Half a piece of the first quarter moon

Hide into the endless Black Forest

There was no sound

Devil's fangs

Uneven

Dripping with crimson blood

……

The night, like a large vat full of black oil, was poured on the smooth glass plate, slowly covering the entire canopy. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Endless skyscrapers, winding elevated roads, and mountains stand like nights. Yellow or white lights, flickering car lights, red and green neon lights, dots and lines are intertwined, criss-crossed, together form a steel hive like a city that never sleeps.

In this colorful night with a gloomy smell, all kinds of people and others silently staged a live drama of mixed flavors and various forms of life:

-- The elderly, most of whom had turned off the television, staggered to the bed, glanced at the rapidly turning clock, sighed, washed and slept; Those aunts and aunts who are a little late in their teens and can't run out of energy have formed gangs and twisted up to dance vigorously in the strong and excited square dance singing; Hurried past them were either "shovel officers" dragged by dogs, or sweaty walkers and joggers who were full of words about "10,000 steps a day".

-- In the high-rise buildings, the parents who are not confused, except for those who are still working overtime or all kinds of entertainment, most of them are holding their eyelids like heavy iron, yawning in different circles, staring at the children who are tireless and studying hard beside them; The younger children are still pouting in bed, holding their mother's hand, begging to tell another bedtime story; And the baby in swaddling clothes, crying or laughing, sleeping or making trouble, constantly creates sweet and sour troubles for the busy and sweaty little parents.

- Of course, in this chocolate syrupy-like and seductive night, there must be a couple of lovers who are in love and like glue, hidden in the shadows that the moon does not shine and no one else can see, bathed in the scent of roses, or under the background of sparkling champagne, hugging and kissing, turning clouds and rain, and pouring love into each other without reservation......

These kaleidoscopic, multifaceted images, seemingly unrelated, are scattered everywhere, interpreting their own stories. In fact, behind the vast night, there was an invisible withered hand, holding a bright silver thread of fate - "time".

This irreversible time, one-way, runs through our journey of different paths to the same destination: from croaking and babbling, to growing up, starting a family, becoming a talent, and finally moving towards the so-called success and consummation, or doing nothing and wasting a lifetime, we can always see the scale of time and the imprint of memory.

Now, at 9:21 p.m. on August 25, the fat man stabilized the demon that was still throbbing just now, opened the door, walked through a string of phantoms floating in the air, and walked out. The flower-like flight attendant, the mysterious and profound old man, and the ignorant little chubby dun all disappeared.

Although it was past the peak time for the dinner party, the hotel gate was still crowded with guests who were full of alcohol and hooked shoulders. No, a group of people were shouting and screaming, supporting a red-faced man, pushing and shoving like a rugby player, and it took a long time to stuff the drunkard with weak soles and heavy bodies into the car, and whistled and dispersed. On the other side, there are many taxis waiting in the parking lot, all of which are lined up with only a "taxi" overhead light on in order to save electricity.

When the doorman saw someone coming out, he hurriedly greeted him and asked if he wanted to take a taxi. As soon as the fat man sighed, he saw the headlights in the distance turn on, and an orange taxi came running from the darkness, crossed a curve like a bright moon scimitar, drove up to the welcome desk, and stopped beside him. The doorman then leaned over and pulled the door, and respectfully raised his hand to block the upper edge of the door to prevent the fat man from hitting his head.

The fat man struggled to move his fat ass and stuff himself into the carriage, which made him unconsciously think of a brain teaser he had heard before, about how many steps it takes for an elephant to fit into the refrigerator, which was somewhat similar to his current self.

Don't rush to answer! Not bad! A total of three steps are required: first, open the door; Second, stuff the fat man in; Three, close the door.

The elder brother skillfully pressed the meter, gave oil under his feet, and asked where to go in a mouthful of Chunshan Mandarin.

"Bayi Bar." The fat man replied.

"August 1st...... Bar? Which way? ”

"Which way? Wuyi Road! ”

"Hmm, Wuyi Road...... Uh, why don't you go to the one on Guilin Road? It's close to here, and the road is easy to walk. ”

"Guilin Road? Bayi Bar also opened a branch? ”

The elder brother looked up at the fat man in the rearview mirror and said: "It's open, it opened a few years ago, Guilin Road, Jiefang Road, the south and north of the city, and Wuyi Road is the earliest old store." Boss, are you sure you're going there? It's twice as far. ”

"Well, yes, Wuyi Road ......" The fat man heard this, nodded in confirmation, but he still had doubts: first, he couldn't imagine that he had left Chunshan for more than ten years, and the changes were quite big, and the old store on Wuyi Road, the Bayi Bar that had fought bloodily, had also opened branches and branches; Second, according to my brother, there is also one on Guilin Road, and it is closer to the hotel, in this case, why did Brother Ming let me go to the old store on Wuyi Road to meet?

The orange taxi, like a nimble clownfish, travels through the night like the deep sea. On both sides of the window, the stream of light and color is endless, surging with the hot and bustling of this huge city machine.

It is said that the old horse knows the way, as the old driver expected, the car is blocked along the way, and the taxi is snail-like stop-and-go, about half an hour later, the brother sighed and lifted the meter, and his mouth was still complaining: "That's right, this Bayi is farther than Guilin Road, you see, the road is also blocked, and it costs fuel and time...... 26 ...... Belch? 100's? Doesn't the boss have change? …… So, is there a piece? ”

The fat man took out another coin and handed it over, took back 75 yuan of change, and took the invoice.

The air outside the car was humid and muggy, as if it was going to rain. The red men and green women around him were drunk, or hugging or hugging, passing by. Compared with more than ten years ago, the street scene in front of you is both familiar and unrecognizable, and the most tearful thing is the familiar Bayi bar logo.

Raised his hand to look at his watch, at 9:58, it was almost the agreed meeting time, and he was about to turn out the number to call Brother Ming, when suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder-

"Fat Yuan!"

Being slapped coldly, the fat man barely thought about it, and his backhand was a sharp grappling action, and he had caught the daredevils behind him with two snaps, twisting his joints and pressing them on the ground, so painful that the man begged for mercy.

"Huh? Two maniacs? The fat man recognized the other man, but still didn't let go.

A gold-wire tea mirror fell aside, wearing a wide beach suit with blue and white on a blue background, and his dark complexion was reflected by the neon lights......

Wait a minute! The dress of this returned overseas Chinese from the South Seas, the complexion of this coal digger? Isn't this the "Uncle Mo" who picked up Li Fangfei, Jingjing, and Xiaomi to the Golden Dragon Cave four days later, and hurricane the I Ching gossip along the way? He? How could it appear in Chunshan City, which is 300 kilometers away from Jiahe? Moreover, how can she be the same as the little witch who can chant spells like Ito Yunna, who also wears tea mirrors at night?

"Oops...... Pain, pain, pain! "Uncle Mo lay on the ground and couldn't get upright, quite embarrassed.

The fat man let go of his hand, picked up Uncle Mo, who was full of embarrassment, and helped the other party pat the dust on his body, while laughing and joking: "I said two crazy people!" Which one are you playing, a half-old and not small, belly-rich cheap bone? I can't do it, brother, I haven't seen you for so many years, but you want to kill me! What's the matter, if you don't give a hug and kiss, do your best to make Zhou Yu beat Huang Gai's bitter trick, do you say it's appropriate? ”

Uncle Mo, the second madman, rubbed his thin arm like a smoked ham, picked up the gold wire tea glasses and put them on, fortunately it was not broken, and muttered in his mouth: "Alas, before going out, forget a hexagram, go down and redeem it, Ze Feng is too strong, Ze water is overturned, and it is really all fulfilled!" Quick, get in the car. After speaking, he led the fat man to a big white Cherokee on the side of the road, roared on the accelerator, and walked away.

……

Ten o'clock has passed.

The first quarter moon, which could still be seen when I first arrived in Spring Mountain, was silently shuttling in the thin clouds, and now, it had already slipped across the western sky and fallen into an overgrown wasteland.

The ghosts of the city that never sleeps shouted and went out one after another.

Wearing a hip-hop hat and a wide basketball shirt, the DJ opens his mouth wide and his fingers fly, concocting all kinds of high-pitched rhythms that vibrate like heavy bass and sifting chaff, forming a psychedelic music that stirs the eardrums. The bright green laser light shook all over the field like a cage, trapping the crowd who were intoxicated and crazy like a tide.

With the sour smell of wine and choking smoke, the blue and purple ice mist rose, and the dancers wearing pink wigs and revealing clothes, each according to a corner of the stage, stepped on the hatred of the sky more than ten centimeters, twisted the waist like a water snake, shook the white thighs and the "murder weapon" filled with silicone, and tried their best to stir up this hot and crazy arrogance.

A street away, rows of neon lights rotate like windmills, supper, food stalls, foot baths, saunas, singing cities, chess and card rooms, and black Internet cafes...... It is like eighteen layers of purgatory, upside down all kinds of pawn shops that consume youth and overdraft life, and those who enter are drunk and gold-spent, lingering and unhappy in this short period of anesthesia and liberation, and at the same time mortgaging the soul that can never be recovered.

……

The white Grand Cherokee galloped westward, like lightning, as if chasing the vanishing moon.

In the car, the fat man patted the second madman next to him and began to run the train without a ride: "I said the old pedant! Don't come unharmed, don't come unharmed! I haven't seen you in years, how are you thinking about your menstrual? Is there a beautiful president, executive vice president or rich wife of a famous university, the old lady of the school director, the spring heart is budding, the beast is great, catch you to be a village husband or something? What's the matter, don't mind, don't patronize hehe, steal fun, and play deep with our fat brother? Old pedant, two madmen! Soar two sentences of Chinese classics to wake up and refresh your mind! Yes? Hey, what about you, what happened to that stinky mouth that you forgot to bring out when you threw it at home? Where do you get rich now? ”

He burst out a large bouquet of corn flowers in one breath like a prisoner, and the second madman couldn't help laughing at the beginning without answering, but then he was annoyed for a long time, and replied: "Xia Xun is exchanged, Zefeng is too strong, and the gentleman is not afraid of independence!" Don't worry, don't worry, you're driving! ”

You said that Uncle Strange Mo on Dragon Ball Island, now Chunshan is driving a Jeep big cut, and the car is still carrying his old friend Yuan Fatzi, how is it possible? Does he have a driver's license?

How could it not be?

So, what is the origin of this uncle and the second madman? CIA in the United States, MI6 in the United Kingdom? Or Russian FSB, Israeli MOSSAD?

None of them, he is Zhao Lixin, who was born and grew up in Dragon Ball, his father died early in the family, and his mother depended on him, known as the second madman, and was born in the same year as the fat man Yuan Guoqing, but it was a month later. Back then, Zhao Lixin was born in the 2002 class of the Department of Philosophy of the School of Politics and Management of Jiahe University, and his graduation thesis "A Brief Analysis of the Significance of I Ching Principles for the Construction of Contemporary Core Value System" was promoted as the "Top 10" of the college that year and was selected for publication in the school magazine, and it was also a glory; In the early years, he worked as a clerical assistant in the Cultural and Historical Archives of TS District, Jiahe City for three years, worked hard, worked hard with candles, and wrote nearly one million words of research manuscripts, of course, most of them did not sign his name, and then he couldn't survive the cocooned self-restraint and lifeless environment, and returned to the Dragon Ball home for all kinds of idleness, wasted ten years, and is now in his thirties, but like a fat man, he is still playing hardcore singles. The second madman Zhao Lixin originally had an elder brother Zhao Zhenhua, who was born three years before him, but unfortunately died of illness at the age of five and a half; There is also a younger sister in the back, two years younger than him, named Zhao Jihua, who works as a warehouse keeper in Yunzhu Mountain Candied Food Factory in Longzhu Town, and her husband Cai Shusheng, a native of Hudong, also teaches at Chunlei Primary School, and has a daughter under her knees, who is six years old, named Zhao Caiya, nicknamed Yaya.

Eleven years ago, the second madman was still in his junior year at Jiahe, and the fat man who had just returned from the south and temporarily sent to Brother Ming's fence were both young and vigorous. Due to a coincidence, in the Spring Mountain Bayi Bar, which can't be beaten by eight poles, the two don't know each other, and thus form a brotherly friendship. Later, the fat man left the bar and continued to fight the world, breaking through the rivers and lakes, and cut off contact with the two madmen.

Old friends reunite, don't come unharmed.

The fat man was already tired, crackling and blowing nonsense, and the second madman didn't talk, wearing tea glasses and driving quickly, cow!

I didn't pay attention to it at first, but I saw that he was skilled, and I couldn't tell that he was still an old driver, walking through the streets and alleys, but why did he pick the narrow and dense back streets and alleys like cobwebs? And several times, I almost touched the debris on the side of the road or the corner stone, and the fat man was shocked into a cold sweat one after another.

Are these two madmen really crazy tonight?

The fat man didn't dare to rap anymore, grabbed the handrail, stabilized the stomach full of oil and water swaying left and right, and was trying to remind the old driver to slow down, pay attention to flowers and plants and children, but saw a sharp turn in the white body, facing a narrow alley, about a hundred meters, among which two or three dim street lamps, just like the ancient tomb of Lop Nur that year, the faint everlasting lights in the narrow road. From a distance, at the end of this deep alley, there seems to be a gray and yellow wall.

Dead end?

The fat man's face was full of sweat, he turned his head to look at the second madman, and wanted to tease him. Who knew that the two madmen had a cold face, a weird smile on the corner of their mouth, and without saying a word, they stepped down and stepped on the accelerator!

"Boom~!" The white Jeep, like a neighing horse, raised his hooves violently, exerted all his strength, and accelerated towards the stone wall at the end of the alley!

Oops! Two madmen, are you crazy?!