In the land of Qianzhong, there is a city, extending in all directions. It is an important hub connecting the East and the West, a necessary place to go to Yunnan, and an important cultural town of ethnic minorities in Guizhou.

There is the most authentic Miao family reed sheng dance, and there is the Buyi family's pure handmade batik process, which intersects and complements each other. This is Anseong, which means peace and obedience. She is like a bright pearl, shining on this marginal land, shining brightly.

May has always been a rainy season, especially in the land of Qianzhong, which is known as "no three sunny days". However, there is no rain in the city today, which is the exact opposite of the harmony of Anseong.

The black clouds covered the entire sky, like a hideous human face. The clouds roll and the thunder continues! This face suddenly roared angrily at the mountains and rivers under the sky, and suddenly the wind raged.

The white garbage on the side of the road, flying in the air, looks like a fat woman, showing off her body and dancing to her heart's content. She seems to be mocking, as if she is defiant. The sky's face is even angrier! The thunder is getting louder, the wind is getting stronger, and there are fewer and fewer people on the streets.

The whole city seemed a little empty and lonely, and almost all the windows were closed. Only one window remained open, and the wind squeaked against the window, making it seem out of place with the closed panes around it.

In front of the window stood a man, with his hands behind his back, expressionless, motionless, as if he had been standing for a long time. He kept staring out the window, unable to see what was going on his mind.

Occasionally, the wind swept across his face, and the bright red scar on his face was even more shocking. He's waiting! Wait for the storm to come! The rain didn't start after all! The cigarette between his fingers kept burning, and he didn't know if it burned his youth or his life......

He turned suddenly, turned on the dusty stereo, and soothing music played, and a beautiful guitar glissando echoed through the room. This glissando seemed to strike the long-sealed heartstring in his heart, and his face suddenly relaxed......

He held a towel and wiped the stereo unhurriedly, and he meticulously cleaned the dust on it, as if he wanted to clean the dust in his heart as well.

“Ride On！ I used to like to listen to this song, if life was so beautiful, there wouldn't be so many grievances and hatreds, pessimistic and clutched! He muttered to himself, "It's the 9th today, and it's the weekend, so it's time for the results to come out." ”

The wind continued to blow and the music continued to play......

There was a knock on the door, and a young man walked in, his hair a little messy and looking dusty. As soon as he entered the door, he hurriedly spoke: "Brother Yuan......"

"Xiao Yong, don't worry! You sit down and speak slowly! Wu Zhiyuan waved his hand, pointed to the dilapidated sofa in front of him, and handed him a glass of water.

He tugged at his cuffs, took the glass, and drank it all.

"Brother Yuan, the result of the trial is out, fifteen years!"

"Manslaughter, fifteen years?" Wu Zhiyuan frowned.

"Whoa! This is the verdict, intentional homicide, fifteen years! Zheng Yong took out a piece of paper from his pocket, handed it to Wu Zhiyuan, and then lit a cigarette for himself.

"Your ashtray is full, I'll pour it." He stood up and emptied the cigarette butt into the trash. Seeing that Wu Zhiyuan didn't speak, he continued, "During the trial, my uncle kept looking in my direction, maybe he didn't see you, and when he left, I could feel that he was very lonely." ”

"Hmmm! I know! Wu Zhiyuan crumpled the verdict in his hand and threw it into the trash. The white paper ball is mixed with the yellow cigarette butt, like a prostitute and a murderer, forever hiding in a corner where no one can see it......

"Brother Yuan, why don't you go, no matter what, you are father and son, if you are not there, my uncle must be very disappointed!" Zheng Yong was puzzled.

"If you don't see it, you may not be cold-blooded! I did what I had to do with him, and it didn't matter if I met him or not. ”

"But ......"

"Nothing." Wu Zhiyuan interrupted, "In the past, no matter what he did, it was good to beat me, whether it was to care about my family, or to find a woman outside, I didn't complain about him, who told my mother to die early!" But this time, he killed! ”

"But he's your father after all!" Zheng Yong rubbed his face with his hands, looking lost.

"Say no more!"

"Brother Yuan, what are your plans for the future? For the sake of your uncle, your house was sold. ”

"I don't have any plans, it's over, I want to get a good night's sleep. See what else is left to deal with in this matter too! Especially the other party's family, they have to go to the door to apologize, after all, it is a human life. ”

"yes, when are you going back to Shanghai?"

"I'm not going back!"

"Why! It was not easy to be admitted to this university, and many people can't get into it even if they want to! ”

"A well-known university can't accommodate the son of a murderer......"

Zheng Yong was speechless for a while, he didn't know how to answer Wu Zhiyuan's words, he only felt that his chest was very tight, walked slowly to the window, and lit a cigarette again.

Maybe the face in the sky was angry, and the wind had stopped and the thunder could not be heard, but the sky was still gloomy. The atmosphere was dreary, and the whole world seemed to fall silent. In addition to the Scottish ballad echoing through the house, there were two hearts beating, one full of hope and the other slowly sinking......

"Brother Yuan, I'm going to go outside and leave tomorrow. Do a job! After being silent for a long time, Zheng Yong looked out the window and said suddenly!

"Good, good boy is ambitious, good!" Wu Zhiyuan walked over, stood behind him, and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

"Otherwise, let's go together, it's good to have a care, Brother Yuan, you have seen the world, with you, I'm not afraid of anything!"

Zheng Yong said very eagerly, his fists were clenched very tightly, he really wanted Wu Zhiyuan to be with him, not for anything else, he hoped that Wu Zhiyuan could get out of the haze and have his own piece of sky. Instead of keeping a straight face like this all day, he hadn't seen him smile in a long time......

But Wu Zhiyuan shook his head and didn't say anything.

Seeing him with his head down, his teeth clenched tightly, he wanted to speak again.

Wu Zhiyuan walked up to him, patted his shoulders heavily with both hands, stared at him and said, "Xiao Yong, what you want, I know clearly, I just need time to think about how I should go in the future, so you don't have to worry!" ”

He paused and said seriously: "Remember, no matter what you do in the future, or what you encounter, you must stick to your heart, be principled and have a bottom line, and you can't do things with your conscience!"

Zheng Yong nodded heavily.

Wu Zhiyuan turned around, turned off the stereo, and then walked to the shabby sofa, leaning lazily on it, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He lit himself a cigarette and took a deep breath, the cigarette burned red, illuminating his face, but not the entire gray room. One after another, smoke rings floated out of his mouth, then hit the Celestial Bench, and then dispersed.

He said, "It tastes so bitter!"

His voice was soft, as if speaking to the air.

But Zheng Yong heard it and patted his head violently: "Brother Yuan, there is something I forgot to say, the lawyer, I want you to give him another 30,000 yuan, what kind of personnel additional expenses!" ”

"What an insatiable greed!" Wu Zhiyuan sat up and poked the cigarette butt into the ashtray hard, "I gave him a lot of money, you tell him, don't say 30,000, I won't give you three yuan!" ”

"He probably thinks you've sold your house and you still have some money left. He said that if he gave him this money for personnel turnover, he would think of communicating with the relevant departments about his uncle's affairs and let his uncle reduce his sentence by a few years! ”

"! It's. What is the personnel turnover? Communicate? Wu Zhiyuan sneered, his eyes sharpened.

"You tell him that since my father has committed murder and sin, and it is only natural that he will be imprisoned, he will do what he should do. I don't go through those side doors, he wants to make extra money, in my place, it doesn't work, I won't give him another penny, if he wants to talk, tell him to come to me directly! ”

"I know, I'll get back to him right away!" Zheng Yong whispered.

"You go back first, give him a call. Didn't you say you're leaving tomorrow? There was a little money in the drawer, it was a scholarship I just got, it wasn't much, but it was clean. You will inevitably have a lot of expenses when you go out, you take it, right to be a little bit of my mind, this time, it also bothered you, let's go, I'm tired, I want to rest! Wu Zhiyuan said weakly.

Zheng Yong was silent, he walked to an old table, opened the drawer, and there was a wad of money inside, very new! He held it in his hand and clenched it tightly, he walked to the door, paused, for a few seconds, glanced back at Wu Zhiyuan, and then gently closed the door and disappeared into the narrow corridor......

Wu Zhiyuan walked to the window, glanced at the gloomy sky, and glanced at the already lively street. The wind had stopped, the windows around had been opened, and from time to time the laughter of children could be heard from the window next door.

He was expressionless and closed the window.

The familiar melody sounded again, and he returned to the old couch, on which he lay exhausted with his eyes closed.

After a while, a disordered snoring sounded, disrupting the otherwise soothing rhythm of the music.

Wu Zhiyuan had a dream, he rode a horse on the vast grassland, galloping indulgently, and there was a girl with him. He couldn't see her face clearly, only that she had a flower veil on her head, a silver ring, and a lace dress. He tried to pull her on the horse, but his hands couldn't reach her.

He roared hard, feeling a pair of eyes staring at him, like a thorn in his back.

He turned his head suddenly!

A city suddenly appeared in the distance, and a man in the city stood in front of the window, staring at him.

He couldn't help but widen his eyes, and finally saw the man clearly, they looked exactly the same!

He is him!

Wu Zhiyuan woke up from his dream, sweating, he lit a cigarette, inhaled hard, and muttered: "This city has buried my soul......"