerves. The winter in the north was very cold, but it couldn't cold his heart, and at this moment he suddenly understood that the taste of a heart as cold as a knife turned out to be more than just a novelist's description.

He was only thirteen years old, and it was false to say that he was not afraid, although this matter had been planned for two years, and when it was really time to decide to do it, he still couldn't help but shudder in his heart. Although scared, he didn't want to turn back. He was scared, but he was even angrier.

In the movie Bloody Heroes, the killer Xiaozhuang said that no girl is born willing to be cheap, and no man is born willing to grow up to be a killer.

The neighbors in the family area of the factory are right, dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, the daughter of a cheap commodity is still a cheap goods, and the son of a murderer should be a murderer.

In the words of Zhang Na's mother, this is fate, and you have to recognize it.

Zhang Na's mother is a very good person, it is said that she had a great relationship with Ye Dad when she was young, and she is the only one who still thinks about Li Muye's sister and brother in the past few years. And Zhang Na is Li Muye's hair boy, playmate, sister, off-campus counselor, angel, boiled eggs and various snack suppliers, and maybe also the dream lover.

The front gate of the factory is a commercial street, called the old front door. Li Muye sat among the bushes on the side of the road, the flow of bicycles to work and the haze of burning coal obscured his small figure, very inconspicuous, like a fox ready to ambush.

On Laoqianmen Street, Gao Xiaosong had just come out of the factory-run store, carrying a cigarette, two bottles of wine and a few cooked foods, and was about to start a new day of calling friends to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble. Li Muye hurried up to meet him, Gao Xiaosong saw him, and called out to his brother-in-law defenselessly, and was about to ask why your sister didn't come, when he couldn't help but feel a cold in his abdomen. Suddenly realized that he had been stabbed.

Li Muye made a decisive move, and the sharp knife penetrated the jacket outside and the padded jacket inside, directing the cold air into Gao Xiaosong's abdominal cavity.

Blood gushed out, and when the pain hit, he saw the sharp knife in Li Muye's hand, the tip of the knife was sharp, and the three-edged blade was stained with his blood, and he was once again sent into his abdomen by this little cub who was used to being shouted and scolded by him on weekdays. This time, the position was on the left, and he didn't feel any pain when the knife stabbed him, only a deep chill welled up in his heart. He dropped what he was holding and raised his fist angrily, but he put it down weakly. When the hot blood spurted from his chest, he took away what little strength he had left.

"It's cold. At the last moment when he fell, he tried all his strength to grab the corner of Li Muye's clothes, raised his face and said, "I thought that even if we were not relatives, at least we were not enemies." ”

Li Muye looked at Gao Xiaosong indifferently, took back the corner of his clothes, and let him fall to the ground, and then only convulsions and dying struggles remained, much like a dead dog. remembered that two years ago, when the big stupid dog in the Northeast that he adopted was killed by this person and a group of hooligans to eat meat, he looked at himself with the same gaze before he died.

It turns out that some people's lives are not much more precious than the lives of dogs.

This knife has been practiced many times against the dummy drawn on the tree, and judging from the contents recorded in the surgical manual published in 91, such a cut and such a large amount of bleeding, this guy should be hopeless.

A young age, a murderous look. Tribulations can sometimes mature a person prematurely, and sometimes they can turn a person into a devil. In this matter, age is not the key, nature and experience are the fundamental factors that determine the direction of destiny.

"You beat me, scolded me, and took care of me not to be beaten and scolded by others, so I don't hate you for this. Li Muye squatted down, put it next to Gao Xiaosong's ear and said, "But you shouldn't beat my sister, you should thank my sister for putting up with you for an extra year!" and said: "Or you should regret missing the opportunity to correct your mistakes this year." ”

Gao Xiaosong's throat made a painful ho-ho sound, blood overflowed from the corners of his lips, filling his mouth, and he didn't even have the strength to shout for help.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the streets were sparsely populated, and what was happening here had already attracted the attention of several people. Li Muye stood up calmly, took out the sharp knife in Gao Xiaosong's body, deliberately wiped the blood on the blade, and stuffed it back into his waist.

The tip of the knife was still warm, and Li Muye suddenly felt that this winter was not so cold. The blood was already burning.

He quickly returned home, and when he packed his bags, he saw a wedding photo of his parents that his sister treasured, his mother was wearing a red cotton jacket, and his father was wearing blue overalls, and their faces were full of yearning for a new life.

What an ironic scene!

Li Muye thought that sure enough, it was the son of a dragon born and a phoenix born and a mouse who would make a hole. Wild Daddy has been killing people and running away for 12 years, and now it's his turn.

The fire lit up and the photograph turned to ashes. The ashes are scattered, this home is as cold as ever, and there is no half worth nostalgia for.

Li Muye glanced at the time and estimated that Gao Xiaosong's body was already hard at this time. I heard an old bastard on the street who entered the palace say that in this case, after receiving the report, the police station needs to visit witnesses, investigate social relations, and report to the criminal police team of the substation, and a series of actions will take time. These times are your chance to escape.

There are not many valuable things in this house, and there are very few things worth taking away. In the end, Li Muye only brought three things, a Mao Xuan, a photo of his sister, and an old Shanghai watch that his sister left for him.

Mao Xuan is one of the five books given by Zhang Na when the school organizes a book donation activity, and this one is the best kept, and Zhang Na's fragrance is kept. At this time, Zhang Na must be sitting in the classroom, wearing the down jacket that her father said had bought from Hong Kong. Although I have been wearing it for two winters, it is still the most fashionable one in school. Just as good-looking as her person.

I really wanted to go to school to sneak a peek at her, but I couldn't. The old bastard said that most of the fugitives who were caught were caught by the police who were squatting in the pit when they couldn't help but go to see their relatives. Although Zhang Na is not considered her relative, she is a childhood sweetheart's rumored girlfriend after all.

Walking along the railway to the railway station, I chose a wagon with the head of the train and quietly climbed up. There is a police officer on the bus, and a lone teenager has no ticket, so it is easy to get into trouble because of the ticket check, and he is carrying a murder case, and it is difficult to get out once he is entangled. The last time I evaded a ticket with my sister and went to the south, I was sent back by the police.

Half an hour later, the truck was loaded and started slowly. At this time, Li Muye was shocked to find that this train was actually going north. Seeing that the front of the train that was originally facing south was left alone on the railroad tracks, Li Muye really wanted to cry without tears, but now he was ready to fly, and there was no turning back when he opened the bow, so he had to sit for a stop and then find a chance to get off. The north wind was cold, he subconsciously tightened his collar, chose a leeward carriage and got a few straw bags to cover his body.

Xu was very nervous before, and as soon as he relaxed at this moment, he fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took and where it went. When I woke up, I felt a splitting headache, and in a groggy state, I heard the sound of someone talking and working. My heart was suddenly excited, I turned over and stood up, and I suddenly felt my hands and feet sore, and I didn't listen to the call. It took a while to regain consciousness of movement. Only then did he choose the opposite direction of the human voice and jumped off the train.

The original plan was to go to Hong Kong to break into the world, like the killer Xiaozhuang or the little brother in the hero's true colors, and take a bloody road. But now I am sad to find that I took the opposite train, and I ran against the dream of the Oriental Pearl, and ran to the city further north in front of me.

It's a big station, and if you look at the number of railways, you can see that it's not comparable to the station in your hometown. The nearest relatively large city to the north from my hometown is Tongliao. Li Muye's geography is good, and the sign at the station confirms his speculation.

The waiting room at the station is large, and the aroma of food wafts through it. Li Muye felt that he might be sick, his head was groggy all the time, and his stomach was also making a revolution. I touched the pocket of my coat, and inside was a few dozen yuan left by my sister.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally bought an oil cake for a dollar, and just put it to his mouth and took a bite, Leng Buding reached out behind him with a hand, snatched the oil cake and ran. Li Muye turned around and found that it was a young man about his own size, unkempt, holding most of the oil cakes and having already entered the exit of the station.

Li Muye glanced at the small half of the oil cake left in his hand, didn't chase the kid, silently stuffed the rest into his mouth, and didn't even care about tasting the fragrant taste, so he chewed hard and swallowed it. This is a lesson, when you have food at hand, you should swallow it as soon as possible, so as not to have too many dreams at night.

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There is a man playing the endgame in the square at the entrance of the station. A group of onlookers were watching, and the endgame was a middle-aged man, with a black jacket, lint pants, and a horizontal face, sitting there silent, with a cardboard in front of him, which said red first and black later, fifty per game.

Chess has always been Li Muye's favorite, and the reason why the very knowledgeable old bastard on the street is willing to tell him so much is also because Li Muye's chess is really good. The heart of a teenager is easily attracted to it. This is a very common endgame, and there are more than a dozen choices at the beginning of the game, all of which are tricks.

Among the onlookers, there was a man with glasses, who was pointing at the country and expressing his chest, and the spats of the vernacular were foaming. Firmly believing that the red son can make the black man disarm and surrender within five steps. The number of moves he points out is a very common trap, and anyone with a slightly better chess skill can see the clue. Someone next to him was not convinced and put forward a rebuttal, this guy suddenly blushed and argued fiercely with others, and finally insisted on pulling that person to compete with him.

The endgamer said, "It's okay if you want to play chess, but give me the game fee first." As for how much money you play between each other, that's your business. Without hesitation, the man with glasses handed over a hundred-yuan bill for the four old men lining up to him. The onlookers, who were enraged by the man with glasses, also paid a hundred dollars.

When Li Muye saw this, he wanted to remind the onlookers, but when he remembered what the old bastard once said, when he was out of the house, more things are better than less things, he hesitated for a moment and didn't say anything. The next thing developed as expected, the onlookers fought with the glasses man, and after three steps, the glasses man suddenly thought for a long time, violating the method he shouted before, and changed his tricks to defeat the onlookers, and the hundred yuan was wasted.

The onlookers suddenly realized that they had been deceived, but when they wanted to regret it, they found that several of the people around them were looking at him with unkind eyes, so they had to shrink their necks and leave.

"It's too easy. A short, middle-aged man with a mustache came to the chess game. The words were very big, and the endgame was startled at first, but then this man's boastful talk revealed his true colors.

The man in glasses jumped out unsurprisingly to raise the bar with this one, who spoke with a thick southern accent and pointed to the chessboard to argue. In a few words, the man with glasses brought out a plate. The mustache agreed without showing weakness, it was still the same rule, and the two of them each gave 100 yuan for the endgame, and agreed that the winner would take 150 yuan.

Li Muye watched the mustache lose five in a row and pay five hundred yuan for tuition, but he didn't seem to have learned his lesson at all. I suddenly remembered another sentence that the old bastard said, when you go out, whether you eat raw rice and rob the road or lead a donkey to set up a game, you must remember to leave a way back for the people on the journey.

These donkeys are obviously against the morality of the rivers and lakes.

The blood of a teenager is always hot. Li Muye suddenly felt that he should remind the mustache. Quietly came behind the mustache, pretended to be very engaged onlookers, and quietly wrote the word liar on the back of the mustache with his fingers.

The mustache didn't realize it, but instead of flinching, he raised the ante. At once, he took out a stack of hundred-dollar bills, counted them, and there were thirty of them. His face was red, like a gambler who was in a hurry to lose, and he glared at the man with glasses with angry eyes: "How about we have a big one in the end?"

The man with glasses hesitated for a moment, and quietly threw a look at the endgamer. The latter's tail finger nodded imperceptibly. The man with glasses immediately took out all the money on his body, borrowed some from the two 'friends' beside him, and finally scraped together 3,000 yuan, and handed the money to the endgame player with the mustache.

The war started again, and the mustache swept away the previous mallet, and as soon as he got started, he made the glasses man fall into a long exam. Five steps later, the situation is clear. The man with glasses was defeated, and he was still unwilling to do his death struggle. The mustache took advantage of the victory to pursue, and finally slashed the man with glasses under his horse on the fifteenth step.

Everyone was dumbfounded, especially the two so-called friends of the gamekeeper and the man with glasses.

Li Muye also came back to his senses at this time, this is the donkey leader who met the big hand of the rivers and lakes who pretended to be a donkey and ate a tiger, and these people were in trouble.

In full view of everyone, the gamekeeper handed over 6,000 yuan to the mustache as promised. But he quietly glanced at the person beside him. The mustache quietly took the money, suddenly grabbed a chess piece, pinched it in his left hand, raised a finger in his right hand, and drilled a hole in the wooden hard chess piece like an electric drill. Then under the dumbfounded gaze of the gamers, he stood up, patted Li Muye, who was a little dumbfounded, and said, "Little cub, have you leaked the bottom of others, are you still standing here waiting to eat life?"