At night, in the back alley of Fangpian Street, a faint cold air that does not hurt the muscles and bones greets me, mixed with the smell of every broken star that Cheng Daban has been familiar with in the past 28 years.

For one month, Cheng Daban went out from this dark passage every day and went home. The back alley is usually unattended, and bird droppings and rotten leaves form a natural fertilizer factory. Later, Brother Xi and her fried chicken restaurant opened, and a few pots of hot water broke the veins of the rhizomes of the weeds, and they were neat.

The reason why he will take the dark road, Cheng Daban took a soft article to write a promotion for a certain sex egg. For several days in a row, I nested in the attic and studied with great interest.

One day, the door suddenly opened, and Cheng's father and Cheng's mother delivered the meal hand in hand, and they didn't knock on the door. On the computer screen, a pair of women have breasts and buttocks, and spring is shining.

For the next month, Cheng avoided contact with his family for most of the time. The old couple came up tremblingly, put the food at the door, sighed and turned their heads again.

It wasn't until Cheng's father rode a bicycle with curly hair out for a haircut that both fell into the manhole cover, forming a new famous scene in the family, that the matter was over.

Cheng Daban didn't feel that his choice would push him to the definition of a fugitive. It's like when you're a kid, everyone lines up to slide down a very high slide, and if you're scared, you hide behind the woods, and when you find out, you run back. In physical education class, he didn't dare to jump off the pommel horse, so he hid in the abandoned air-raid shelter of the school and spent a whole class looking at the sky.

Cheng Daban just needs it, just escape into a hole in the ground. Don't be a lofty target, don't be seen by anyone to see your face hideous.

In the back alley, the signboard of Xige's big stomach king fried chicken restaurant is still so eye-catching. The billboard stood directly on the roof, and the beautiful Xi Gexiu had a chicken skeleton-like figure, with a delicious chicken leg stuffed in her mouth.

People just have to be packaged. The two often sit in the glass kitchen and massage the marinade-coated chicken steak together, and Cheng Daban picks up a handful of flour and pastes it on her face. Teach yourself another lesson and bounce more flour. Then laughed.

Sad.

In the night, far away, his pink van was still parked there so happily.

Seven or eight years ago, this small bread was still milky white, most of the time before the college entrance examination, Cheng's father specially put on a new paint for a good color, and on the rear car screen, the brush was dipped in glaze, and the red word must be won was written. Like a spell. Tell the majority that she really can't live up to any expectations.

In the past few years, Cheng's father still relied on small bread to occasionally pull a black car for 5 yuan a piece, and in recent years, young people have used taxi software, and old guests are afraid of bumps when they sit, so they simply stay in place and become an Internet celebrity to take a group photo.

On a full moon night, the whole street is affected by uneasiness.

Cheng counted most of the strokes, and there were a total of 14 strokes of the winning strokes, which was an even number. The odd number runs to the left, and the even number runs to the right.

Got on his broken bike, headed all the way to the right, and ran down.