Spring.

There are many advantages lurking in this small southern town, the first is that the fresh air makes people feel much better, although it does not restore the ability of men; The second is that you can find a job repairing electrical appliances in a small shop on the street, and he is an expert in electronic engineering; The third is that there are no wanted warrants here, and there is hardly a shadow of the police on the road, let alone worrying about being discovered.

Many late nights and early mornings, he would still wake up from nightmares and see that twenty-five-year-old face, in his prime, heroic, shining with bright eyes, and at any moment he would become a figure of all attention.

Lu Zhongyue dreamed that he was stabbed to death with a knife by this man.

Blood rushed under his nose, quickly stained the whole garment, and fell on the street to be watched by everyone, like a Chinese pastoral dog that was hit by a car and died.

Every time he woke up like this, he would rush to the mirror and look at his face in his forties, at the wrinkles on his forehead and at the corners of his eyes, at the thinning hair, and at his bloodshot eyes.

The man's name was Shenming.

The first time Lu Zhongyue met him, both of them were only fifteen years old. Nanming Senior High School in 1985 is extremely barren in memory, except for the steel factory next to it, it seems to be a forgotten corner of the world. Only the teaching building and dormitory are new, and countless people have to squeeze into it that year - Lu Zhongyue, who has average results in the high school entrance examination, walked through the back door of the Education Bureau through his father and paid more sponsorship fees, which was stuffed into Nanming High School.

Shen Ming just came to the school to report, wearing a white shirt and blue pants that were dirty, his running shoes were washed and gray, and his schoolbag looked old, much like the kind left over by others. But his gaze is very special, and although he always deliberately avoids others, as long as he meets the eyes of others, he will make them fearful.

Compared to other classmates, his face is a little overly mature.

They were assigned to the same dormitory, and Shen Ming was the most shabby of the six roommates, with only a few cents of pocket money on him, and he was usually reluctant to buy a popsicle. But his homework was really good, he was extremely diligent in his studies, and he fought night in a mosquito net every night. His comprehension is very strong, and the teacher's words are very clear, especially in Chinese and English. Except for the young math teacher *Song, almost every teacher liked him.

In contrast, Lu Zhongyue is much more cold, if it is not for the science grades, I am afraid that there is a possibility of repeating the grade.

He is the best friend of the state.

Usually Shen Ming is a taciturn person, only when he is alone with Lu Zhongyue, can he have endless words, Shen Ming has a mantra "Is it too late to reincarnate?" "Let Lu Zhongyue remember it vividly. Whenever Lu Zhongyue encounters difficulties, Shen Ming will help. Similarly, when he was financially constrained, Lu Zhongyue would also give generously.

In his sophomore year of high school, he dragged Shen Ming to play billiards in the potion lane, and encountered a hooligan robbery, Shen Ming helped him beat away those bastards, but his head was broken and bleeding profusely. Lu Zhongyue accompanied him to the hospital, and he was busy all night, but he was given seven stitches, and when he returned to school, he could only lie that he had accidentally fallen.

That night, Shen Ming lay on Lu Zhongyue's lap, his eyes clear as he looked at the starry sky. He said that he had never tasted a good day since he was a child, and he remembered being bullied, no children wanted to play with him, and even the pencils for writing homework were asked by his grandmother from his employer. Admitted to Nanming High School, he had the opportunity to eat meat every day.

In the end, he said coldly: "I am not willing to pass like this for the rest of my life." ”

On the eve of the college entrance examination, Shen Ming was always worried, his first choice was Peking University, and he was about to face thousands of competitors across the country, and he was unsure.

Lu Zhongyue is even more worried about whether he will fail the college entrance examination.

One night in June, a fire broke out in the shantytown of the homeless man opposite the school, Lu Zhongyue followed his classmates out to watch the excitement, but he didn't expect Shen Ming to rush into the fire like a madman, and finally turned into a ball of flames and rushed out, and as a result, he rescued a little girl.

Lu Zhongyue didn't know that not long ago, this little girl was almost killed by him.

Finally, Shen Ming got the opportunity to be escorted to Peking University and became one of the lucky ones in ten thousand.

After the college entrance examination, he was about to go to Weiming Lake, and Lu Zhongyue stayed in the city's science university to study. On Nanming Road, the two hugged and cried, and sang a song, which was Li Shutong's "Farewell": "Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain. The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered. A cloudy wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight. ”

That was twenty-six years ago.

At this moment, Lu Zhongyue is a fugitive wanted criminal, hidden in the depths of the crowd, thinking back to all the ups and downs in this life, aren't they all thanks to this good friend who died at the age of twenty-five?

And the reason why he came here was for another person - his name is Lu Jizong, he is nineteen years old this year, and he is Lu Zhongyue's biological son, the only one.

It is destined to be impossible again in this life.

He hid in this small southern city for a year, observing Chen Xiangtian and Lu Jizong's mother and son from time to time. The woman I liked back then can no longer be seen, and the evil seed that was almost killed by myself is as strong as a weed in spring - the most important thing is that the child's appearance is completely inherited from Lu Zhongyue.

Lu Jizong was idle every day, either watching movies with nothing to do, or going to the Internet café to play games all night, but he earned himself dozens of machetes until his mother pulled his ears and brought them back. He rarely takes the initiative to talk to people, and he has no friends - except for his comrades in the game.

No girl will like him.

He always lowered his head, revealing the shallow blue spots on his forehead, and looked at others coldly, causing them to have a certain fear. One night, he was playing Dota in an Internet café, and a guy next to him scolded him, saying that he was a wild seed without a father and that his mother was a. He immediately changed his appearance, like a fierce god possessed by a vicious god, and rushed up and beat the other party. That guy is an underworld hooligan, he is used to being domineering in a small town, and no one dares to move a single hair, but this time he was beaten all over the ground looking for teeth, and he will never dare to appear in front of him again.

How many times did Lu Zhongyue resist the impulse and didn't dare to appear in front of his son, fearing that as long as he revealed his identity, he would be killed.

There was a woman who occasionally went to Lu Jizong's house, carrying various fruits and gift boxes every time. She looked less than thirty years old, she looked plainly dressed, but her temperament was extraordinarily outstanding, and if you looked closely, her face was really beautiful - Lu Zhongyue didn't think that Chen Xiangtian could make such a friend.

She seems to have the trust of Lu Jizong, and the two sometimes go shopping together, giving people the illusion of sister and brother love.

However, Lu Zhongyue concluded that she was not a local, but from a big city. He quietly followed the woman several times, and found that she was a teacher in Miao Village outside the city, and found out her name from near the village - Ouyang Xiaozhi.

What made him wonder recently was that he hadn't seen Lu Jizong for almost a month, and at the same time, the woman surnamed Ouyang had disappeared.

Where has my son gone?

After holding back this question for many days, Lu Zhongyue finally couldn't hold it back, and knocked on Chen Xiangtian's door late at night in the middle of a spring night.

"Who are you?"

Nearly twenty years later, the woman no longer recognized him.

Lu Zhongyue lowered his head and hid his face in the shadows outside the door: "Where has your son gone?" ”

"Huh?" The middle-aged woman suddenly panicked, "What trouble did Jizong do outside?" ”

"Nope."

He took another step inside, exposing his entire face to the light, especially the cyan mark on his forehead.

Chen Xiangtian took half a step back, squinted her eyes and stared at him, and shook her head in a trance: "You are—impossible!" ”

"That's me."

Closing the door with his backhand, he cautiously walked into the room, which was a mess and smelled of oil smoke.

"Lu Zhongyue?" The woman grabbed him by the shoulder, carefully examined the face, and then let go of her hand in horror and hid in the corner, "Wrongdoer! ”

"Aren't you happy to meet again after a long absence?"

Chen Xiangtian trembled: "I...... I...... I just didn't expect ......"

"Do you think I'm dead?" Lu Zhongyue reached out and stroked her slightly rough and flabby face, "Sometimes, I still think of you - in 1995, when I first met you in a bar, it felt so good at that time." ”

"Let go of your hands!"

"After all these years, don't you want me?"

But the woman slapped him: "I hate you!" ”

"I'm sorry." He picked up a clean place and sat down, "But I still have to thank you!" Gave birth to a son for me. ”

"You don't deserve to be his father!"

"Where is Jizong?"

He grabbed Chen Xiangtian's neck, and she gasped and said, "A month ago, this child went out to work. ”

"Where did you go?"

"It's the city I know you! He said he could find his dad there. ”

"He's looking for me?"

Lu Zhongyue subconsciously let go of his hand, and the woman coughed a few times in pain: "Yes, he has always wanted to see what his father looks like?" I told my son that his father also had a blue mark on his forehead. ”

"Give me his phone number!"

"My son has only been gone for a few days, his mobile phone number has been down, and he has not called back, and he has been out of touch for several weeks, and I am very worried about him!"

"No, it won't!" Lu Zhongyue anxiously wandered around the house for a few steps, "What about that woman?" The young woman who often comes here, what's the deal with her? ”

"You mean twigs? Isn't she your cousin? ”

"Cousin?"

Lu Zhongyue has never had a cousin at all, could it be that person? No, it's obviously not.

"Do you have her phone?"

"Yes." Chen Xiangtian took out her mobile phone and reported Xiaozhi's phone number to this man, "I also called her to ask about Jizong's whereabouts, and Xiaozhi said that she didn't know either." ”

"She's lying."

Just as Lu Zhongyue was about to open the door and leave, Chen Xiangtian whispered behind him: "Zhongyue, please don't go looking for my son." ”

He turned to stare fiercely at the woman, and found that her eyes flashed with unconcealed fear—although there was no wanted warrant for him in the town, Chen Xiangtian seemed to know that he was a fugitive, and she had been immersed in fear and hesitation from the moment she recognized him just now.

Perhaps, this is what Ouyang Xiaozhi told her?

If she left like this, would this woman call the police immediately? As a result, he was arrested as a wanted criminal before he had gone a few steps?

Lu Zhongyue showed a rare smile, turned behind Chen Xiangtian, stroked the back of her neck and said, "Xiangtian, whether you miss me or not, I often think of your goodness." ”

"Don't talk about it."

"I was the one who abandoned you back then, I'm really sorry!"

When he finished saying the last word, his hands tightened Chen Xiangtian's neck.

These hands that have killed people in the past have thick and powerful knuckles, like the anti-theft ring of a bicycle.

The woman began to struggle and resist, her legs kicking as hard as she could, and deep in her suffocating throat, making a sound similar to that of a snake crawling, until she convulsed and became incontinent.

She's dead.

In the hands of the man she once loved, it gradually turned into a stiff corpse, and finally collapsed on the filthy floor.

Lu Zhongyue took half a step back, smoked a cigarette and looked at the dead Chen Xiangtian, and suddenly felt that her death was so ugly.

I'm sorry, my son's mom.

He dusted off the cigarette butt on the corpse, picked up the landline at home, and dialed the mobile phone number that Chen Xiangtian gave him.

"Hey, is it Ouyang Xiaozhi?"

A soft and pleasant female voice sounded at the end of the conversation, which made people suspect that it was a female college student.

"It's me, who are you?"

Lu Zhongyue hung up the phone, bowed his head and walked out of the murder scene, not forgetting to close the door.

He returned to the rental house to pack his luggage, sent a text message to the owner of the electrical repair shop to say goodbye, and rushed to the long-distance bus station overnight to embark on the journey back to his hometown.

Two full months from now will be the 19th anniversary of the death of the declaration.