Life is not drama, but sometimes it is more bloody than drama.

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The northwest wind blew wildly with the help of the pre-dawn night, which seemed to be about to liquefy.

The young man huddled in the shack under the eaves, gathered the straw around him, but he still felt cold, and his body trembled so that he could not sleep.

No matter where he hid, the cold wind was searching for him, trying to take the heat that was left of him.

He had been in the town for more than three months, and he couldn't understand why he was in such a strange town.

Everyone here knew him, but he didn't know who they were.

- He lost his memory.

His memories began in the town's hospital ward, when he was conscious, he was lying on a hospital bed with a sling needle in his hand and a gauze bandage around his head.

The furnishings of the small town hospital made him very uncomfortable.

The hanging bottle hangs on the crooked wooden shelf next to the hospital bed, which makes people worry that the wooden shelf will tip over at any time; The white lime walls are clinging to spider silk and dust, and the bedding that covers the body is full of endless imprints, and who is more ugly......

The medical staff came to him several times a day to urge him to pay the medical bills, and he was very annoying.

He looked out of the sky and fled the hospital.

Then, he became the obnoxious beggar in the town.

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The cold wind always helps, and the colder you get, the more hungry you feel.

He knew that the fried fritters snack bar across the road would soon have a fire and start the morning busy; He also knew that it was impossible to eat a fritter from that store.

The boss is hateful, and the boss lady is even more hateful.

He couldn't figure it out, wasn't it just a fritter, so expensive?

The only lady in the town who was a tailor was kind-hearted, and on a few occasions he almost starved to death or said he was sick, but the landlady gave him some food or a few pills to slip away from the impermanence of the soul.

What did he eat last night...... He couldn't remember.

The water from the well in the courtyard of the power supply center is the last guarantee for his stomach. Although the well water cannot be eaten, it can soothe the grunt of hunger.

"The big scar is here again...... Get lost! ”

The young man walked past the fritter shop and looked at the exuberant frying fritter stove burning with firewood, and he wanted to rub some of the heat radiated from the firewood, and he did not expect the shopkeeper to give him one or half a fritter.

- He was still scolded!

When he came out of the hospital, the white gauze bandage wrapped around his head was gone, and there was a frightening three-way mouth and a long scar on the top of his head.

The townspeople call him "Big Scarhead".

Only the lady owner of the tailor's shop didn't call him that, calling him "Little Mister".

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The town has two main streets, one is a provincial highway that runs through the town, and the other is the residential area of the town.

On the national administrative map, of course, you can't find the mark of the town. Even provincial maps, if they are small-scale, do not indicate the town.

The town is too small.

Hunger and cold are not the most worrying thing for young men, what really worries him is that he doesn't know who he is or where he comes from!

The town was certainly not his permanent habitat, and there were no relatives, friends, or even enemies.

The unfriendliness of the town is in line with the environment.

The whole town is in tatters, and the inhabitants who live here are generally poor, ignorant, hard-working, and lack kindness and compassion. For the young man who doesn't know what to do all day, the townspeople have a heart-wrenching phrase: "How can there be spare food to feed the strong laborers!" ”

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The sky was much brighter, the biting cold wind did not abate much, and the winter sun was also afraid of the cold, and was reluctant to rise.

At this point, the townspeople had to get out of bed.

The young man staggered through the sparsely populated street with his hands folded over his chest, his back bent, and his body trembling.

At this time, a large truck in a hurry, just out of the night fog, with bright headlights, drove tired, and quickly drove through the town.

Suddenly, a piercing and sharp brake sound resounded through the town, clutching the hearts of the townspeople.

The young man was hit by a car and flew out......

The truck driver opened his mouth and cursed a few words, complaining that pedestrians don't have long eyes when they walk, and they don't know how to avoid cars when they come!

He subconsciously rubbed his sleepy swollen eye bubbles, dropped the cigarette butt that had long been extinguished in his mouth, and looked forward.

The front windshield of the car was foggy, and he couldn't see the pedestrian who had been knocked out of the distance. Pounding the companion sleeping in the passenger seat with his hand, he said, "Liuzi, wake up...... It's fucking unlucky, I'm almost home, but I bumped into someone. ”

The person sleeping in the passenger seat had already been woken up by the sudden braking, but he was too tired to wake up. Seeing his companion talking, he opened his hazy eyes, but he was not on the same channel at all, and answered the question: "Oh, it's dawn...... Where is this? ”

"Waterport Town, you go down and take a look......"

The man glanced at the driver, muttered something, opened the door and jumped out of the car.

He approached the young man lying on the ground and looked at ...... Shaking his body, he climbed back into the car and scolded, "It's so fucking cold! …… Luckily, we didn't have to run away, like beggars......"

"Oh-"

After hearing this, the driver breathed a sigh of relief, and his nervous mood was obviously relaxed.

Some residents of the town began to gather around the place of the accident. Look at the young men who fell to the ground spitting blood, some shook their heads, some sighed, and some babbled......

"I won't survive......"

"Yes, this fallacy was in a car accident. Didn't die in the last car accident...... This was hit by a car again, and it should be like this! ”

"yes, dead...... It is also good to live and suffer the sins of the province. ”

"This man is stupid! Why don't you walk to the side......"

"I don't know where he came from, I'm afraid that no one will collect his body for him......"

The onlookers talked a lot, but no one wanted to step forward......

"Look, he's moving!"

"Not dead? …… After vomiting so much blood, can you still live?! ”

The emaciated body of a young man struggled to stand up from the ground...... He stared blankly at the crowd gathering around him, as if he was looking for something......

Suddenly, he opened his bloody mouth and laughed "haha......".

The miserable white and dirty face, revealing a mouthful of blood-stained teeth, smiled so happily and brightly, and looked so heartless and lacking.

"This man is really cheap! I was hit by a car, but I can still laugh?! ”

"It's not easy to use my brain, but it's even worse!"

......

The young man's laughter is puzzling and creepy...... The crowd wondered if his brain had been broken.

"Please let ......"

The young man spoke politely, limped on one leg, and slowly walked towards the door of the driver's seat of the car.

The bright lights of the car pierced his eyes.

Suddenly, the truck that caused the accident jolted violently and let out a piercing long roar, which frightened the onlookers into scattering......

The car suddenly disappeared from the dust, and the dust raised made the young man's eyes narrow.

Looking at the car in the distance, the young man was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and muttered a "hit-and-run......

But there was a complicated smile on his face, a little helplessness, a little self-deprecation, and a little happiness......

As a professional "porcelain toucher", this era has not yet appeared, he thought.

The young man hesitated for a moment, then walked towards a tailor's shop on the street.

Walking to the door of the tailor's shop, the young man stared straight at a wall calendar on the wall of the shop, motionless......

The wall calendar is a still from the island nation's TV series "Blood Suspicion".

The youthful and beautiful Yamaguchi Baihui is smiling, pure, and has a small tiger tooth in her white teeth, which is very down-to-earth......

The calendar has been flipped to December, and the year on it is 1982.

A storm of thoughts suddenly swept through the young man's mind, and he began to desperately recall the scene in 1982.

December of this year was the most tragic day his family had ever experienced! His father disappeared inexplicably......

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"Sister Yan, I still need your help again......"

"Huh? ......" The shopkeeper, who was busy, did not stop what he was doing, and asked casually: "Mr. Xiao, are you okay?" …… You, do you know my surname is Yan? ”

"yes, I've been a lot of trouble for you these past few months. I would also like to ask you to help me one more time......"

The woman known as "Sister Yan" was a beautiful woman of thirty-five or sixteen years old, petite and with a slightly disabled leg, who was the owner of this tailor's shop.

said that she was the boss, and she was the only one in this tailor shop, both an employee and a manager.

She has two sons and daughters, her daughter is in junior high school, and her son is still in elementary school. Her man, an employee of a nearby reservoir, was electrocuted a few years ago.

As soon as she had finished breakfast for the two children, she heard someone shouting "there was a car accident", and she didn't dare to look at it.

There have been several car accidents along this stretch of road.

She felt that the young man was a little strange today, and he always looked at her silently when he saw her on weekdays, with a timid look in his eyes. It was only when he communicated with her two children that his expression seemed more natural.

This is the first time he has called her "Sister Yan".

The way he speaks today is obviously different from the past, the confused and submissive mode of speaking is gone, replaced by unusually fluent language and very clear meaning.

She always felt that this young man was extraordinary, his cultural accomplishment seemed to be very high, and he wrote a good hand, and he could even tutor her daughter's homework.

According to her daughter, he explained the texts better than the teachers in the town's middle school, especially the pronunciation of English was very standard, just like the English played on the radio. Unlike her English teacher, a local accent.

- Not the local sounds of English-speaking countries, but the local sounds of the dialects of small towns.

She was very good at school, but because of her disability, she was a girl, and she dropped out of school to learn tailoring before she finished junior high school.

But she admires cultured people.

"Okay. I'll take you to the town hospital......"

"Oh, no. I'm feeling fine, just a little bit injured...... I want to go home, and I would like to ask you to sponsor me with a winter coat and travel expenses...... Don't worry, Sister Yan, I will pay you back. ”

"Oh? ......" The lady of the tailor shop looked at the young man carefully for a while, and after a battle between heaven and man, she asked, "Who do you remember?" ……”

"Hmm...... Sort of, right? ”

"Sort of?! ……”

Fan Jianxin still feels incredible about his identity and situation at this time!

This car accident made him suddenly know who he was, which made him puzzled. I am obviously in my fifties, but I feel very young, especially my appearance.

The dressing mirror in the tailor's shop reflected his face, although it was a little miserable, but it had a young and unspoken face.

During the three months of wandering in the town, he always felt that time and space had gone out of order, but he had forgotten many things. I was hit by a car just now, and the forgotten past rushed like the tide that opened the floodgates......

Look at the wall calendar on the wall of the tailor's shop, it's 1982, and he should be 18 years old.

What's going on?! ……