The air is cloudy, and the winter sun is turned cyan by the dust. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The snow melts on both sides of the railway, and the withered yellow weeds struggle to emerge from the dirty snow.

The little boy's "cotton cover" stepped into the snow, kicked out a few cinders, and bent down to pick them up. Two lines of green snot hung on his lips, and when he looked up, he sucked into his nose with a "sigh".

Having picked up half a plastic bag of cinders today, he was pleased with his results. The north wind is howling, the cheeks are chapped and red, and the smile is not affected by the environment, which comes from the sense of responsibility of an immature man.

"Son......

A man on a bicycle arrived under the railroad and shouted to the little boy, "Don't be done, go home for dinner." ”

Shen Qingshan, the father of the little boy, is also an idol.

The little boy answered, jumped off the railroad tracks with a plastic bag, and deftly climbed onto the back of the bicycle.

The black-and-white TV plays Jiang Kun's cross talk.

The patent leather of the round table is peeling, the dishes and chopsticks are placed in an orderly manner, and the woman walks out of the kitchen with a rice basin, and the heat gushes out like smoke when the door opens. Shen Qingshan glanced at it, and his tone was sour: "Pimple soup? ”

"Ah, what's wrong?" The woman was puzzled.

Shen Qingshan: "Today is my birthday, and I drink pimple soup on my birthday?" ”

"Ouch, look at this whole thing." The woman stroked her short hair from her ears, put down the rice bowl and ran back to the kitchen: "Wait a minute, I'll boil you an egg." ”

"Mom, I want one too." The little boy added.

"You're not a birthday, you want a fart." There was the sound of pots and pans clattering in the kitchen, and a sharp cough.

The woman had two long jet-black braids that were cut short at the back. She said that this is more convenient when working, and it also saves the time of grooming and tidying.

Years later, the little boy learned from a diary that he had his mother's braids in his second-grade tuition.

Eventually, the little boy got his wish and asked, "Mom, why don't you eat it?" ”

"I don't like to eat it, it smells of." The woman touched the little boy's head and pretended to be disgusted.

……

Ah Jing suddenly woke up, his mouth full of blood, and he was holding a certain neck in his hand.

A man fell to the ground, his hands clutched, the butterfly tattoo on the back of his hand coming to life in the dim light.

"Big ...... Brother ......"

Two begging for mercy came out of his throat.

Ajing's fingertips were numb, his whole body trembled, and he let go of his hand for a while and sat next to the butterfly man. The butterfly man landed on all fours, crawled into the distance, inhaled heavily, and stared at Ah Jing like a ghost.

Ah Jing turned his head and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

The butterfly man's face turned pale, and he said bitterly: "I see that you are asleep, and if you don't wake up, you will miss the time." ”

"What time is it?"

"Three o'clock in the morning."

Getting the answer, Ah Jing got up slowly. The eyes were blood-red, the pool of cold water was soaked with corpses, and the machine in the corner was running, grinding the corpses into feed.

Ah Jing sighed: "It's really not easy for you to do this job, you can't go crazy if you can stick to it, you can !! ”

The butterfly man rubbed his chest to comfort himself, and then complained: "My daughter is seriously ill, and the hospital urges me to pay every day." In addition to robbing banks, only this one makes the most money. Who can live exactly as they see fit? Besides, how do you know I'm not crazy? ”

The butterfly man pounced suddenly, a cold light flashed on his waist, and the boning knife stabbed straight into Ah Jing's waist socket.

The blade cuts through the clothes, stirring up skin particles. The back muscles twitched, Ah Jing came first, and the palm of his hand smashed on the bridge of the butterfly man's nose.

The bridge of his nose snapped, and he instantly tilted to the side, blood burst out from the broken bone, and the butterfly man fell on his back.

"Are you awake?"

Ah Jing paced to his side, looked down, and saw that the butterfly man had no fear on his face, and his eyes were empty, like a walking corpse. He flapped and was about to jump again, but Ai kicked him over, snatching the steel knife and slashing him in the back.

The wound cut his soul, the severe pain stimulated his nerves, and the butterfly man regained his expression and cried all over his face.

Howling: "Big brother...... I...... What's wrong with me? ”

Ah Jing helped him up and comforted: "It's okay, you're asleep, just like me." ”

……

After a brief treatment of the wounds, the duo put on plastic jackets, masks and hats.

At a quarter past three, the lights came on outside the door.

The van stopped and got down for two people. They each bowed their heads and whispered, unable to see their faces clearly, and after saying a few words, they leaned aside and smoked.

The Butterfly Man didn't talk to them, and opened the car door, which revealed two corpses wrapped in black plastic sheeting. Ah Jing carried him into the house with him, and then threw him into the cold water pool.

After the body was moved, the two threw away their cigarette butts and sat in the cab. Listening to the "bang" behind him, he closed the car door and the car slowly left.

No one noticed that there was a pale face and a pair of dark eyes hidden under the saddle!!