The night is falling, the sun is about to set, and the scorching breeze across the Sanjiang Plain in the northeast in summer blows slowly from the wide and gentle water surface of the Liujiang River.

The breeze blows, along the river crowded building complex, bring up a few pieces of waste paper that people discard, cross the rolling off traffic, and pounce on a few red and shining neon characters of "Yanagihara City First Hospital" not far from the river.

A whimpering and dilapidated red and yellow bus slowly swam from the traffic while people were waiting for it.

Crunk and squeaked unhurriedly stopped under the No. 26 stop sign at the hospital gate, and opened the front and rear doors with a "bang" in the dusk.

This is the last train of No. 26 today, it opened its big mouth, swallowed the crowd of anxious commuters home, and poured out the nurses who were lazily working the night shift, huhula, the front and rear doors slowly closed, and they were about to start.

Lao Mo, the bus driver, picked up a yellow and shabby towel, wiped the sweat oozing from his gray hair, and cursed the hot weather while turning his head to look around at the huge inverted mirror on the left and right.

His left shoulder is slightly lowered, ready to step on the clutch deeply, start in gear, finish his work, go home and drink a cold beer, and die early.

A white figure running quickly and waving his hands at the driver appeared in the right-hand mirror.

Lao Mo glanced at it lightly, didn't think about it, skillfully loosened his feet and stepped on the oil, the bus closed the door with a bang, and the four wheels began to squeak and turn.

The figure still ran unrelentingly, completely ignoring the distance between people and vehicles.

Lao Mo still glanced at it lightly, the corners of his mouth twitched, but he gave a brake under his feet.

With a "creak", the old bus shrugged its dilapidated body, slowly stopped on the side of the road, and the front door opened with difficulty.

A sunny-skinned teenager squinted his eyes, bared his white teeth, and ran into the car panting, his healthy skin glowing with sweat.

He thanked Lao Mo repeatedly, and while quickly taking out a one-yuan bill from his washed white trouser pocket and throwing it into the coin box, he rolled his dark eyes and crossed a white flower arm and thigh, looking for a free seat.

Lao Mo was indifferent, shook his head, and started the car.

The teenager was a little disappointed that this was the only last bus that went all the way from Yanagihara New District to the outskirts of the old town.

At this time, it is no less difficult to find a seat than a dusty agricultural three-wheeler parallel to the bus, trying to overtake the BMW fork six in front of the car and pouting its luxurious buttocks.

"Jingle bell-" With the rare telephone ringing now, the sunny boy ignored the strong disdain of a little nurse with acne-covered face next to him, grabbed the bus ring with one hand, and took out the PHS from the pocket of his white jeans with the other, and picked it up with a grin.

"Boss Longjiang, why don't you kid answer the phone? It's not that buddy who said you, and that old man didn't knock you down, why did you send it to the hospital? Don't talk about the money, in the end, it's not a person inside and out, if it weren't for the old man and the girl who is like a flower, I doubt your intentions very much. ”

The sunshine boy's name is Long Jiang, seeing that PHS has no ** setting, and the call is very loud, he embarrassedly squeezed out a smile to the people around him, buried his head and continued to talk.

A series of voices popped out on the phone, accompanied by a burst of gasps, indicating the owner's extraordinary weight.

It is Yang Dawei, one of the sworn friends who graduated from Longjiang High School all the way, the eldest son of Director Yang of the Liuhua District Industrial and Commercial Branch of Liuyuan City, nicknamed Impotence, nicknamed Poison, and everyone in Liuyuan No. 1 Middle School knows it.

The little nurse with acne-covered face was even more disdainful, but quietly moved her two white legs that exuded the smell of strong perfume, and like the people around her, pricked up her ears to listen to the corner of the wall.

"Intentions? Do you think I'm you? When you see your mother, you have bad intentions? Cut! Impotence, sue you kid, this is the eighth phone call you made, saying, do you really care about me, or do you care about your 3,000 yuan? ”

Lao Long, I, I didn't mean that, seeing that my mind was broken, the impotence voice on the phone became even more panting:

"I, you and Mimi, we are one of the three, we have drunk blood wine and beheaded chickens, isn't my money yours? Don't you just save an old man, don't say borrow 3,000, that is, borrow 30,000, brother, I don't frown. ”

There was a sound of "slipping" on the phone, and I don't know whether the impotence was a sip of wine or a sip of herbal tea, which caused the people who were sweating and squeezing the bus to roll their eyes.

A little nurse with a round face in a pink large-mouthed monkey summer casual suit, quietly crutches the acne nurse with her elbow.

The two exchanged hearts, their plump and round little buttocks twisted together, their backs were aimed at Longjiang, and the two curious little heads dyed red, red, yellow and yellow came together and checked them carefully.

"Hey, in the afternoon, there was an old man with a bloody face in the second ward of Puwai, and I heard that he was hit by a flute boy? Isn't this one? The round face snorted.

Acne glanced at Long Jiang, who continued to call:

"Well, I saw it with my own eyes, the old man's family is very fierce, the son looks like a wilted seedling, squatting in the corner and smoking, and the daughter-in-law is a thief, saying why do you want to blackmail people for 100,000 yuan. The police are here. ”

"What happened in the end?" The round face blinked curiously, and a fine bead of sweat oozed from above his lips.

"What can the police do, both sides and mud." Acne rolls its eyelids, revealing more whites.

"I heard Sister Xiao in the same class, if it weren't for the fact that a little thin man with glasses sent a copy of the surveillance of the shopping mall at the scene, maybe that unlucky guy would really have to pay for others."

The round face was full of interest, taking advantage of the bus to climb up to the Liujiang Bridge connecting the new area and the suburbs, leaning his round shoulders on the shiny steel pipe beside him, squeezing his chest more and more plump.

"I heard that the old man's daughter-in-law's mother's family finally came to Bosnia-Herzegovina relatives, dressed up and scared to death?" The round face asked curiously.

"Isn't it?" Acne patted his towering chest with palpitations, ignoring the slight shock wave, which had already attracted the fiery gaze of the uncle on the side.

"Those people heard that it was the Hesha Gang, they were so arrogant, after scolding the doctor and scolding the nurse, if the police hadn't stopped them, that stupid boy might have been beaten!"

The round face couldn't suppress the low exclamation: "Shahe Gang? Yanagihara's biggest underworld, oh, mom, it's scary. ”

"How did it end up?" She turned her head and looked at Long Jiang with a relaxed face, who had already finished the call.

Acne leaned closer to the round face, and said mysteriously, "The police showed the gang the surveillance." ”

"One of them has a yellow-haired leader who said: 'I'm cǎo, isn't this Brother Feng, Officer Lu, you sue him, Brother Feng's face is given to me by Huangmao.'" After saying that, the group of people hurled and left. ”

"Finished?"

"Yes, it's over."

The two of them checked the hospital gossip for a while, and then they reluctantly parted, as if they had just completed a sacred underground party joint task.

The round face raised his wrist and sorted out the studs, and the acne pulled the corset strap that was a little stained, revealing a piece of white greasy, which made the eyes of the uncle next to him almost pop out.

The two of them were speechless for a while, but they invariably turned their plump bodies together, and the afterglow began to glance at Longjiang as if nothing.

Longjiang is 1.78 meters tall, and now under the urging of various additives, it is considered to be a middle-to-lower class among high school graduates who are as tall as a forest.

A cleanly washed Nike imitation T-shirt paired with a pair of brown and white skinny casual unbranded skinny pants that were also washed off.

With slightly dark and healthy skin, short black and sunny hair, and white and neat teeth, he doesn't look like the kind of stupid young man with a lack of strings.

With the help of the yellow light from the street lamps that had already been lit up, looking at the big boy who was full of sunshine, the two little nurses didn't know what they thought, their faces turned red, and they all turned back to their curious little heads.

"Jingle bells--" Another PHS bell rang loudly. Acne and round face pricked up ears again.

"Son, why are you getting off work so late today? When will I get home? Mom made you beef dumplings......"

The crisp voice is full of concern, and when I hear it, I am a clean and powerful mother.

"Dumplings? Great, it's been a long time since I've eaten it. ”

Longjiang's family is poor, when his grandfather was seriously ill, he owed hundreds of thousands of debts, and he ate dumplings, which was normal for ordinary people, but here in Longjiang, it was like the New Year.

Sanjiang University, who is about to go to the provincial capital, although he is a second-class major, he is already an adult, and the vast world outside firmly attracts him, but his family is poor and weak, and he is firmly fettered.

Sometimes I'm really not used to letting my mother take care of it every day, there is no way, Longjiang is just a mother, and my mother is a son.

Long Jiang sneered at the shabby pink PHS, this is still the dear old sister Long Liu, who has recently changed the color of the goods eliminated by the mobile phone.

Longliu, Longjiang, the two sisters were born on the bank of the Liujiang River, the old neighborhood that is still in tatters.

When he was in the first child, his father, who was busy with his livelihood, patted his mother's bulging belly, looked at the unfazed Liujiang River not far away, and suffocated the two or two Long's small burns, and the names of the two sisters were finalized:

The boy's name is Long Jiang, and the girl's name is Long Liu.

The old man of the Long family is not in good health and has a heavy financial burden, and the sensible Longliu graduated from junior high school in order to save tuition, he refused to go to school anyway, dropped out of school and went to work in a beauty salon, and half of the money saved was given to this naughty and naughty younger brother.

From childhood to adulthood, whenever Longjiang got into trouble and was beaten by his mother, his sister was always by his side to comfort and dissuade him. As for Dad, he will always bury his soju career with a generous face.

The reputation of Longjia Xiaoyao, accompanied by the size and fame of Longjiang, has grown little by little over the years, and it is well-known in Qianjin Old Street in Liuhua District.

I don't know when, the carriage became loose, and the two curious baby nurses were nowhere to be found, and several empty seats appeared on the side of the legs, and Long Jiang sat down empty.

A ring-shaped bump in the back pocket of the butt rattled against the hard plastic seat with an unpleasant creak.

Long Jiang took out this uncomfortable little thing with his backhand.

This is an ordinary ring, the material can not be seen, the ring surface is dark and smooth, and there are some simple and vicissitudes of life on the side, which is an antiquity at a glance.

But if you want to say what's special, Longjiang really can't say. He casually put it on his fingers and played with it, and a pair of loving eyes that had been through the vicissitudes of life appeared in front of him.

This is a pair of old man's eyes, painful, firm, vicissitudes, bland, and a little confused, like the eyes of the long-deceased Longjiang grandfather Long Anti-Japanese.

It was these eyes that attracted the attention of Long Jiang, who worked in the cold drink hall of Ruifeng Shopping Mall.

When the sarcoma head named Brother Feng led three strong men to beat up a lewd and thin plastic surgeon, the owner of these eyes was sitting next to him, sipping iced tea on a resting chair.

In the flying of his fists and feet, the old man was unfortunately affected by the pond fish.

The iced tea cup printed with a cartoon pattern, separated from the old man's hands, crossed the graceful curve in the air, and flew out strings of cold water droplets, which fell on the smooth and hard stone floor.

At the same time, there was also the old man's broad forehead full of gray hair. Gurgling blood flowed down the ground that Longjiang had just wiped clean.

The sarcoma head scolded and left, and the obscene doctor who said to have made the sarcoma-headed wife's boobs plastic surgery into potholes and Shangganling also took the opportunity to run away.

Looking at those painful eyes, Long Jiang, who had always been naughty and mischievous, didn't know why, but his heart hurt a little.

So, despite the repeated hints of Sister Qiu in the same class, before 110 and 120 came, Long Jiang's mind was hot, and in the unison exclamations of the onlookers, he bent down to help the bleeding old man!

On the little finger of the old man's left hand, there is a black ring ring! On the side of the ring, in the unnoticed corners, there are some small uneven patterns, exuding a cold and strange light.