1

The train weaves its way through the night at high speed, heading into the deeper darkness beyond.

Lin Yuan leaned against the window and had a dream, it was a real dream.

The street lamp shone a dazzling light, piercing through the microorganisms floating in the air, and Kim Yongchang stood directly below the lamp and said, "I found him, and I planned it." ”

Lin Yuan didn't understand what he meant, but it was really surprising to meet him here: "What do you mean?" Revenge? ”

Jin Yongchang's face was black, and the color outside the street lamp looked a little ethereal in the strong contrast.

He said: "Zhao Wanjin, I have a chance to kill him." ”

Lin Yuan knew that it was useless to persuade him, and he didn't want to persuade him.

In fact, from the bottom of his heart, he hoped that the revenge of the bullet could be avenged, but the enemy was Zhao Wanjin, Zhao Qi's father.

Zhao Qi has no eyes, can no longer continue to play basketball, let alone sweat on the basketball court.

Uncle Zhou is also gone, Xiaorui is also gone, he doesn't want Zhao Qi to lose his father again.

Two very different thoughts collide in the mind, and the best outcome is to destroy at the same time, to become insignificant residues.

He struggled and decided to go with the flow: "If you don't care about your own future, then you can go." ”

Jin Yongchang smiled disdainfully, the whole person was loose, and said, "How can I have any future?" ”

"The relationship between the boss and me, you can't imagine." Kim Yongchang said again: "My fate is the same as his, I am tied to him. ”

"And you're different, you're the pet of all people."

Lin Yuan listened motionlessly as he narrated his inner world.

"His fate is to die, my fate is to avenge him, and your fate is to live well for us."

"It's destined from the three of us to know each other."

"You have a choice, and it's a fate that can be chosen." Lin Yuan remembered the sporadic memories of the past, the lucid part was in front of him, and the blurred part was like a person who was not short-sighted wearing high eyes, which could not be touched or seen clearly.

"I miss my mom." Jin Yongchang slowly stepped back, turned around and ran against him, he stretched out his right arm and waved vigorously, "See?" This is my determination to say goodbye, and I will help him avenge him. And you remember to live well with the people who are important to you. ”

The back is combined with the elements of darkness. He stood still and watched Jin Yongchang gradually walk away until his figure shrank into a black dot.

Lin Yuan didn't remember what he was thinking at that time, but he did seem to be thinking about a lot of things.

He looked at the muddy narrow dirt road behind him, and in a far, far away place, a few lights were faintly lit, like the light of fireflies, flickering and dimming.

Among these dreamy lights, there may be Lin Yinyin.

About what he thinks.

For example, what he has always questioned.

Can you really live well?

Why all the bad things, all the sorrows, all the sadness keeps coming.

Where is the end?

Or is it just like the darkness of this broken road in front of you, with no end at all?

Everything in front of him was blurry, and the chair clinging to his legs parted into a transparent shadow, swaying repeatedly before his eyes.

It was 2.53 a.m. and he touched his forehead.

It's hot.

It was quiet, with rows of headlights glowing faintly.

The train runs over the tracks at high speed, making a "clang" sound.

There were a few girls in the front row whispering, accompanied by bursts of chuckles, what were they talking about? It must be a very happy topic.

What do you want to do with all this uselessness? Lin Yuan shook his head.

It was as if my brain had been filled with water, and there was a heavy, sudden pain with the shaking.

Next to him, a middle-aged man was asleep, snoring rhythmically, and his head was resting on his shoulder.

Even if he fell into a deep sleep, his face still had a deep tiredness, and it seemed that he should have suffered a lot from running around.

It is not difficult to guess that life must be a very hard thing for him.

Lin Yuan couldn't bear to move, his eyes looked out the window, distracted.

Memories of completeness or fragmentation, consciously or unconsciously, flashed through his gaze, like playing an old-fashioned black-and-white movie.

The almost mutilated memories of his parents were once again improvised to be put together.

He can't remember what the weather was like that day, except that the sun was shining, the weather was hot, and his dad drove home with the iconic beard of successful people and a suit.

In the past, the neighbors who were familiar with each other were very enthusiastic to visit, and the rural hometown was very lively in those days, and an uncle also gave him a toy and asked him to tell Lin Jiawen that it was specially bought by Uncle Yougen and given to him.

But the toy was very old, and he remembered that it was obviously chubby.

Later, Mom and Dad were gone, and I didn't know where the toys were, maybe they had already sunk deep into the ground.

The memories are fading, and I don't know when they will completely dissipate, just like cars passing by on the asphalt road.

They drove by, and then away.

Fast or slow.

The people around me are always changing, and no one can accompany anyone forever.

Whether you give it up or not, you can't change it.

The bullet accident, Jin Yongchang would rather lose the entire future than avenge him. Only he himself lives mediocre and doesn't seem to care about anything.

But he seems to care about everything.

He didn't know what he was living for, but he didn't bother to think about it, he just wanted to go with the flow.

The unfortunate things around him came one after another, as if they had fallen into the abyss and fell infinitely.

Whether the future is good or not, all that can be done is to pray.

2

New Year's big bills were hung up on the shops on the street, and the big hotel diagonally opposite the community also posted preferential notices. People walking by the roadside wore thick down jackets, worried or happy.

The New Year is approaching, and the hectic atmosphere seems to have slowed down considerably.

The taxi driver said that he would temporarily suspend the operation after pulling his order, and his children made a lot of money in Beijing and wanted to pick him up for the New Year.

Lin Yuan congratulated him with a smile and began to fantasize about his future life.

Can you also make a lot of money outside like the children of the driver's master, and then take Uncle Li to live in a bigger city?

Beautiful, fleeting hopes are fleeting, followed by deep and shallow worries.

Lin Yinyin is there, is it okay?

He picked up his phone, stared at the lit screen for a moment, and made up his mind to dial it again.

It's shutdown again.

Why is it turned off, why is it always turned off?

Someone has always cared about you!

Why hide on earth?

"Young man." The driver turned around and called him, "The community you said has arrived, why is this name so familiar?" ”

"You've been here?" Lin Yuan scanned the QR code to make the payment, and the driver said, "This community, someone died two days ago." ”

"Alas, birth, old age, sickness and death, human nature." Lin Yuan expressed deep sympathy.

The driver sighed and said, "If that's the case, it's too normal, let me tell you, it was a policeman who died, and it was said that he was retaliated against!" ”

"This world is the way of you! Good people don't have anything to report! ”

"Young man, I'll take you 30 in total."

Lin Yuan was stunned with his mobile phone and didn't hear any sound.

Police? He thought.

It was as if the heart had been grabbed and thrown into the air.

3

There were a lot of cars parked in the community, and when passing by the artificial lake, Lin Yuan found that there was a thin layer of ice on the surface of the lake, if it was a child, he would pick up a stone and smash it, he would definitely be able to smash a large piece.

This year's winter is really cold, freezing people very sadly, if it is not for the New Year, I am afraid that few people are willing to go out.

The flower garden downstairs seems to have been taken care of for a long time, and it is a mess.

No one walked around in the community, Lin Yuan dragged his suitcase and walked slowly along the route of his memory.

The empty quarters echoed and were pale.

Numb, stiff, as if there was no vitality at all.

A very familiar person came down from upstairs and bumped into Lin Yuan.

The two of them had their own agendas, and neither of them noticed the other.

Say sorry together, and say it's okay together.

The man looked at Lin Yuan carefully, and his sad voice was mixed with some surprise, "You...... How did you get back? ”

"yes, it's a holiday." Lin Yuan looked at him and smiled stiffly, "Is Uncle Li okay?" ”

Liu Aoyao pursed his lips and was silent, and lowered his head after a while.

He struggled and said, "I'm sorry......"

Excuse me? Okay, okay, I know it all, what can I be sorry for? Lin Yuan thought about it and didn't say anything.

He bypassed Liu Aoyao and went upstairs tremblingly.

There was no elevator in the old-fashioned community, so he dragged his suitcase and climbed step by step with great difficulty.

"I've tried to contact you, but I can't get through." Liu Aoyao looked back at his back, and a sharp pain like a stab in his heart sounded, "I guess you may have changed your number, and before you had time to think of other ways, you came back." ”

Lin Yuan stopped at the corner of the stairs and whispered, "That mobile phone was lost, and only Uncle Li has the new number." ”

"But now, too."

The quiet corridor was suddenly no longer quiet.

The cold, empty air was filled with sobs.

A faint cry, a majestic sadness like the sea.

Lin Yuan dropped his suitcase and ran frantically upstairs.

Liu Aoyao squatted on the ground, crying louder and louder.

Everything has changed.

4

There were many acquaintances standing in the room, Fan Shihong, Fan Shigang, and many old police officers.

Lin Yuan walked through these people and looked around at them in the middle: "What about Uncle Li?" ”

They all bowed their heads, as if they were running away.

A police officer pointed to the bedroom and said desolately: "I will go to the cremation in the afternoon, and a memorial service will be held at the police station tomorrow." ”

Fan Shigang's outstretched hand was silently retracted, obviously there was a lot to say, but now, he couldn't even say a word.

Sad, comforting words, all stuck in my throat.

They melt together, sticky like bloody phlegm.

Lin Yuan also took off his schoolbag, his footsteps rubbed against the floor, and he pushed the door in very slowly and with difficulty.

The bedroom was still the same as before, empty, with bookshelves taking up a large part of the space.

It is full of books on criminal investigation and case handling.

These are almost his lifetime savings.

Lin Yuan once asked him, "Uncle Li, why don't you buy something practical?" “

He touched Lin Yuan's head and replied with a smile: "Keep all the money, and I will give you a marriage, buy a house, buy a car, and support your family in the future." ”

Why are you so good to me? Why can't you think about yourself?

We're obviously not related by blood!

It's just two orphans coming together!

You can't be nicer to yourself!

No one could hear the screams in his heart, not even Li Hongjie, who was closest to him.

He lay quietly on the bed, his face pale, like a paper man.

Lin Yuan stumbled to his knees beside the bed, tears rushing like a river.

He cried blankly, thinking in a daze.

There really is no one who can accompany anyone all the time.

Maybe from the moment the phone couldn't get through, Uncle Li was no longer there.

Will he keep calling his name on his deathbed?

Will he feel lonely?

If only it were all a dream!

If you suddenly wake up from your desk at this time and find that your textbook is full of saliva.

The teacher who was on the podium glared at him in front of him, and his tablemate quickly patted him, and said cautiously and nervously, "Listen to the lecture quickly." “

Through the window, you can see the playground and the green leaves, as if you want to go through the window and into the classroom.

The sun is big, and the sky is blue. Everything is beautiful and everything is still hopeful.

You can think about what Mom will do at dinner and where Dad will take him to play on the weekend.

Everything is carefree, everything is still good and complete.

And not as tattered as it is now.

Why does nothing cease to exist and everything begins to collapse?

Even a little bit of hope would be fine!

I don't want you to be a hero.

But in the end, he became a hero.

Live well.

But who can live well?

You're gone, no one is gone, how can I live well?

Can you start over?

The door was gently closed, as if someone had walked in.

She said, "I'm coming to see you." ”

He turned around, it was Zhou Feng Chime, Zhou Feng Chime, who had disappeared for many years.

She is still her, beautiful, elegant, confident.

But now he's a scrap with no fighting spirit.

"I'm fine." His voice was hoarse and weak, and he still had a stream of phlegm stuck in his throat.

It was a terrible sound, like the dying sound of a dying wood.